Chapter 66 Qingyun's wife is here to pick me up, I'm leaving first. ...
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
I just praised him as a man of integrity, like Liu Xiahui, and he's already showing his true colors.
She was trapped in a corner by the man. After struggling for a while to no avail, she whispered her accusation: "You can't pull and shove like that in the family compound. It's not a good thing."
Rong Chengzhou slightly raised the corners of his lips: "Who was it that kept saying they wanted to kiss me just now?"
"..." Jiang Mingxue was taken aback, then raised her chin slightly to retort, "I was just testing you on behalf of the army, I didn't really want to kiss you."
Let alone the family compound where intimate behavior is prohibited, Jiang Mingxue would never kiss in public, not even in ordinary places.
Rong Chengzhou was certainly aware of this: "So, did I pass the test?"
Jiang Mingxue said angrily, "Of course it didn't pass!"
Upon hearing this, he slightly raised the corners of his lips, his tone carrying an unbridled arrogance:
"Since it didn't pass, what's there to worry about?"
He then leaned down and captured her lips with his.
"Mmm..." Her lips were sealed, and Jiang Mingxue grabbed the front of his military uniform with both hands, trying to push him away, but she couldn't budge him.
His accusation was mumbled indistinctly, "Rong Chengzhou, as a leader, how could you lead the way in violating the regulations?"
To die beneath the peony blossoms, even as a ghost, is a romantic endeavor.
Rong Chengzhou grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and pressed them above her head, wantonly stealing the breath from her mouth:
"Who told you to keep provoking me?"
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
He's not even pretending anymore.
Her head was forced back, and she was kissed until she could barely breathe: "Do your people in the military know how lewd you are in private?"
"So what if I know?" he retorted calmly.
His deep, husky voice held a restrained hoarseness.
"I'm only a scoundrel to my wife."
"You... You're shameless."
The remaining words of her insults were swallowed up by his deeper kiss.
The wind rustled the green vines that climbed the wall.
After kissing for several minutes, Rong Chengzhou found it too tiring to look down, so he simply picked her up and pressed her against the wall so they were level with each other.
A few steps away on the asphalt road, groups of new recruits would occasionally walk by after finishing their evening training.
Marching in unison, their combat boots clattered rhythmically on the ground.
Every step felt like stepping on Jiang Mingxue's brain nerves, her heart trembling with each beat, fearing that someone would discover her at any moment.
They were a legally married couple, yet they acted as if they were having an affair, cuddling together in a corner with Rong Chengzhou.
She held her breath in fright, but Rong Chengzhou didn't react at all. He even pinched her waist and reminded her in a deep voice, "Concentrate."
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
Discipline could no longer restrain Rong Chengzhou, and she, as his family member, also stepped onto the dangerous red line.
A near-absurd thrill surged through her spine like an electric current, and she trembled slightly in his arms, almost overwhelmed by the feeling of stolen pleasure.
The leaves of the green vines shyly hid in the wind, and they kissed for a long time in a secluded corner, accompanied by the soldiers' slogans, laughter, and footsteps as they walked away.
However, the kiss did not stop at the corner of the green wall, but continued until they were whispering sweet nothings and eventually moved to the bed.
Their bed was making noise, and soon after, the bed next door started making noise too.
The sound of the impact on the wall was clearly audible, and the amplitude was more violent than usual, but it still couldn't compare to Rong Chengzhou's.
Jiang Mingxue looked up at the swaying chandelier on the ceiling and witnessed the men's absurd competitive spirit. Suddenly, she understood why the family compound was also called the "Child-Giving Building".
At this rate, it would be difficult not to get pregnant.
Rong Chengzhou buried his face in her breasts and asked in a deep voice, "What day of the week do you return to the North City?"
She breathed softly, her lips dry, and answered haltingly, "...Tickets for Sunday."
The man's breathing was steady, but his tone clearly carried a hint of regret: "Then we can only use two each day."
The downside of customization is that you can't buy it anytime; the military has to open and inspect packages before accepting them.
Jiang Mingxue didn't think much about it at the time; she just grabbed two large handfuls, filled her pockets, and left.
Any more than that would be bad, as bulging bags are likely to attract the attention of security personnel.
Moreover, she thought that these twenty-odd items would definitely be enough for Rong Chengzhou, but she never expected that Rong Chengzhou would use nearly half of them on the first day, which led to him running out of money later on.
"I'll go to the supermarket tomorrow and buy a few to make do," Rong Chengzhou said.
The largest size from any brand on the market can be used, but it will be a bit tight and uncomfortable, which is a minor issue, but it will affect the duration of use.
Jiang Mingxue: "...Don't buy it, I still want to go out during the day."
Rong Chengzhou's time was long, and two days was already the limit of her ability to maintain normal self-care on the second day.
Rong Chengzhou: "Next time I'll order some in advance for the troops."
Jiang Mingxue: "...Say less, brother."
He dared to say it, but she didn't dare to listen.
"Okay, then I'll just do it and not say anything."
"......"
I'm speechless.
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On Wednesday, Jiang Mingxue slept until noon as usual. She had just finished eating the lunch that Rong Chengzhou had sent when she heard a knock on the door.
These are my two aunts and a military wife from yesterday:
"Xiao Jiang, come out and play mahjong this afternoon."
Jiang Mingxue hurriedly got up to open the door, but when she reached the entrance, she suddenly remembered something, quickly went to the bedroom to take a look, and then closed the door again.
Fortunately, Rong Chengzhou always cleans up the mess after each visit, so it doesn't affect guests coming to his house.
"They're here."
He agreed as he went to open the door and welcome them in.
After a brief chat, she went to her bedroom to change her clothes and then went downstairs with a few people to play mahjong.
The two aunts are surnamed Yu and Shen respectively. The military wife with a child is named Zhu Wenshan, and the military wife who is trying to conceive is about the same age as her and is named Tao Ruoli.
Zhu Wenshan only learned today that Jiang Mingxue had lost several hundred yuan after taking her place, and immediately felt extremely guilty.
The other three were originally worried that Jiang Mingxue would lose money again and didn't plan to gamble, but Zhu Wenshan disagreed.
When playing mahjong in the afternoon, he insisted on sitting next to Jiang Mingxue and personally guiding her on how to play her cards and various techniques, determined to help Jiang Mingxue win back her money.
After a round, Jiang Mingxue actually figured out some tricks and won several rounds, including one round with a pure suit.
The small drawer was piled high with chips, which even she found hard to believe: "Are you guys giving me free cards?"
"How could that be? You've kept those cards hidden like precious treasures, who could possibly see them?" Aunt Yu teased her with a laugh.
Jiang Mingxue smiled shyly. Every time she drew a card, she would carefully place it on the table, afraid that others would see it and cause Rong Chengzhou to lose money.
“We won because of our strength; they were going to lose whether they let us win or not,” Zhu Wenshan said, holding her two-year-old daughter.
Her family is the birthplace of mahjong, and there's a natural bloodline to suppress it.
"That's good." Jiang Mingxue closed the drawer with relief, a slight smile curving her lips.
She doesn't need to lose money for Rong Chengzhou today.
The second lap begins.
Aunt Yu: "Four."
Jiang Mingxue: "Bang!"
Aunt Shen: "One cake."
Jiang Mingxue: "Bang!"
Tao Ruoli: "Ninety thousand."
Jiang Mingxue: "Argument."
As soon as she finished speaking, all four pairs of eyes turned to her.
Tao Ruoli sat next to her, watching helplessly as three rounds passed. She only had two cards left in her hand and asked in disbelief:
Is there a delay in the "newbie aura" effect?
Jiang Mingxue smiled modestly and said, "It's all thanks to the guidance of our strategist."
Zhu Wenshan quickly distanced herself from the situation: "I haven't even said a word to you yet."
"Xiao Jiang's luck has returned," Aunt Shen from the Northeast reminded him. "Whose turn is it to draw a tile?"
Jiang Mingxue: "Oh, it's my turn."
As everyone was counting their cards, trying to figure out what cards Jiang Mingxue was waiting for, they were trying to avoid being the one to discard the winning card.
The next second, Jiang Mingxue spread out the cards and said shyly in a low voice:
"He won by himself."
"......"
Everyone fell silent.
I'm not afraid of players who know how to play; I'm afraid of players who don't know how to play but still win.
It's all luck, no skill.
Everyone was completely convinced.
Before the second round was even finished, Aunt Chen was already drenched in sweat, vigorously fanning herself with an old-fashioned palm leaf fan.
"Ugh, why is it so muggy today? Is it going to rain?"
Aunt Yu laughed at her, saying, "You were scared because you lost so badly."
“It doesn’t seem like that. I also feel a bit stuffy.” Zhu Wenshan, who didn’t play cards, was the most qualified to speak. “The humidity is quite high this year, especially in the south. The fields near my home have all been flooded.”
"Oh? Is it that serious?"
Tao Ruoli's family is from the north, so they don't know the details.
Zhu Wenshan nodded: "My mom just told me that on the phone yesterday, it's still raining now."
Jiang Mingxue reminded her, "Then Auntie should take precautions and try to go out as little as possible."
"Yes, it's much better that my house is an apartment building."
After chatting for a few minutes, it was Jiang Mingxue's turn to draw cards again. Seeing her serious expression, the three of them held their breath and watched her.
"Ah?" Tao Ruoli was terrified. "Did he masturbate again?"
"It's hard to say. Let's change positions later. The feng shui here isn't good."
Jiang Mingxue held the cards without saying a word.
Under everyone's fearful gaze, it took him several seconds to break into a laugh:
"Just kidding, there's nothing there."
Tao Ruoli: "Oh my, that scared me to death."
The group of people immediately felt relieved and sat back down.
Zhu Wenshan could finally see Jiang Mingxue's cards and burst out laughing: "I was about to burst!"
Aunt Yu: "Little Jiang has gone astray."
Aunt Chen laughed: "It's good to learn to be bad, because you can have more fun if you learn to be bad."
"Nonsense, Sister Jiang is so beautiful, she's not bad at all."
A childish voice then rang out.
Zhu Wenshan's two-year-old daughter, carrying a toy bucket, righteously refuted them.
At an age when they don't even know what good or bad is, all they know is to protect the pretty older sister.
The group paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.
Laughter could be heard frequently under the sunshade downstairs in the family compound.
As Rong Chengzhou entrusted, the family members and neighbors successfully helped Jiang Mingxue integrate into the circle.
After an afternoon, Jiang Mingxue's fortunes turned around. She went from losing money on three games to winning on three, earning twice as much as yesterday, and her drawers were overflowing with cash.
But she didn't take anyone's money, saying only, "Keep it for now, and I won't have to give it to you next time I lose."
Aunt Yu and Aunt Shen exchanged a smile.
This kid is sensible.
She doesn't let her husband gamble away money, and she still remembers the good things they did for her.
Both husband and wife are worldly-wise and understanding.
Zhu Wenshan glanced at the time: "Hey, it's five o'clock, I have to go pick up my boyfriend."
Jiang Mingxue turned to look at her: "Where are you going to pick her up?"
"Right in front of their unit's gate."
Jiang Mingxue was somewhat surprised: "You still need to pick me up even though it's so close?"
"Who says otherwise? A grown man comes home from school and I have to bring our daughter to pick him up. If I don't, he comes back and throws a tantrum at me." Zhu Wenshan said helplessly, "Don't your kids ever throw tantrums at you?"
Tao Ruoli said, "Of course they're making a fuss. They come home every day saying that other people's wives go to pick them up from get off work, but I don't."
Jiang Mingxue listened quietly, drinking water from her cup without saying a word.
Rong Chengzhou only throws tantrums at her in bed.
Zhu Wenshan stood up, took her daughter's hand, and asked Tao Ruoli, "Do you want to come with me?"
Tao Ruoli: "No, I won't go. I won't tolerate him."
The two aunts went upstairs to cook for their son, and Zhu Wenshan turned to Jiang Mingxue again: "Where's Xiao Jiang? Are you going?"
Jiang Mingxue held the cup and thought for a moment. Although she felt that it was really unnecessary to walk for such a few minutes, she still put down the cup and said, "Let's go."
She also indulged Rong Chengzhou.
The base and the family compound are separate, about a seven or eight-minute walk apart.
The two people held Zhu Wenshan's daughter, Xiaobuding's, hand and walked together toward the base.
When Jiang Mingxue arrived at the base entrance, she saw a large group of military wives standing in front of her and realized that everyone came to pick up their soldiers after get off work.
Rong Chengzhou never mentioned it to her, so she naturally assumed it wasn't necessary.
"I'll go check if the line has broken up yet. Xiao Jiang, can you watch over Little Pudding for me?" Zhu Wenshan said.
Jiang Mingxue nodded: "Okay."
She didn't actually know what time Rong Chengzhou got off work; when they were in Haining, he seemed to often have to work overtime.
Little Pudding was squatting on the ground shaking the sand in his toy bucket when he suddenly strained and shoved the bucket over his head.
"Waaaaah, Sister Jiang..." Little Pudding cried.
Jiang Mingxue looked down and saw it, and was startled.
I quickly knelt down and helped her take the bucket down. Afraid the edge of the bucket might rub against her ears, I moved very gently, soothing her softly as I spoke:
"Don't cry, little pudding, it will be alright soon."
"Waaah..."
Hearing Jiang Mingxue's soothing voice, Little Pudding's crying subsided considerably. Her little head was buried in the dark, cramped toy bucket, and she clung tightly to the clothes between her legs.
Jiang Mingxue slowly took down the small bucket. Knowing that Little Pudding was scared, she carefully pulled the crying Little Pudding into her arms, gently patting her, her voice softer than cotton:
"Little Pudding, it's alright now."
The setting sun cast long shadows of the two figures, one tall and one short. She half-squatted on the stone brick ground, her chin gently resting on the little girl's shoulder, a faint yet exceptionally gentle smile on her lips.
Rong Chengzhou, Xing Kaiyu, and several other officers happened to witness this scene as they came out of the base together.
He was wearing training clothes, his jawline was slightly tense, and his eyes still held the sharpness that had not completely faded after training the soldiers.
As if she were born with an attraction, even though the doorway was full of people, and she was even squatting on the ground, only showing him her profile, he could still spot her at a glance.
Jiang Mingxue seemed to sense something, and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, her gaze meeting his directly.
Then she smiled gently, stood up straight, and waved to him while holding Little Pudding's hand.
Rong Chengzhou gazed at them, a barely perceptible ripple appearing in his cold, deep eyes, and a warm feeling welled up in his chest as if something had filled it.
Suddenly I understood why many of his soldiers would be so sentimental as to have their wives and children pick them up from get off work.
In his view, this was an extremely unmasculine act, inconsistent with the image of a soldier standing tall and upright.
Xing Kaiyu, who was behind him, noticed that he hadn't moved for a while, so he turned around and asked, "Brother Rong, what's wrong?"
Rong Chengzhou briefly withdrew his gaze, turned his head to the comrades behind him, and said with a slight rise in his voice at the end:
"My wife is here to pick me up, I'll go first."
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