Chapter 132 The man's muscles are so big, if only I could hold her.
She was like a starving ghost reincarnated, wolfing down a table full of meat and fish, stuffing her mouth to the brim.
In that pot of pheasant stew with mushrooms, only one chicken leg was left. Her chopsticks and Wang Jianjun's clattered together.
"What are you doing! This is mine!" Wang Jianjun glared at him.
"I saw it first!" Jiang Wanxia refused to budge, her chopsticks gripping the chicken leg tightly.
The two of them started fighting over a chicken leg right at the dinner table, leaving Jiang Wanqiu speechless with astonishment.
At night, the cold wind howled.
Jiang Wanqiu had finished washing up and changed into a soft cotton nightgown. She was sitting on the warm kang (a heated brick bed) while Zhao Wenchang dried her still damp long hair.
"Hey, your sister's room's out of charcoal, go over and bring her some!"
Zhao Shan poked his head in and greeted Zhao Wenchang.
Zhao Wenchang agreed and said he would go in a bit.
A short while later, Wang Jianjun's furious cursing suddenly came from the small room again.
"Are you trying to scald me to death?! You can't even do this simple thing right, what's the point of keeping a stupid woman like you?!"
Jiang Wanxia was carrying a basin of hot water, preparing to help Wang Jianjun wash up. Wang Jianjun reached out to test the water temperature, and immediately withdrew his hand as if stung by a scorpion, cursing loudly.
Jiang Wanxia protested, feeling wronged: "I added cold water..."
"How dare you talk back!" Wang Jianjun's anger surged, and he raised his thick hand, about to slap Jiang Wanxia across the face.
Just then, the door was pushed open.
Zhao Wenchang was carrying a small basket of newly added charcoal, about to bring it over, when he happened to witness this scene.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Wenchang stepped forward, and before anyone could see what he was doing, a large, well-defined hand had already firmly gripped Wang Jianjun's wrist, which was swinging in mid-air.
Wang Jianjun felt the pain, and his palm could no longer fall even an inch.
"What...what are you doing!" He looked at the man who had suddenly appeared, his expression a mixture of shock and anger.
Zhao Wenchang was much taller and bigger than him, and his imposing military aura was so overwhelming that it was hard to breathe.
He remained expressionless and said coldly, "Be more polite when speaking to female comrades."
The commotion inside the house also alerted Jiang Wanqiu.
She put on a coat, slipped on her shoes, and walked over, her slender figure appearing in the doorway: "What happened?"
Jiang Wanxia was afraid that after Zhao Wenchang taught Wang Jianjun a lesson, Wang Jianjun would take his anger out on her. She was even more afraid that her sister would see through the truth that she was not doing well. Her pitiful self-esteem made her straighten her back instantly.
Seeing this, she quickly spoke up before Wang Jianjun could, forcing a smile: "Sister, it's okay, Jianjun... he just has a loud voice, he's just joking with me."
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Jianjun hurriedly slid down the steps.
He secretly glanced at Zhao Wenchang. The man was more than half a head taller than him, with shoulders as broad as a mountain, and a fierce look in his eyes. He dared not provoke him.
"Yes, yes, it's a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding!" Wang Jianjun shrank his neck and smiled apologetically. "I just talk like this, I have a naturally loud voice, please don't mind it, sister-in-law."
Zhao Wenchang frowned, his deep eyes sweeping over the two men, clearly not believing a single word.
But he didn't ask any more questions, after all, it was their family matter.
He released his grip on Wang Jianjun's hand, and the next second, all his attention returned to the slender figure at the door.
He hurried over, his tone slightly reproachful: "Why did you come out? You just washed your hair, it's not even dry yet, aren't you afraid of getting cold!"
As he spoke, his large, well-defined hand reached out and gently gathered a strand of Jiang Wanqiu's long, black hair.
The moment his fingertips touched her, his brows furrowed even more.
Sure enough, the woman's hair was covered with a layer of fine ice crystals, and the chill seeped straight into his heart from his fingertips.
Jiang Wanqiu was amused by his nervous look: "It's okay, it's almost all done."
"Nonsense!" Zhao Wenchang scolded in a low voice, then stretched out his arm and pulled her into his arms without giving her a chance to say anything more. "Come back with me now. Don't come out after you wash up next time. Just ask me for anything you need."
Before leaving, Jiang Wanqiu turned back and whispered to Jiang Wanxia, "Then you two should get some rest."
Zhao Wenchang couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed the person in his arms and walked out, saying domineeringly, "Hurry up, hurry up, let me warm you up a bit more."
Half-carried by him, nestled in his strong arms, inhaling his fresh and pleasant scent, she walked along, laughing and muttering, "I'm a grown woman, not made of paper, a little cold won't hurt me."
As soon as they left, the atmosphere in the small house instantly became dull again.
Wang Jianjun's initial cowardice at Zhao Wenchang was quickly forgotten.
He dared not lay a hand on her again, but he was still verbally abusive, ordering Jiang Wanxia around: "You dead man! Hurry up and get me some water to wash my feet!"
"Damn it, hurry up and bring the chamber pot over here!"
He was seething with anger.
He never wanted to come to this poor mountain village in the first place. If he hadn't suspected that this bitch had come back to see some lover, he wouldn't have wanted to suffer like this!
After helping him lie down, Jiang Wanxia climbed onto the bed herself, utterly exhausted. The other end of the kang (heated brick bed) was cold, and she curled up, feeling an overwhelming sense of grievance.
Wang Jianjun was completely different from when we first met!
He's getting increasingly irritable. If anything doesn't go his way, he'll start cursing and hitting.
She felt she had been deceived by Jiang Wanqiu!
In her past life, Jiang Wanqiu described her life after marrying Wang Jianjun as so wonderful, but it turns out she was completely lying! What a vicious heart she has! In this life, she has stolen Zhao Wenchang, who should have been hers!
Thinking about how easily Zhao Wenchang had subdued Wang Jianjun's arm and his strong, muscular waist, Jiang Wanxia felt both regret and envy.
What made her even more furious was that Wang Jianjun was completely impotent! Jiang Wanqiu had never mentioned this to her in her previous life! It caused her to be unable to conceive for a long time, and she was called a "barren hen" by her mother-in-law and suffered all kinds of humiliation.
Why isn't my sister dead yet! Why isn't Jiang Wanqiu dead already! Once she's dead, Zhao Wenchang will be mine!
Or... or maybe let God open His eyes and let her be reborn again...
Just as she was lost in thought, Wang Jianjun suddenly shoved her, yelling and cursing, "Are you a pig?! The charcoal in the stove is about to go out, are you trying to freeze me to death?! Get up and go light the stove!"
Jiang Wanxia was startled by the scolding and could only swallow her anger, put on her clothes, and get out of bed.
As she added charcoal to the stove, she subconsciously looked out the window.
The light was still on in Jiang Wanqiu's room across the street, and two figures were clearly reflected on the window paper. The two figures were tightly intertwined and kept swaying, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.
Jiang Wanxia stared, stunned. Her heart skipped a beat, and her face flushed. She subconsciously swallowed.
Zhao Wenchang must be very strong to be able to lift a person up on his waist.
If... if that man were holding me like that... how wonderful that would be...
In fact, Zhao Wenchang was indeed quite strong.
With a sudden tightening of his arm and relying on his strength, he easily lifted Jiang Wanqiu, who was sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and placed her on his lap.
Jiang Wanqiu was startled by his sudden action, cried out in surprise, and fell into his hot arms. Then the two of them fell backward.
The mattress laid out by Zhao Xiaohua, Zhao's mother-in-law, was thick and soft. Zhao Wenchang held her and rolled around on the kang (a heated brick bed), which made Jiang Wanqiu giggle. The two of them played around and rolled and fought without worrying about getting hurt.
But just then, Zhao Wenchang saw the woman in his arms stop laughing, and her charming face suddenly turned pale without warning.
"Hmm..."
She pushed him away abruptly, bent over, and gagged without warning.
Zhao Wenchang was startled and froze instantly, all his playful mood gone. He quickly sat up and helped her up: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Jiang Wanqiu vomited several more times, but nothing came out except a little bit of sour water.
After a while, she raised her pale face and said somewhat embarrassedly, "It's nothing... I guess I was too upset just now, and my stomach is churning."
Seeing that she was alright, Zhao Wenchang breathed a sigh of relief. He took a towel to wipe her mouth and then affectionately flicked the tip of her upturned nose with his finger, deliberately putting on a stern face as he said, "I think you're getting more and more spoiled."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Wanqiu retorted angrily, "It's all your fault! You used so much force, how could my stomach not be churning?"
He looked at the woman, smiled helplessly with narrowed eyes, and then deftly poured a glass of warm water, holding the enamel mug to her pale lips.
"It's my fault, it's my fault," he coaxed repeatedly, "drink some water and calm down."
Jiang Wanqiu took two sips from his hand, and the churning in her stomach finally subsided a bit.
She leaned against the man's chest for a while, then suddenly remembered something.
“By the way, shall we go to Uncle’s house tomorrow and bring Ping’an back?” She raised her delicate little face, her long eyelashes fluttering. “Grandma said that the child didn’t want to come back after going to Uncle’s house. It’s almost Chinese New Year, and it’s not good to keep bothering them.”
“Okay, whatever you say.” Zhao Wenchang readily agreed, gently stroking her back with his large hand. “But my uncle’s brother Wuqiang and sister-in-law are back from Beijing. Brother Wuqiang has always been very fond of peace and quiet, so you don’t need to worry.”
Upon hearing this, a hint of curiosity flashed in Jiang Wanqiu's eyes: "Speaking of which, I've never met your brother and sister-in-law before."
Zhao Wenchang said, "My brother has some health problems. He went to Beijing for treatment a while ago, so he hasn't come back yet. But I don't know exactly how his treatment went."
The two exchanged a few more words, the room's light flickering dimly, and weariness gradually crept in.
After lying down, Jiang Wanqiu still felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach. She subconsciously moved closer to the man, curling up like a kitten, pressing herself tightly against his strong and warm chest. Only when she smelled the comforting scent of soap on him did the nausea completely subside.
The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the sound of firecrackers crackling and popping rang out outside the courtyard, making the paper windows rattle.
Jiang Wanqiu frowned at the noise, let out a soft moan, and subconsciously shrank further into the quilt.
The man next to her immediately made a move.
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