Chapter 47 A Strong Back
Zhao Wenchang reacted swiftly, reaching out to precisely grab her mischievous wrist. He raised an eyebrow, a familiar, slightly mischievous yet helpless smile playing on his lips.
"Hey, Comrade Jiang, what are you doing in broad daylight? Are you trying to be a pervert?" He looked at the woman quietly with a smile in his eyes.
Normally, Jiang Wanqiu would have been embarrassed and defeated long ago by his teasing.
But today, looking at the glaring wound on his forehead, she couldn't suppress the anger and pain in her heart.
She pouted, and with her other hand, which wasn't being held, she simply put it on her hip, and said with her neck stiff, "So what if I'm being a pervert! What part of your body haven't I seen or touched? I can tell you your size with my eyes closed right now, and you're still hiding it, aren't you ashamed!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenchang was stunned.
He never expected that this little woman could be so self-righteous and unreasonable when she threw a tantrum, with a touch of spoiled arrogance.
In that brief moment of distraction, Jiang Wanqiu had already used all her strength to break free from his grip.
As if she had made up her mind, determined to find out the truth today, she used both hands to grab his collar and pull it down.
Although Zhao Wenchang was a soldier and much stronger than her, he was injured and dared not really fight her. He could only retreat step by step, protecting his clothes while still joking, "Hey, hey, are you serious? Honey, give me some face..."
Jiang Wanqiu wouldn't listen. She pressed on relentlessly, forcing this tall man, who was over 1.8 meters tall, to retreat from the chair in the main room all the way to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) in the inner room.
Zhao Wenchang stumbled and landed on the kang (a heated brick bed).
Jiang Wanqiu seized the opportunity, pounced on him, and quickly stripped off his clothes, including his last white undergarment.
The clothes were thrown aside, leaving the man's strong, muscular upper body completely exposed to the air.
His tanned skin and smooth muscle lines, from his pectoral muscles to his well-defined abdominal muscles, exude a powerful presence.
Zhao Wenchang exaggeratedly crossed his arms over his chest, making a protective gesture, and looked her up and down with his deep eyes, clicking his tongue and saying, "Goodness, I never would have guessed that my little wife is such a lecher."
"You!" Jiang Wanqiu's face flushed instantly. Looking back now, the force with which she had so aggressively tried to tear off someone's clothes was indeed... a bit reckless.
But she quickly composed herself, glared at him, and said, "Stop talking nonsense and change the subject! Turn around and let me see!"
She reached out without allowing any argument and forcefully turned the man's muscular body around.
The moment Jiang Wanqiu saw the image behind him, she gasped.
On his broad back, running diagonally downwards from below his right shoulder blade, was a long, gruesome club wound. The blood beneath the wound had congealed, and the entire mark was a terrifying purplish-black, with large patches of surrounding flesh turning blue and swollen.
That must have taken a tremendous amount of effort!
Jiang Wanqiu felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by a large hand, a mixture of soreness and pain, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.
She was neither angry nor heartbroken: "Such a serious injury! Why didn't you say so sooner?! Zhao Wenchang, do you think this is a trivial matter?!"
Zhao Wenchang seemed to have not expected her to react so strongly. He turned around, trying to force a relaxed smile, but when he saw her reddened eyes, the smile froze on his lips.
He softened his voice, with a reassuring tone: "Hey, there's no blood, it's not a serious injury. You're tough, you'll be fine in a couple of days."
He cursed inwardly, thinking to himself, "These educated youths are really cultured; they know how to use such underhanded tricks as shining a flashlight in someone's eyes."
This tactic is usually used in the military for nighttime raids and scouting missions; it's unexpected that they've used it on their own people.
"What do you mean it's not a wound if there's no blood!" Jiang Wanqiu's tears finally fell, both angry and anxious. "What if this hit on the back broke a bone? What if there was internal bleeding? Do you think you're made of iron?!"
Seeing that she was actually crying, Zhao Wenchang was at a loss for what to do and could only make dry jokes to try and ease the tension: "Alright, alright, stop crying. You city people are so particular, you even distinguish between inside and outside injuries..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was silenced by Jiang Wanqiu's angry glare, which was filled with tears.
She knew she couldn't win an argument with this stubborn man, so she simply stopped talking. She wiped away her tears, thinking to herself: Fine, you don't care? I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!
Jiang Wanqiu took a deep breath and commanded, "Lie down!"
Zhao Wenchang was taken aback.
"Lie down on the kang (heated brick bed), lie down properly!" she emphasized.
Seeing his wife's posture as if she was about to "torture and extract a confession," Zhao Wenchang touched his nose, feeling both amused and exasperated, but still obediently lay down.
Jiang Wanqiu unceremoniously lifted her leg and straddled his firm lower back. This position allowed her to hold him firmly in place and also made it easier for her to exert force.
She took out the bottle of safflower oil from the medicine box, poured some into her palm, rubbed it to warm it, and then pressed it onto the horrifying bruise.
"hiss--"
No matter how soft a woman's hands are, when she presses and rubs the wound forcefully, the excruciating pain still makes Zhao Wenchang gasp.
Jiang Wanqiu clearly felt the man's latissimus dorsi muscles bulge instantly beneath her, the entire muscle taut like a stone.
To relieve the pain, he subconsciously exerted force in his waist and abdomen, slightly lifting his upper body and straightening his back.
She couldn't help but be a little surprised. This man's waist strength was amazing. She, who weighed over 100 pounds, was sitting on him, and he could still do a plank.
But now is not the time to be amazed.
She reached out and slapped him lightly on the waist.
"Lower your back! How can the medicine penetrate if you're so tense?" she scolded sternly. "Now you know it hurts? See if you dare to hide your injury next time!"
Zhao Wenchang trembled as she slapped him, then smiled wryly and lowered his waist, relaxing completely on the kang (a heated brick bed) and letting her "dominate" him on his back.
His muffled voice came from under the covers: "Wife, does this count as... punishment for concealing military intelligence?"
Jiang Wanqiu raised her delicate chin, increasing the pressure on her hand. Only after hearing his suppressed groan did she reply with satisfaction, "It counts! It has to count!"
Jiang Wanqiu stopped rubbing the bruise until it was warm and the medicated oil was almost absorbed.
Zhao Wenchang propped himself up on the kang (a heated brick bed), and instead of getting dressed, he casually sat cross-legged.
The sun had already risen over the hillside. He was shirtless, sweat dripping down his skin. His posture was casual, yet somehow exuded an indescribable sexiness, like a model in a magazine.
Jiang Wanqiu's gaze flickered, and she looked away somewhat awkwardly. She picked up her undergarment and handed it to him: "Let's get down to business. What exactly happened with those educated youth last night?"
Zhao Wenchang took the clothes and put them on, his expression becoming serious: "It seems I guessed right. The spy who infiltrated here was probably trying to incite these educated youths and lure them to the other side of the river."
"Go to the Soviet Union?" Jiang Wanqiu was startled.
She suddenly remembered something.
Sophora japonica.
And Su Huai's boyfriend.
Back then, that man came to see her more than once, subtly asking if her family was interested in developing their careers "outside," saying that he had connections there and could make a lot of money.
Because of this, Su Huai always regarded him as a rival in love and targeted him at every turn.
Jiang Wanqiu's mind raced, a clue gradually became clear, and a bold conjecture emerged in her heart.
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