From Jiang Wanqing's words, Cheng Ran had a general idea of what had happened.
No wonder Guo Xueyun sprained her ankle and gathered the workers to treat them to food; it was all planned!
Even so, he was still a little angry. He stepped forward, pulled his wife into his arms, and gave Zheng Yuan a warning look.
"It's getting late. Director Zheng should first give his factory staff a talking-to, so that this stupid thing that happened again—accidentally locking the door—won't happen again!"
Zheng Yuan lowered his head and admitted his mistake, pushing up his glasses: "Comrade Cheng is right. I'm sorry for taking up your and Comrade Wanqing's time today."
He didn't respond, and pulled Jiang Wanqing away.
As soon as they left, Zheng Yuan's amiable face immediately turned sour. He glanced at the workers, and finally fixed his glare on Jiang Xiu.
"Come to my office!"
Guo Xueyun was so angry that she could hardly breathe. She glared at Jiang Xiu and cursed.
"idiot!"
Her scheme failed, and she didn't stay there with her eyes closed any longer. Instead, she limped out of the factory.
Throughout the journey, Cheng Ran remained sullen and angry, refusing to speak. No matter how much Jiang Wanqing hugged his waist or pinched his cheek, he kept a straight face and remained silent.
It wasn't until he returned to the family compound that his hidden anger turned into obvious rage.
"Give me a reasonable explanation! What exactly happened between you and Zheng Yuan today?!"
Perhaps he wanted to ask if anything had happened between her and Zheng Yuan, Jiang Wanqing sighed inwardly.
She looked into his eyes and shook her head firmly: "Nothing happened between us. The truth is that Jiang Xiu and Guo Xueyun conspired to lock us in the equipment room and artificially raise the temperature inside. Zheng Yuan suffered heatstroke and collapsed. I managed to find a spare switch to lower the temperature inside and wake him up. What happened next was what you saw when you opened the door. Nothing else happened."
She was careless today, but fortunately, nothing serious happened. Zheng Yuan didn't lose control and remained a gentleman.
"Really?" Cheng Ran frowned.
"It couldn't be more true!" Her righteous and affirmative expression slowly turned into resentment: "Then I also want to ask you why you didn't come to find me for those two hours. Do you know how scared I was inside? You said you would take me home, but you were having fun somewhere!"
The best way to dispel his anger is to make him reflect on himself. Jiang Wanqing pouted and sniffed.
Sure enough, Cheng Ran's eyes filled with self-reproach, and he hugged her tightly.
"I'm sorry, I was held up at the time. Next time, I will definitely not stand idly by if you are out of my sight for ten minutes."
"Then why do you doubt me?"
"I'm not doubting you, I just don't trust that guy surnamed Zheng!"
When Zheng Yuan is mentioned, Cheng Ran always shows hostility and vigilance, and his eyes unconsciously reveal the sharpness unique to soldiers.
She rubbed against his chest: "Okay, but Zheng Yuan didn't do anything to me, and..."
"And what?"
He was most afraid that she would pause mid-sentence, fearing that she would praise Zheng Yuan in the next sentence, which would drive him crazy.
A smile slowly spread across her lips. She raised an eyebrow and gently tapped his chin with her hand.
One lowered their eyes, the other raised them, and their eyes met.
"I think I only have feelings for you, Comrade Cheng."
Cheng Ran's brows slowly relaxed, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and surprise burst forth from his eyes.
"What did you say? Say it again."
Jiang Wanqing stood on tiptoe, hooked her arms around his neck, and pulled him down.
“I said, I only have feelings for Comrade Cheng. Even if someone else stood naked in front of me, I wouldn’t be moved.”
"Wanqing..."
"Shh, I've thought it over. I can't stand sharing a bed with you every day for four years. Before you get back to normal work, I want to have you."
Thump... thump...
Cheng Ran could clearly hear his own heartbeat. He had never imagined such a scene, that he would hear such blunt and unrestrained words from the mouth of the person he loved.
It seemed like he always advanced while she retreated, but when she advanced... he wouldn't retreat.
He pulled her closer to his waist, staring at her rosy lips, her eyes brimming with tears, and her fluttering eyelashes.
"No regrets?"
"I don't regret it, as long as it's you." After saying that, Jiang Wanqing gently kissed his lips.
Encouraged, Cheng Ran picked her up and carried her to the room while kissing her.
She wiggled her legs a couple of times: "Haven't washed yet... um..."
"Wash again after you're done."
A night of passion, the lamp in the room flickers, the moonlight cannot penetrate the hazy window...
The next day, Jiang Wanqing was awakened by the glaring sun. She had actually slept until the sun was high in the sky. She opened her eyes wearily and found that it was already eleven o'clock!
She tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through her lower back, and she grimaced.
"You're like a bull... you don't know how to control yourself, what will you do when you get old!"
She angrily punched the pillow, only to find that the warmth beside it had long since disappeared, indicating that Cheng Ran had been awake for quite some time. She rubbed her eyes, and her vision cleared. She saw a piece of paper on the bedside table, weighed down by a glass of water.
I've gone back to my unit first. You were still asleep when I woke up, and I didn't want to wake you. I'll be home in two days. Wait for me.
Hmm, it seems she's back to work, which is good. But with only two days off... will she really be able to recover?
Jiang Wanqing covered her face and wailed, "If I had known, I wouldn't have consummated our marriage so soon! Ahhhhh!"
She carefully got out of bed. Luckily, it was Sunday, so she didn't have to go to school. Otherwise, how would she explain her current state?
She made some noodles for herself, ate some at noon, and then moved a deck chair to the yard to sunbathe.
The warm sunshine, dappled shadows of trees, and the sounds of children chasing and playing create a rare moment of tranquility.
"Oh, you've finally come out of the house?"
Sister-in-law Song, holding needle and thread, moved a small stool and sat down next to her, smiling and teasing her.
Jiang Wanqing blushed slightly and pursed her lips: "Sister-in-law, what are you saying? How could I possibly not leave the room?"
"Your sister-in-law has been through this, why are you shy? Soldiers like Comrade Cheng and my husband are in great physical condition."
"Cough cough... Sister-in-law, you..."
She nearly choked and stood up from the recliner, her face flushed red, and when she touched it, it was still burning hot.
"I didn't hear anything. Just look at your rosy complexion, isn't it easy to guess?" Sister Song waved her hand, biting off the white thread as if she were talking about something perfectly normal.
Jiang Wanqing gradually calmed down. Fine, she was clearly the one who had experienced a more open era, so why did she seem like an old feudalist in front of Sister Song?
"Ahem... Okay."
The two chatted casually, from their hometowns to their hobbies, from home to outside, until the sun set.
Since Cheng Ran wasn't home, Sister Song warmly invited Jiang Wanqing to her house for dinner. After dinner, she helped Jiang Wanqing with her homework, and the day passed by in such a fulfilling way.
Jiang Wanqing went to school as usual on Monday, but unexpectedly, she was stared at with strange eyes the whole way.
People directly named and criticized her.
"Her? She stole her own sister's fiancé, forcing her sister to marry a short-lived man, and now her sister is all alone and helpless..."
"She's so scheming! She's gained a lot of fame lately, she's shameless!"
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