Chapter 177 A man's wicked thoughts: He wants to bathe with a woman.
It was a brand new pair of light blue cloth trousers, made of fine cotton. Liu Lanhua handed the trousers over, smiling a little embarrassedly: "Little sister, don't be disgusted. These are my newest trousers, please put them on."
Jiang Wanqiu took it and felt that the fabric was soft and thick. She brought it to her nose and smelled it, and a faint, indescribable fragrance entered her nostrils.
It's not a floral scent, but rather a mixture of soapberry and sun-dried herbs—clean, pleasant, and calming.
"Sister-in-law, I can't accept this, giving me your new pants..."
"What's the big deal!" Liu Lanhua pushed her onto the bed and pulled the curtains down for her. "Hurry up and change! I need to take your pants and soak them in wood ash right away, otherwise the smell will never come off!"
Jiang Wanqiu couldn't persuade her otherwise, so she went behind the curtain. When she came out after changing her pants, Liu Lanhua had already found a worn notebook and a pencil stub.
"Hey girl, where do you live? I've washed your pants and I'll bring them to you later."
Jiang Wanqiu gave Liu Lanhua the address of the family compound, and Liu Lanhua wrote it down in her notebook with great care.
Jiang Wanqiu said goodbye to Liu Lanhua and the two maids before heading home.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Zhao Wenchang taking off his coat and hanging it on the hanger. He turned around and saw Jiang Wanqiu, and his expression relaxed: "You're back? I was just saying I was going to look for you."
Zhao Wenchang feels uneasy if he can't see Jiang Wanqiu for even a short while.
"I just came back from Battalion Commander Zhou's test team. I took a look around," Jiang Wanqiu said as she took off her coat.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenchang frowned, his tone carrying a hint of disapproval: "You're pregnant now, why are you running around everywhere? The ground in that pig farm is wet and slippery, what if you get hurt!"
As he spoke, he naturally reached out and grasped Jiang Wanqiu's slightly cold fingers, wanting to warm them for her.
But the moment his hand touched her, he stopped moving.
Zhao Wenchang first sniffed the air, his eyes full of confusion.
Jiang Wanqiu was amused by his appearance: "What's wrong with you?"
Zhao Wenchang didn't speak, his gaze finally settling on her. He leaned down slightly, his high, straight nose pressed directly against her clothes, carefully smelling every inch of them.
The man's warm breath tickled her neck and earlobes. She laughed and pulled away, pushing his head away: "What are you doing, like a little puppy..."
Zhao Wenchang straightened up, his expression serious. He stared at her intently and said slowly, word by word, "Comrade Jiang Wanqiu, you... have become rotten."
"What?" Jiang Wanqiu was startled. She quickly raised her arm and brought it to her nose to sniff hard.
It does smell... that stench of pig manure stubbornly seeped into my nostrils.
"That's why I told you not to wander off. My wife used to smell so good." Zhao Wenchang shook his head.
Just then, Ping An came in carrying a net bag of potatoes and cabbages he had just bought. As he passed Jiang Wanqiu, he sniffed and asked casually in a muffled voice, "Dad, did you fart? It smells so bad."
"Get lost!" Zhao Wenchang smacked Ping An on the back of the head in an annoyed tone.
Jiang Wanqiu couldn't stay still any longer and turned to walk towards the outer bedroom: "No, I have to get ready and go to the public bathhouse for a bath!"
Upon seeing her like this, Zhao Wenchang panicked. Forget about the smell, he grabbed her from behind, put his chin on her shoulder, and coaxed her in an almost roguish tone: "Wife, let's not go to the bathhouse. It's so cold now. What if you catch a cold from going back and forth to the bathhouse? I'll heat up some water for you at home, and you can just wipe yourself down at home."
"No, no."
Seeing that Jiang Wanqiu was still struggling, he simply hugged her even tighter and said in a muffled voice, "I'm telling you the truth, wife, even if you smell terrible and even poop in your pants, I, Zhao Wenchang, will never mind!"
His words only strengthened Jiang Wanqiu's resolve to take a bath.
"Let go of me! I'm not leaving today, I absolutely have to take a shower!"
Seeing that she was truly determined, Zhao Wenchang knew he couldn't stop her no matter what. He sighed helplessly, let go of her hand, but grabbed her wrist again the moment she turned around.
"Alright, I see now, I can't stop you." He stared at her, his eyes filled with a hint of compromise and doting, then a smile curved his lips.
"Then I'll go with you."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Wanqiu's cheeks immediately flushed.
Without even thinking, she immediately refused: "How can that be! I'm not so bad that I can't even take a bath by myself."
Zhao Wenchang, however, didn't seem to care. He moved closer, his high, straight nose almost brushing against hers, and said with a self-righteous, shameless air, "Why not? I want to wash too. Think about it, you'll come out all clean and smelling wonderful, while I'll be waiting for you outside, still smelling terrible. People will think I, Zhao Wenchang, am not good enough for you. Besides," he paused, his eyes glancing at her, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, "we're getting married soon, and the bride will be all dressed up beautifully. If the groom looks disheveled, won't you despise him?"
These fallacies were so convoluted that Jiang Wanqiu couldn't find any words to refute them.
Just as she was rendered speechless, Ping An's enthusiastic voice came from the side.
"Dad, Mom, are you going to the bathhouse? Take me with you!"
Suddenly, Ping An appeared, tilting her little head up and looking at them expectantly.
He put the net bag he was holding in the kitchen, patted his chest, and said, "I carried cabbages for Grandma Wang's house all afternoon today. My back is covered in sweat, and I was just thinking of going to take a bath!"
The look Zhao Wenchang gave his son instantly turned icy.
That brat, he definitely did it on purpose! He ruined his good time!
Upon seeing this, Jiang Wanqiu's initial shyness, aroused by Zhao Wenchang, dissipated, replaced by a desire to tease him.
She deliberately bent down, patted Ping An's head, and smiled gently: "Okay, that's perfect, let's go as a family of three!"
"Okay!" Ping An replied happily.
Because it wasn't completely dark yet, there weren't many people in the public bathhouse, but it was still very warm and steamy. I lifted the heavy curtain and went inside; the place smelled of soap and steam.
Zhao Wenchang led the mother and daughter to the counter and, with a serious expression, asked the old man in charge, "Comrade, may I ask if you have any private rooms?"
As he spoke, he carefully supported Jiang Wanqiu's waist and continued, "My wife is pregnant, and the pool is crowded and slippery. I'm worried about her. I have to go in and lend a hand; it would be terrible if she slipped and fell."
The old man in charge nodded after hearing Zhao Wenchang's words, picked out a key with a wooden tag from a bunch of keys and handed it to him: "Yes, there is a double room. Go inside and turn left. You young man, you really dote on your wife."
Zhao Wenchang took the keys and smiled with satisfaction. He turned around and stopped Ping An, who was excitedly about to follow him inside.
He stuffed a bar of soap and a worn-out towel into his son's arms, then gestured with his chin toward the large pool on the other side: "You, go over there and give yourself a good scrub!"
The cubicle wasn't large, and two showerheads hung on the wall. The steam made the whole space feel hazy.
Jiang Wanqiu's cheeks were flushed, whether from embarrassment or from the heat, she didn't know, and she cursed herself inwardly for being "pretentious".
With a child in her belly, what hasn't she done with this man? Now she's suddenly feeling embarrassed.
Zhao Wenchang was quite natural. He took off his clothes, walked over, reached out and turned on the water valve, his broad palm touching the water to test the temperature.
Hot water gushed over the back of his hand. He frowned slightly as he carefully adjusted the temperature until it was neither too hot nor too cold. Then he turned to her and called out, "Come here, the water's ready."
The sound, enveloped by the sounds of water and steam in the confined space, sounded particularly deep.
Jiang Wanqiu took off her clothes and walked over slowly. Before she could even stand still, Zhao Wenchang had already picked up the soap and naturally walked around behind her.
When that hand covered her smooth, damp back, Jiang Wanqiu's body involuntarily shuddered.
The heat from my palms felt like it could penetrate my skin and burn all the way to my heart.
Jiang Wanqiu couldn't help but tremble, her whole body tensing up.
Zhao Wenchang paused, his warm breath brushing against her ear, his voice carrying a knowing smile: "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing...it's nothing..." her voice was soft and delicate, "You...you're making me ticklish..."
She tried to hide, but there was a solid chest behind her, and she had nowhere to escape.
"I...I'll wash it myself!" She pushed his arm, her heart pounding, feeling that letting this man wash would cause something bad to happen.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenchang readily agreed, nodding and saying, "Alright then."
He actually let go, stepped aside, and started rinsing himself.
The man turned away, ignoring her completely. Only the sound of running water and the subtle noises of his meticulous washing filled the cubicle.
Jiang Wanqiu felt inexplicably disappointed.
How could this man just let go like that?
While absentmindedly applying soap to her body, she couldn't help but steal glances at him.
In the misty steam, the man's broad back was smooth and strong, and water droplets slid down his firm muscles and disappeared below his lean waist... Jiang Wanqiu felt her throat go dry and unconsciously swallowed.
No, no, I can't let my mind wander!
She quickly looked away, but when she started washing herself, she realized it was really inconvenient. Her belly was getting bigger every day, and it was difficult to bend over, let alone reach her back; it was incredibly awkward.
She couldn't help but steal a quick glance at the person.
But then, that glance met a pair of deep, smiling eyes.
Zhao Wenchang had turned around at some point and was now looking at her with a leisurely air. He caught her unruly gaze, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and slowly began to speak.
"Honey, do I look good?"
In the rising steam, the man's body, freshly washed by hot water, gleamed with a healthy sheen. Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and smooth, firm muscle lines—unlike those skinny men or those who are overweight, he possessed the kind of powerful, attractive physique that comes from years of training.
Water droplets slid down his firm chest muscles and disappeared below his V-line waist, which was strangely alluring.
She abruptly turned her eyes away, but refused to admit defeat, her voice tense with a hint of anger and embarrassment: "Who...who looked at you! Shameless!"
That's what she said, but the empty space on her back and the sticky soap residue reminded her of her current predicament.
Jiang Wanqiu gritted her teeth, decided to go all out, raised her chin, and commanded the man's back: "Come here! Scrub my back!"
He obediently picked up the bath towel draped to the side, his tone full of delighted compliance: "Alright, when my wife speaks, how could I dare disobey?"
Zhao Wenchang's force was not heavy; he rubbed slowly and rhythmically.
But Jiang Wanqiu felt something was wrong with her whole body. It didn't feel like she was being scrubbed in the bath; it felt more like... setting fire to something.
Every inch of skin his palm touched sent a tingling, itchy sensation through him, creeping from the flesh all the way into the bones.
She couldn't help but twist her body, trying to get away from the mischievous hand: "You...you shouldn't move...it tickles..."
"How can I rub it if I don't move?" Zhao Wenchang's breath brushed against her ear, warm and ticklish.
"Then hit harder!" Jiang Wanqiu was getting impatient, almost unable to stand. "It's like being tickled, it's so uncomfortable!"
As soon as he said this, Zhao Wenchang stopped abruptly.
His eyes gradually deepened in the mist, like thick ink that couldn't be dissolved.
The next second, an irresistible force came, and Jiang Wanqiu felt her body being pushed, her entire front being solidly pressed against the cold tile wall.
"Hmm!"
Zhao Wenchang pressed himself against her, trapping her between his chest and the wall.
"Wife, is this how you apply pressure?" He braced one hand against the wall, and with the other hand, he pressed down harder, as if to prevent her from struggling, or as if he were genuinely helping her rub her back. He asked in a low voice, "Teach me, how much pressure should I apply to make it feel comfortable?"
Jiang Wanqiu was so frightened by his posture that her heart skipped a beat, and all the blood rushed to her head. She bit her lower lip tightly, unable to utter a single word.
Zhao Wenchang's Adam's apple bobbed. He looked at her without speaking, and his large hand, no longer at ease, traced the curve of her waist downwards…
"!"
Jiang Wanqiu's mind went blank, as if a firework had exploded. Without thinking, she blurted out, "Don't use force! Don't use force!"
Zhao Wenchang didn't stop moving, but the curve of his lips became more and more obvious, with a smug and wicked smile.
"Not using any force?" he asked knowingly, his voice almost brimming with laughter. "Not using any force? Didn't you say it was ticklish?"
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