It was evening.

When Zhou Jiuzhen returned to his family compound, he encountered a villager.

The villager stammered and talked a lot of nonsense to him, implying that he should pay attention to his wife and brother.

With a stern face, he asked the villagers in detail what had happened.

But the villager blushed and didn't say anything more, then turned and ran away in a flash.

Zhou Jiuzhen was so angry that he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

When Zhou Jiuzhen returned home, the woman inside was still sitting under the lamp reading a book.

"I cooked you some handmade noodles and wrapped them in the blanket. You should eat them and go to sleep. I'll read for a while longer."

Ling Huanwu looked up at him, then lowered her head to continue reading.

She was currently searching through the books left behind by her ancestors that were stored in the space.

I hope to find some useful books to help the farm overcome its difficulties.

She absolutely had to save the farm before the storm surge.

When she heard Song Yaoyao blurt out that the aunts would starve to death and drown sooner or later, she guessed that the storm surge that caused Zhou Jiuzhen's death in her previous life was probably devastating.

Many people on the island died in that disaster.

She can now guess the reason.

They must have been swept away by the storm surge while trying to save the oysters.

Therefore, she wanted to find a way out for the farm and didn't want the tragedy to repeat itself.

So when Zhou Jiuzhen came back, she didn't notice his change in mood and continued reading with her head down.

Little did they know that the scene in the sweet potato field had been witnessed by the villagers and had reached Zhou Jiuzhen's ears.

As expected, Zhou Jiuzhen was taken aback by her demeanor and found her coldness somewhat unsettling.

After finishing the noodles.

He secretly peeked at her while taking a shower behind the curtain.

Normally, this woman would often glance at him while he was showering.

But today, there was not a trace of longing for him in her eyes, only a thirst for knowledge about books.

Zhou Jiuzhen was in a state of confusion. He took a towel and dried himself while leaning closer to her, trying to sneak a peek at what kind of rough-and-tumble book she was reading.

But Ling Huanwu turned over and lay down on the bed, not giving him a chance to peek at all.

“Wife, I’ll send a telegram to the political commissar this afternoon and ask him to help me apply for a political review. If the political commissar verbally approves our marriage application, it’s the same. When he comes to the island, we can complete the written application 'afterwards'.”

Zhou Jiuzhen sat down next to Ling Huanwu, his eyes fixed on her, hoping to see a smile on her face.

The meaning behind his words was quite clear.

This means that after the political vetting is passed, the political commissar can verbally agree to their marriage. They can take care of their business first and then obtain the marriage certificate later.

But the woman in front of him remained expressionless, her gaze fixed on the book, seemingly uninterested in the "matter" he was talking about. She simply replied indifferently, "No rush. You should have the political commissar focus on finding relevant experts to improve the soil on the island."

Zhou Jiuzhen's eyes darkened, and he nodded in agreement.

He recalled the villager's words and began to wonder what was going on between his wife and Zhou Shuyao.

Could it be that my wife and my brother are having an affair, and that's why she doesn't care about him anymore?

He felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

But I suppressed the urge to ask.

If you ask that question, isn't that a clear sign of distrusting your wife?

He can't do that!

Then, he had a sudden inspiration and touched the small wound on his abdominal muscle, which he had accidentally scratched while inspecting the construction of the signal tower.

"Honey, can you help me apply this medicine? Look, my abs are all ripped!"

Zhou Jiuzhen tried his best to straighten his body, making the wounds on his abdominal muscles look particularly gruesome.

Sure enough, when Ling Huanwu saw his wound oozing blood, she quickly put down the book in her hand and went to get gentamicin to apply to it.

"How could you be so careless, you big brute? With such a big wound, be careful when you bend over and straighten up in the future, so that the wound doesn't reopen."

After applying the medicine to the wound, Ling Huanwu took a roll of gauze and wrapped it around his back.

Zhou Jiuzhen sat obediently with his back straight.

As his wife gently wrapped her slender white arms around him while bandaging his wound, he could clearly smell the faint scent of oranges on her body, fresh and alluring, which made him take a few more breaths.

Zhou Jiuzhen's hands, hanging by his sides, clenched slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed several times. Just as she finished wrapping the gauze and was about to leave, he gently grasped her wrist.

"Honey, I sent someone to talk to that seafood buyer this afternoon, and they obediently returned part of the money to the fish farm."

"Really?"

Ling Huanwu's eyes lit up immediately, and she gave him a thumbs up. "Husband, you're amazing! You made that unscrupulous businessman not dare to cause trouble again as soon as you stepped in. That contract was an unfair contract, and capitalists like that deserve to be severely punished."

When Zhou Jiuzhen heard her even insulting herself, he couldn't help but laugh. "Then you're a capitalist too, shouldn't you also be punished?"

The instant he finished speaking, his hand unconsciously reached out and gently slapped her.

A crisp "snap!" rang out.

Ling Huanwu's hand, holding the remaining gauze, froze in mid-air, her eyes widening in shock.

Although the force just now was very light for Zhou Jiuzhen.

But when it hit Ling Huanwu, it hurt real pain.

When Zhou Jiuzhen realized what was happening, he quickly moved his hand away from where he shouldn't have, his face flushed, and he stammered, "So, no one will bother us tonight."

He took several deep breaths before finally managing to finish speaking, albeit with a thick skin.

Unexpectedly, Ling Huanwu's expression suddenly tightened, and she slapped her forehead and frowned.

"Oh my god, I forgot about that. Er Ya hasn't had a bowel movement for half a month. I have to go over and check on her right away. If all else fails, we'll have to resort to physical methods."

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