Chapter 133 Don't bite, it hurts... Are you a dog?!
Zhao Wenchang stretched out his long arm and pulled the still-sleepy woman next to him into his arms, covering her ears with his warm hand: "Did I disturb you? Sleep a little longer, it's still early."
Jiang Wanqiu had actually woken up after being disturbed by the man.
She sat up on the kang (a heated brick bed), her long, glossy black hair spread out on the bright red quilt, making her small, delicate face appear even more fair and beautiful: "I have to go to my uncle's house today, so I have to get up early."
As he spoke, he yawned again.
Zhao Wenchang leaned close to her and nuzzled her cheek with the tip of his nose: "You lie down first, I'll go boil some water for you to wash up."
"Alright, go ahead."
"Aren't you going to reward me for being so diligent?"
Jiang Wanqiu was amused by him, and gently leaned over to give him a perfunctory touch on the cheek, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
"That's it?" Zhao Wenchang was clearly dissatisfied.
He raised a thick eyebrow, and before Jiang Wanqiu could react, one large hand firmly gripped the back of her head, while the other hand encircled her slender waist. With a swift movement, he pinned her beneath him, his handsome face instantly looming large as he kissed her forcefully.
This kiss was completely different from the previous one, carrying a sense of aggression and possessiveness. He lingered and rubbed against her, domineeringly conquering her territory, until the woman in his arms protested with "mmm" sounds, her lips numb from his kisses, before he reluctantly released her.
Jiang Wanqiu was dizzy from his kisses, her cheeks flushed, her watery eyes full of reproach, her lips sore and numb, she said coquettishly, "Are you a dog?!"
Looking at her red lips, which he had ravaged and made even more luscious, Zhao Wenchang's Adam's apple bobbed, and he smiled with satisfaction.
It was early morning, and the stove in the main room hadn't been lit yet, and the whole kitchen was freezing cold.
Jiang Wanxia was breathing out white steam as she added firewood to the stove with a blank expression. The hot water in the pot was for Wang Jianjun to wash his face.
Just then, the kitchen curtain was lifted, and Zhao Wenchang's tall and upright figure walked in.
When he saw Jiang Wanxia, he simply nodded politely as a greeting.
But this glance held extraordinary significance for Jiang Wanxia.
Looking at the man's broad shoulders, strong waist, and long legs encased in military green trousers, she felt as if her heart was on fire.
In my past life, this man was so good to me and so considerate, so he must have liked me too!
It's all that bitch Jiang Wanqiu's fault for interfering and stealing him away!
However... I'm just as good-looking as her, so if I try a little harder, I'm sure I can win this man back!
He'll kick that bald monk Wang Jianjun to the curb then!
Thinking that Zhao Wenchang had always taken good care of her in her past life, she deliberately poked a half-dry piece of firewood deep into the stove, and a thick smoke immediately billowed out.
"Cough cough...cough cough cough!" She coughed exaggeratedly, fanning herself with her hand while saying in a tearful tone, "Oh dear, this smoke is so pungent...I can't even open my eyes..."
As she spoke, she glanced at Zhao Wenchang out of the corner of her eye, fully expecting the man to come over and ask her with concern, just like in her previous life.
However, Zhao Wenchang only glanced at her strangely, his eyes showing no pity, only a hint of confusion.
I thought this woman couldn't even burn firewood.
Then, he turned around and picked up the thermos in the corner, preparing to fill it with boiling water.
Seeing that her first plan had failed, Jiang Wanxia assumed that the man hadn't noticed, so she decided to take the initiative.
She ran to Zhao Wenchang's side in a few steps, looking up at him: "Brother Wenchang, my sister hasn't gotten up yet? That's so unfair of her, she didn't even make you breakfast. How about this, what do you want to eat for breakfast? I'll make it for you, my cooking skills are much better than my sister's."
Zhao Wenchang was unscrewing the thermos lid when he heard this. He paused, his brow furrowing slightly. "No need."
Jiang Wanxia's smile froze, but she immediately found a reason for herself: He definitely doesn't want me to get tired! Yes, that must be it!
With that thought in mind, she grew bolder and snatched the thermos from Zhao Wenchang's hand: "Then, Brother Wenchang, let me help you fill it!"
As she spoke, she picked up the thermos and went to the pot to scoop water, but deliberately twisted her wrist, splashing a little hot water onto the back of her hand.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed, as if she had been badly burned. She quickly put the thermos aside, stretched her hand out to Zhao Wenchang, her eyes red and her voice trembling with tears, "Brother Wenchang, please help me see if I'm burned? It hurts so much..."
Her hand was stretched out straight, almost touching Zhao Wenchang's lips, her posture pitiful and her eyes full of expectation.
Zhao Wenchang frowned even more, and was about to reprimand when an impatient, gruff male voice suddenly came from the doorway: "What are you dawdling about! Bring me the water to wash my face!"
Jiang Wanxia shuddered in fright. Her eyes, which had been full of affection just moments before, instantly turned into panic. She hurriedly turned around and said, "Why are you rushing me? I'm just... I'm giving you water."
Wang Jianjun stared at the woman for a while, then quickly glanced at Zhao Wenchang beside him.
Jiang Wanxia has never been a peaceful woman.
She loves to run around the city, saying she's going to do odd jobs, but who knows if it's just an excuse to sleep with some man and have an affair.
Now they dare to stand with Zhao Wenchang again...
The thought that he was useless in that area and that the woman would eventually run off with someone else made Wang Jianjun feel a nameless anger rise in his heart.
In his frustration, a monstrous thought even flashed through his mind: to strangle this restless woman, tear her to pieces, and see how she would seduce other men!
But the thought only flashed through my mind a few times.
However, Zhao Wenchang was standing next to him, and he didn't dare to act rashly. He suppressed his anger and didn't dare to say anything more, only squeezing out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Hurry up!"
After saying that, he snorted, turned around and went into the main room, where he plopped down in a chair and waited.
Jiang Wanxia was terrified by his gaze and dared not try anything more. She hurriedly scooped up hot water, poured it into a thermos, and then poured another basin of it out, carrying it out shakily.
Zhao Wenchang felt that the couple was a nuisance and didn't want to deal with them.
After busying himself for a while, he carried a basin of steaming hot water, lifted the curtain, and went back to his room.
Inside the house, Jiang Wanqiu had already put on her sweater and was sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) rubbing her eyes. Her long, black hair was still a little messy, which, combined with her sleepy little face, gave her a charming and innocent look.
"Come wash your face and refresh yourself." Zhao Wenchang placed the basin on the low stool beside the kang (a heated brick bed), reached out to test the water temperature, and then wrung out a hot towel.
He knelt down in front of Jiang Wanqiu, handing her a warm towel, his deep eyes filled with amusement: "Would you like me to wipe you down?"
"Get lost!" Jiang Wanqiu's cheeks flushed, and she playfully shoved him. "You're so unserious! If someone sees us, what will become of my reputation?"
She took the towel herself and carefully wiped her face. Zhao Wenchang, who was standing nearby, then found the woman a soap bar, a comb, and a small mirror.
When Jiang Wanqiu finished tidying up and came out, the main room was already bustling with activity.
Mother-in-law Zhao Xiaohua and father-in-law Zhao Shan were busy preparing food for the New Year. One was wrapping golden-yellow bean buns, and the other was frying golden-brown meatballs. The whole house was filled with the aroma of grains and fried food.
Zhao Wenchang went over to lend a hand and casually said, "Dad, Mom, Wanqiu and I will go to Uncle's house in a little while to bring Ping'an back."
Jiang Wanxia happened to be carrying an empty basin when she came in from outside. Upon hearing this, her eyes immediately lit up. Forgetting that Wang Jianjun was still sitting next to her, she quickly came over and said, "Going to Uncle's house? I'm going too! I'm going too! It's a good opportunity to visit Aunt! Let's get to know each other."
She said nice things, but what she really wanted was to get as far away from that scoundrel Wang Jianjun as possible.
Zhao Xiaohua wiped her hands and said with a smile, "Go ahead, go ahead, it'll be more fun with more people. The road is slippery with snow, so you guys have to be careful."
The group responded, put on thick cotton-padded jackets and trousers, hats and scarves, and went out together.
The snow in the yard was trampled down, covered with a layer of ice, making it slippery to walk on. Jiang Wanxia followed behind Zhao Wenchang, her eyes darting around, another wicked thought forming in her mind.
She deliberately found the hardest frozen snow, twisted her ankle, and was about to fall onto Zhao Wenchang's back, ready to scream.
She had planned it all out; if she fell like that, Zhao Wenchang would instinctively turn around and hug her.
But just as she tilted her body, Zhao Wenchang seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, suddenly turned around, grabbed Jiang Wanqiu's hand, and said in a deep voice, "This place is slippery, be careful, hold my hand."
Jiang Wanxia missed completely and fell hard on her bottom with a "plop".
The scream that came out startled the two people in front of her.
Hearing the sound, Jiang Wanqiu turned around and asked Jiang Wanxia, "Are you alright?"
Wang Jianjun, who was following behind, happened to see this scene, and his face immediately darkened even more.
"Ouch... Jianjun, quick, pull me up..." Seeing that Jiang Wanqiu was being led by someone, Jiang Wanxia grimaced in pain and reached out her hand to Wang Jianjun.
Wang Jianjun walked forward cursing and grabbed Jiang Wanxia's arm, but he used too much force and slipped, falling face-first to the ground.
Hearing the commotion, Zhao Wenchang, who was walking ahead, turned around and looked at the two people who had fallen into a heap in the snow. He smiled amusedly and teased, "Oh, it's not even New Year's Eve yet, and you two are already kowtowing to the heavens? That's not a very auspicious start."
Wang Jianjun's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, filled with humiliation and rage, yet he was powerless to retaliate.
After Zhao Wenchang and Jiang Wanqiu walked away hand in hand, he got up from the ground and, without saying a word, slapped Jiang Wanxia across the face as she stood up!
"Smack!"
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