Transmigrated as the Vicious Wife in the 70s Military Compound

(Military Marriage + Marriage First, Then Love + Cute Baby + Sweet Pampering + Getting Rich)

Jiang Shiyue transmigrated one day to become an extreme married woman in a military compound, with...

Chapter 15 Holding Hands

Everyone was comforting Zhang Yan, and no one spoke to Jiang Shiyue, but Jiang Shiyue narrowed his eyes and curved his lips.

The fact that these sisters-in-law did not collectively attack her like they did the day before yesterday proved that they did not agree with Zhang Yan's actions.

It takes a long time for the ice to freeze three feet thick.

She is not in a hurry.

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We got back to the compound just in time for dinner.

Jiang Shiyue was carrying a bamboo basket in one hand, holding Yangyang in the other, and carrying a large bag on her back. She saw Chen Shanhe walking home with an aluminum lunch box in the distance and called out to him, "Chen Shanhe, give me a hand."

Chen Shanhe: “…”

Amidst the sympathetic and compassionate gazes of the crowd, he took the bag from Jiang Shiyue's shoulders and the bamboo basket slung over his elbow.

After just a glance, Chen Shanhe frowned and said in a bad tone, "Where did you get the money to buy these things?"

Jiang Shiyue curled her lips. Her question was so euphemistic. I'm afraid what she really wanted to ask was "Where did you go to cheat, deceive, and steal again?"

"Don't worry! I didn't steal or rob this time." She raised her hand and pointed at the bag on Chen Shanhe's arm, "I sold a few clothes to buy it."

Chen Shanhe's pupils suddenly dilated.

The curious people around who had been listening intently all gasped.

Surprise was written on everyone's face.

Jiang Shiyue, who must buy clothes once a month, is actually willing to sell her own clothes?

Not to mention the people in the family compound, even most of the officers and soldiers in the compound knew how wasteful Jiang Shiyue was.

Every time they went to the city for the first time after receiving their allowance, Jiang Shiyue would definitely go and buy clothes. Whether she bought other things depended on how much money she had left after buying clothes.

Jiang Shiyue's ten and a half feet of cloth coupons were gone long ago, but she didn't go to the black market but bought "official-sold" clothes near the department store.

It is somewhat similar to the middleman Jiang Shiyue saw in the black market, but the nature is different.

The difference is that the original owner went to the department store, saw a piece of clothing she liked, and gave the money to the "public servant" who could buy the clothing without a ticket, and then the "public servant" gave the clothing to her.

A piece of clothing that costs six dollars will be charged ten dollars to the original owner.

Summer clothes are cheap, winter clothes are expensive.

A summer outfit wouldn't cost more than thirty yuan. The original owner would have chosen to use the remaining money to buy shoes or vanishing cream.

A pair of leather shoes costs about four to six yuan, and a bar of soap costs three yuan and fifty cents.

In short, she is a spendthrift woman who spends all the money she has.

When someone like this suddenly said he was selling his clothes, you can imagine how shocked everyone was!

Chen Shanhe initially believed Jiang Shiyue because he had seen her tidying up her clothes yesterday. His gaze towards Jiang Shiyue became complicated again. But in the end, he said nothing, nodded, and strode back.

As the family of three entered the house, Yang Yang suddenly said, "One hundred and seventy-four boys and one hundred and ninety-two girls."

Chen Shanhe's hands trembled and he almost threw the lunch box away. He lowered his head and looked at Yangyang in shock.

Did I hear that correctly? Yangyang took the initiative to speak?

"Huh? What?" Jiang Shiyue asked Yangyang in confusion.

Yang Yang pursed his lips and said nothing. Both Jiang Shiyue and Chen Shanhe could sense his unhappiness.

Chen Shanhe asked Jiang Shiyue, "Why did he report the number of men and women?"

Jiang Shiyue then remembered that she had asked Yangyang to count the number of people he had met that day in order to distract him. She quickly put her things down, dug out some hard candy, took two pieces and stuffed them into Yangyang's hands, then patted his head.

"Yangyang, you're amazing! You actually managed to count them all. Sorry, I was so busy with business that I forgot to count!"

Chen Shanhe raised his hand to stop her, then lowered it halfway. There was a hint of disbelief in his complicated eyes.

Yangyang doesn’t like being touched on the head and will become irritable.

But now, he is not annoyed!

Jiang Shiyue has been acting really abnormal these past few days.

Fortunately, it was an abnormal situation. Chen Shanhe tried to comfort himself and accept Jiang Shiyue like this.

Yangyang looked down at the candy in his palm, his tense shoulders gradually relaxed, and the corners of his lips curled up.

Chen Shanhe asked Jiang Shiyue and Yangyang to wash their hands, and he put the lunch boxes on the table, one of which contained braised pork.

Today is the day for improved food. Each person in the battalion headquarters canteen can get two pieces of braised pork.

Chen Shanhe put a piece into Yangyang's bowl, hesitated for a moment, and put the other piece into Jiang Shiyue's bowl.

Jiang Shiyue washed her hands and came back to look at the braised pork in her and Yangyang's bowls, then looked at the clear porridge with no rice in Chen Shanhe's bowl. She was stunned for a moment and said, "Thank you! But I had the braised pork at noon, so you can keep it for yourself."

She put the braised pork into Chen Shanhe's bowl, and took out the meat platter she brought back from the restaurant from the bamboo basket and placed it in front of Chen Shanhe, "Here, it's for you."

Chen Shanhe was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

Jiang Shiyue brought him food? !

Flattered wasn't enough to describe how he felt at the moment.

He subconsciously looked out the window. The afterglow of the setting sun was still in the west, and the sun had not yet risen from the east.

Jiang Shiyue: “…”

He snorted softly, "Don't worry! I didn't poison you."

It was to repay him for the bowl of porridge he had yesterday morning.

She is not the original owner and does not owe anyone any favors.

Chen Shanhe also wanted to return the braised pork to Jiang Shiyue. As a grown man, he couldn't take advantage of a woman.

As soon as the chopsticks were put into the bowl, the braised pork was forked away.

Chen Shanhe and Jiang Shiyue both lowered their heads and looked at Yangyang.

Yangyang put both pieces of braised pork into his bowl, without even looking at Chen Shanhe and Jiang Shiyue, and walked out with the bowl in his hand.

Chen Shanhe: “…”

Jiang Shiyue: “…”

The two people tacitly chose not to stop it and just followed Yangyang from a distance.

Yangyang carefully held the bowl of braised pork and walked to Mengmeng's door.

Jiang Shiyue sighed. Where's the autism? And he's still giving gifts to girls?

She turned her head and asked Chen Shanhe, "Was it like this before?"

Chen Shanhe shook his head. In the past, in order to prevent Jiang Shiyue from snatching Yangyang's braised pork, he would always bring Yangyang to the cafeteria to eat. He would eat one piece that day and save the other piece for Yangyang to eat the next morning.

I brought back the braised pork today because Jiang Shiyue took Yangyang out.

Jiang Shiyue and Chen Shanhe waited for a while but Yangyang didn't knock on the door, so they stood in front of the door with the bowl in their hands, motionless.

"What does he mean?" Jiang Shiyue asked Chen Shanhe.

Chen Shanhe thought for a moment and replied, "Maybe he's waiting for Mengmeng to come out."

Jiang Shiyue: “…”

She walked to Yangyang, knocked on the door, and when Yangyang looked over, she waved her fist at him and said, "Come on!" Then she turned around and ran, not forgetting to pull Chen Shanhe with her. She stopped after running around the corner, and looked into the alley by sticking to the wall.

Chen Shanhe lowered his head, and Jiang Shiyue's slender white hands were held in his wheat-colored hands. Her hands were not only white, but also very tender, looking like peeled eggs.

His fingertips curled up, but for some unknown reason he didn't pull away.

Jiang Shiyue stuck her head out and happened to see the door of Mengmeng's house open from the inside. It was Mengmeng who opened the door.