Chapter 49 Qingyun helps her apply the medicine.
Jiang Mingxue was still a little scared. She suddenly remembered that Rong Chengzhou had even gone without his medication for a week last night...
They might get up and run as usual the next day, or they might not have slept at all.
After a night of unbridled debauchery, he grew increasingly aroused, while she seemed to have been drained of all her energy, remaining listless all day.
She couldn't understand why she had believed Madam Rong's claim that he had a physical defect.
Why would someone assume that a 1.94-meter-tall air force pilot is incapable?
Jiang Mingxue felt that she must have been out of her mind at the time. If she had just checked Rong Chengzhou's pulse, such a deep misunderstanding would not have occurred.
What's wrong with him?
They clearly went too far.
The first night left her with a deep psychological trauma. Now, whenever she sees him, she can't help but recall the scene of him lying on top of her.
She tasted the sweetness of forbidden fruit amidst the ultimate passion and allure, but she didn't want to indulge in it all night.
I won't be able to handle it.
In that minute of hesitation, Rong Chengzhou had already turned his head to look at her.
His deep gaze swept over her, his dark eyes seemingly calm as still water, yet Jiang Mingxue inexplicably felt a fire burning within them.
Her feet unconsciously retreated; if Xu Yan hadn't been there, she would have wanted to run away right now.
Xu Yan was completely unaware of this and kept pushing her forward, saying with a grin, "Hurry up, Sister Ming, didn't you almost fall over because you were so eager to see your brother-in-law?"
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for Rong Chengzhou to hear clearly.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, smiled meaningfully at her, and said in a slightly rising, magnetic tone, "Is that so, Peipei?"
The tone of his voice was exactly the same as when he called her from the bed.
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
It felt like her ears were filled with water, blocking her eardrums; she couldn't hear those two words now.
Calming herself down, she took the lead and walked towards the SUV, telling Xu Yan as she went, "I'm going back now. Be careful on the road."
"Okay, Sister Ming."
Rong Chengzhou took two steps forward, naturally took her hand, opened the car door and helped her into the car, and thoughtfully fastened her seat belt.
He moved with practiced ease, and only after settling her in did he close the car door and get into the driver's seat.
He tilted his head slightly and asked, "How are you today?"
"...What do you think?" Jiang Mingxue didn't look at him, her seemingly calm voice carrying a hint of resentment.
Rong Chengzhou raised his hand and rubbed her head, then apologized sincerely in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I got angry last night and couldn't control myself."
Jiang Mingxue turned her head away, not wanting to talk to him.
Even though she remembered that she was the one who provoked them last night.
She was in the wrong from the start in this whole affair.
But she paid the price for a whole night, so it's time to even things out.
Rong Chengzhou leaned closer, his hand moving down her hair, cupping her slender neck, and patiently coaxing her, "I won't touch you again these next few days without your permission."
A crisp, cool breath wafted over, and the rising tone of her voice carried a hint of seduction: "Don't be angry anymore, okay?"
Jiang Mingxue remained silent, silently challenging him.
Rong Chengzhou chuckled: "Shouldn't I be the one crying foul?"
Jiang Mingxue knew, of course, that he was the most wronged, but she was angry right now, and it wasn't the time to reason with him.
She retorted coldly, "What are you accusing me of? I've been preparing medicine for you for a month and haven't charged you for it."
Rong Chengzhou hummed in agreement, without refuting.
He gently stroked her neck with his fingers and said, "It sounds like I'm the one who got the better deal."
Jiang Mingxue turned her head back slightly: "That's how it is."
Rong Chengzhou pinched her puffed-up cheeks and gently provoked her, "Dr. Jiang is so understanding, she shouldn't hold a grudge against a patient, right?"
"..." Jiang Mingxue brushed his hand away and ordered, "Drive."
The man chuckled softly, drawing out the last syllable: "Okay."
"I'll do whatever Mrs. Rong says."
The car slowly drove onto the asphalt road and disappeared into the flow of traffic.
Back at Songyunting, they ate together, and Jiang Mingxue went to take a shower first.
When I came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, I brought a quilt with me.
Rong Chengzhou was about to go back to his room to take a shower when he bumped into her in the hallway.
His gaze fell on the blanket in her hands: "What are you trying to do?"
Jiang Mingxue kept a straight face and spoke firmly, uttering only two words: "Separate rooms."
Rong Chengzhou lifted his eyelids: "Why?"
He had seen newlyweds sleep in separate rooms before moving in together, but he had never heard of couples sleeping in the same room for a month before separating.
The latter mostly occurs in middle-aged couples who are not sexually active, but these two are not.
Jiang Mingxue opened the door to the second bedroom and placed the blankets and pillows on the bed: "I'm afraid you'll get carried away in the middle of the night and affect my work during the day."
Rong Chengzhou, dressed in pajamas, leaned against the door and said in a softer tone, "I was wrong yesterday. I promise you, I won't touch you as long as you're at work."
Jiang Mingxue said bluntly, "I don't believe it."
Last night I said it would be over soon, but that "soon" lasted until dawn.
Knowing he was in the wrong, Rong Chengzhou patiently advised her, "The second bedroom has been unoccupied, so the bed needs to be washed before we can use it."
Jiang Mingxue: "I took the quilt from the master bedroom closet. Aunt Lian just washed it a couple of days ago."
"But we can't let you sleep in the second bedroom; the bed isn't as comfortable as the master bedroom's."
Jiang Mingxue gave him a strange look: "Who said I was going to sleep in the second bedroom?"
The man raised an eyebrow slightly: "?"
After putting down the pillows and blankets, I went back to the master bedroom and locked the door from the inside.
Jiang Mingxue's voice came through the door: "That pillow and quilt set is yours. I'm the head of the household, so of course you should sleep in the second bedroom."
A slight smile curved his lips as Rong Chengzhou looked at the closed door and suddenly laughed.
It turns out they kicked him out.
"Okay, I'll sleep in the second bedroom."
He stood there for two minutes before replying in a low voice.
The more decisive they were in moving in together a month ago, the more dramatic their breakup has become, even though the reasons for separating rooms are somewhat abstract.
Jiang Mingxue was so sleepy during the day that she went to bed right after drying her hair, forgetting to turn off the light. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
The night was deep and quiet. She was sleeping alone in the large double bed. In her drowsy state, she felt the blanket being lifted, and it seemed as if a layer of rough calluses was rubbing between her legs.
The feeling was all too familiar; she had just experienced it last night, and even in her dreams, she could guess it was Rong Chengzhou.
Her eyes snapped open, and she saw Rong Chengzhou sitting on the side of the bed, his hand resting on her inner thigh.
She instinctively pulled the blanket over herself, curled up her legs to cover herself, and asked, "Who let you in?"
Rong Chengzhou remained calm: "The key is in the living room."
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
Her eyes widened, and she looked at him warily: "What are you trying to do now?"
The way she looked at him was like a rabbit encountering a big bad wolf. Rong Chengzhou stared at her for two seconds, and after a long while, a low laugh escaped his throat.
He extended his fingertip, which was still covered in white ointment: "Your area is swollen, let me apply some ointment for you."
"......"
The cool, refreshing touch made Jiang Mingxue's face flush red, and she was speechless for a long time.
"Sit over a bit, we haven't finished applying it yet." Rong Chengzhou said calmly, squeezing a little more ointment onto his hand.
Jiang Mingxue, both embarrassed and annoyed, snatched the ointment: "I can do it myself."
Rong Chengzhou glanced down at the screen: "You can see that yourself?"
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
I looked down and tried it; it was a bit difficult.
She held the ointment, refusing to give it to him: "Then turn off the light."
Rong Chengzhou nodded slightly, got up and turned off the light, then stretched out his hand in the darkness: "Can you give it to me now?"
Jiang Mingxue slowly handed it over, then shrank back again:
"Don't do anything reckless."
Rong Chengzhou's tone turned serious: "I'm not as beastly as you think."
Jiang Mingxue then let go: "Even beasts aren't as perverted as you."
Rong Chengzhou scoffed, dipped his fingertip in the ointment, and applied the medicine to her in the darkness.
The last time he turned off the lights to apply medicine was when she chafed her legs while riding a horse, and the two weren't very familiar with each other yet. But after last night, he even remembered the small mole on her lower back, let alone the private area. He could trace her outline even with his eyes closed, so turning off the lights was just redundant.
But saying that would only solidify his reputation as a "pervert," so of course he wouldn't say it.
The quiet bedroom was filled only with soft, ambiguous rustling sounds. Jiang Mingxue lay listlessly on the bed, her face still flushed, trying to find something to talk about to distract herself.
"Rong Chengzhou, when did you find out?"
The man continued working with his hands, speaking calmly:
"The morning after the wedding photos were taken."
Jiang Mingxue recalled carefully that the day they took their wedding photos was the first day he stopped taking the medication. He probably had been taking it for a month, and the sudden change in his bodily functions after stopping the medication made him suspicious.
Jiang Mingxue tilted her head back on the pillow, thinking about something else: "Why do you continue to eat it after you know you're not sick?"
She remembered that she brewed it for him for several more days after that day, and although he was reluctant, he eventually drank it.
After applying the medicine, Rong Chengzhou massaged her skin. He had bought the medicine that morning, but she was in a hurry to go to work and hadn't had a chance to apply it. The swelling became even more noticeable the next day.
His voice was neither cold nor indifferent: "Because you seem to really want me to have a physical defect."
Jiang Mingxue: "...No, I was just trying to help you get better."
It's like treating someone who isn't sick.
Rong Chengzhou nodded slightly, his calm and polite demeanor bordering on sarcastic: "Then you've really had a hard time."
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
She turned her head to look at him: "Are you done yet? Why is it taking so long to apply the medicine?"
Rong Chengzhou slowly finished the last few massages, wiped his hands with an alcohol wipe, helped her put on her underwear, and pulled down her nightgown.
Instead of getting up to leave, she sat on the edge of the bed and whispered in the darkness, "Can I sleep here tonight?"
Jiang Mingxue refused without even thinking: "No."
She wanted to get a good night's sleep.
Rong Chengzhou lowered his eyes slightly, got up and turned on a bedside lamp.
He reached out and threw the remaining half-box from the bedside table into the trash can.
Are you relieved now?
Seeing his decisive and straightforward actions, which seemed to be a declaration of determination, Jiang Mingxue couldn't help but soften her heart and moved to the side.
"Alright, come on up."
Rong Chengzhou's brows relaxed. He walked around to his side, and Jiang Mingxue reminded him again, "The trash bags are newly replaced. Pick them up. There are so many new ones left. It's too wasteful to throw them all away."
Rong Chengzhou ignored her, turned off the bedside lamp, got into bed, and pulled her into his arms, saying, "No need to pick them up, we don't need them anymore."
"Huh?" Jiang Mingxue turned her head in surprise upon hearing this. "Why? You won't need it anymore?"
She was just angry, would he really listen to her like that?
Rong Chengzhou covered her with the blanket, put one arm around Jiang Mingxue's waist, and massaged her thigh with the other.
After a few seconds of silence, he slowly answered:
"The size is too small; I need to find someone to customize it."
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