Hearing the commotion inside, Zhou Jiuzhen, who was outside, also looked over.

Then he saw Wang Guihua walking towards him aggressively, looking like she was disappointed in him.

So frightened was Political Commissar Hao, who had just been chatting with Zhou Jiuzhen with an air of refinement, that he quickly made an excuse to leave and went home to find his wife.

"Zhou Jiuzhen, come with me!"

Wang Guihua rarely gets angry or lectures her eldest son.

Because she knew that her eldest son was a man of his own mind.

In the past, when I said I wanted to join the army, I would pack my bags and go out alone for several years.

But what kind of nonsense is it to marry a wife and then make her live like a widow?

It's a shame that her son, who is so tall and strong, turned out to be such a useless person.

She had just thought her eldest daughter-in-law hadn't suffered much after being drugged, but it turns out her daughter-in-law was suffering in silence.

Zhou Jiuzhen was confused and followed his mother to the low wall of the military base. As soon as he stopped, his mother scolded him harshly.

"What's wrong with you? Just now, from what your wife was saying, you little rascal, are you making your wife live like a widow every day?"

"Tell me, are you even capable? If not, don't hold that girl back. Before your marriage application comes through, let her go. I'll introduce her to someone else. I think that young man surnamed Qiao who came to the army base to deliver oysters earlier is quite nice..."

Zhou Jiuzhen, as if facing a formidable enemy, blushed and said, "Mother, what nonsense are you talking about? Who said I'm no good? I just... I just..."

"What is it? Tell me!"

Wang Guihua was very anxious, feeling that she had not given birth to a son, but rather a silent, withdrawn one.

"But... Huanwu...she..."

Zhou Jiuzhen's face turned red, and he simply couldn't bring himself to say it.

Finally, she gritted her teeth, exhaled, and said, "Mother, I usually agree to whatever you say, but I have my reasons for this, so please don't interfere."

"But I won't allow you to introduce Huanwu to anyone else. I'll treat her well from now on!"

This unwavering refusal to let go, without explaining why, infuriated Wang Guihua so much that she nearly choked on her breath while leaning against the wall.

Ling Huanwu, who was eavesdropping on the two conversation from the corner of the wall, was utterly speechless.

The ship arrived early and will return to the mainland tomorrow.

All plans need to be brought forward.

These days she's written a shopping list, just waiting to stock up on goods ashore.

But the space inside her body was still a cramped cradle-like space, so how could she carry out her hoarding plan?

But this man actually hesitated and said he had his reasons.

Ling Huanwu was so angry that her teeth ached.

Without saying a word, she angrily returned to her dormitory and made up her mother-in-law's bed.

A moment later, the mother-in-law came in and started rummaging through the snakeskin bag she had brought from Zhoujia Village. She pulled out a bag of black beans, goji berries, and several kinds of unidentified food. She awkwardly explained to Ling Huanwu, "It's nothing, it's nothing. Jiuzhen's illness is a minor problem. Your mother-in-law is a well-known doctor in the surrounding area. He'll be fine after a few doses of medicinal cuisine."

Let's get right to it.

Her mother-in-law had come all the way by boat, and before she had even had a proper rest, she insisted on making Ling Huanwu a bowl of dark, nourishing soup.

While her mother-in-law wasn't looking, Ling Huanwu took out the oyster powder she had found in her spatial storage and secretly poured it into the soup.

If she could, she really wanted to ask Song Yaoyao where she bought such an effective medicine.

The nourishing soup was served.

Zhou Jiuzhen felt like vomiting when he saw the foul-smelling soup. In the end, with his mother crying and sniffling, he had no choice but to pinch his nose and gulp down the thick soup in the bowl.

The mother-in-law gave Ling Huanwu a wink and urged the couple to go home quickly.

Along the way, Ling Huanwu walked in front, and Zhou Jiuzhen walked behind.

Her shadow and his shadow overlapped on the ground.

She stepped on his shadow, and felt an unusual heat emanating from the soles of her plastic slippers.

As soon as Zhou Jiuzhen got home, he couldn't wait to draw the curtains and take a shower.

Ling Huanwu sat on a small stool by the door, enjoying the breeze while munching on the large watermelon her mother-in-law had brought her.

Bucket after bucket of water was carried into the house, and the irrigation ditch at the door made a gurgling sound.

The man who usually finishes his shower in a few seconds is now taking half an hour and still isn't done.

Ling Huanwu had already eaten half a watermelon, and her tummy was so full she was getting impatient. She called out into the house, "Are you done washing yet? I still need to wash."

There was a loud crash from inside, like the sound of an enamel basin falling to the ground.

"What's wrong?"

Ling Huanwu pretended to be nervous and rushed in to ask, genuinely afraid that the man's bloodlust was too strong and he might blow her up.

"The horse...it'll be ready soon, don't come in!"

Zhou Jiuzhen was panting heavily behind the curtain, and the cold water on the ground was still steaming.

Ling Huanwu suppressed a laugh, closed the door discreetly, and feigned concern, saying, "Oh dear, Jiuzhen, are you running a fever? Why is there still steam coming from inside the curtain?"

She took another bite of watermelon, then offered it to Zhou Jiuzhen, who was halfway up the curtain, flashing a smile that revealed her pearly white teeth. "Why don't you eat some watermelon to cool down?"

"If you don't eat it, I'll eat the rest."

As she spoke, she opened her red lips and took another bite of the juicy red flesh.

Zhou Jiuzhen stood there blankly behind the curtain, watching Ling Huanwu, who was eating melon seeds with her red lips open, her eyes as red as watermelons.

Under the dim light, the woman's eyelashes drooped, and her gaze was as thick as sugar water.

The lips, moistened by the juice, glowed with a natural rosy red, with a few remaining black seeds playfully clinging to the corners of the lips, becoming the most alluring rouge under the scorching sunlight.

"Wife, there are melon seeds on the corner of your lips."

"Oh? Where is it?"

Calloused fingertips traced across soft lips, the viscous watermelon juice mingling between them, a subtle sweet fragrance spreading in the quiet, narrow space.

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