Chapter 53 is too naive. Is this woman made of tofu?
Seeing that she had almost finished washing, Li Yanhong said, "Come on, lie down, let your sister-in-law rub your back!"
Jiang Wanqiu was a little overwhelmed by this enthusiasm, and she quickly waved her hand, "Sister-in-law, no need, I can do it myself."
"How are you going to rub it yourself? Can you even reach it?" Li Yanhong raised an eyebrow and pressed her down onto a small bed covered with a plastic sheet. "Lie down! Don't be polite with me. When you're on my turf, you have to listen to me!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the rough bath towel, soaked in hot water, landed firmly on Jiang Wanqiu's smooth back.
"hiss--"
Jiang Wanqiu gasped in pain and let out a loud scream.
This time, the force was heavy and fierce, as if it was going to peel off a layer of her skin.
Li Yanhong paused in her work, stunned.
She looked down and saw that her fair skin had quickly developed a glaring red mark after she rubbed it, as if she had been whipped.
"Hey, your skin is so delicate!" Li Yanhong clicked her tongue, somewhat surprised.
As she spoke, she unconsciously loosened her grip considerably, almost with a touch of caution.
The women around them laughed when they saw this, and amidst the rising steam, they started chatting away.
After chatting for a while, the topic somehow veered towards the private affairs of the men in each family.
"Sigh, don't even mention it," sighed a slightly plump woman. "My husband, Lao Wang, is getting worse and worse. He falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, like a dead pig."
Another young woman, who was washing her hair, blushed and asked softly, "Sisters, what position is best to get pregnant? We've been married for almost a year and there's still no sign of a baby."
This remark drew a burst of laughter.
Li Yanhong scoffed as she listened, her hands rubbing the mud while her mouth continued, "What's that compared to what you guys do! My husband's eyes are always on training, and his eyes are always on slogans. I bet he'd sleep with his gun in his arms! I'm making him sleep on the floor when we get home today, it's infuriating just looking at him!"
She got angrier and angrier as she spoke, and finally blurted out, "If you ask me, men are useless! They're never around during the day, and they don't do anything decent at night!"
This crude and audacious remark made the women around him laugh so hard they almost fell over.
After a while of laughter, someone turned the conversation to Jiang Wanqiu, who was still lying there silently.
"Hey, new girl, where's your boyfriend?"
Jiang Wanqiu was startled by the question, her cheeks burning from the steam so hot they could have cooked an egg.
She kept her head down and mumbled, "It's...it's alright..."
That vague "not bad" was interpreted differently by the crowd, drawing several meaningful glances.
After they finally finished showering and got dressed, Li Yanhong looked at the still-present red marks on Jiang Wanqiu's neck and back, and a rare hint of embarrassment appeared on her face.
"Sister, I'm really sorry about today. My sister-in-law is too rough. If I had known you weren't so easy to handle, I wouldn't have used so much force."
"It's alright, sister-in-law." Jiang Wanqiu shook her head, and instead felt that although her sister-in-law was sharp-tongued, she was not a bad person.
Seeing that she was easy to talk to, on the way back, Jiang Wanqiu tentatively asked, "Sister-in-law, how exactly are you and Brother Chen not getting along?"
When her husband was mentioned, Li Yanhong's expression, which had just softened, fell again.
"Him? He's just a block of wood!" she said, her voice tinged with resentment. "His eyes are open all he does is train, and his eyes are closed all he does is sleep. If I ask him to do anything, he says he's too tired! I don't think he's tired, he's just not up to it! One day, I'll go out and find a pretty boy to make him jealous!"
Jiang Wanqiu knew she was just saying it out of anger and didn't take it seriously. A thought struck her, and she grabbed Li Yanhong's arm, lowering her voice, "Sister-in-law, I have...maybe something that can liven things up, would you like to try?"
"What is it?" Li Yanhong looked at her suspiciously.
Back at the family compound, Jiang Wanqiu asked Li Yanhong to wait at the door. She went inside and, under the guise of rummaging through her luggage, she subtly took out a small bottle of massage oil and a small aromatherapy diffuser from her spatial storage.
She wrapped the items in a cloth and handed them to Li Yanhong.
"This oil, when used for a back massage, can relieve fatigue. This aromatherapy, when lit before bed at night, can calm the nerves," she explained, half-jokingly. "It's guaranteed to work."
Li Yanhong took the small bottle that emitted a faint, exotic fragrance, half-believing and half-doubting: "This? It can work?"
But then I thought, these young people always have a lot of ideas, so there's no harm in giving it a try.
She nodded and tucked the things into her bosom: "Okay, then I'll accept them. I'll definitely thank you properly if they're useful."
After seeing Li Yanhong off, she waited for a while before Zhao Wenchang returned.
The man pushed open the door and paused for a moment when he saw the view inside. He then stepped back out and looked around again to make sure he hadn't gone to the wrong house.
The room was no longer the cold, impersonal barracks. A dim, yellow oil lamp shone on the table, casting a soft glow.
The once bare wooden table was now covered with a blue tablecloth with a floral pattern, and in the center of the tablecloth sat a vase with a few wildflowers. On the wall hung a sunflower oil painting he had never seen before, bright and vibrant.
The whole house exudes a warmth that is called "home".
Hearing the noise, Jiang Wanqiu came out from the inner room. His military overcoat was loosely draped over her, making the person inside appear even more petite and delicate. Her hair was still wet, wrapped in a towel, and her clear eyes lit up instantly when she saw him return.
"You're back?"
Zhao Wenchang's gaze swept over the tip of her nose, which was slightly red from the heat.
The hardest part of his heart softened instantly, as if it had been gently bumped by something.
He closed the door, keeping the cold wind out, a smile playing on his lips, and strode towards her.
"Hmm," he said in a deep voice with a hint of amusement, "You're quite obedient, you washed up and were waiting for me?"
This guy is completely unreliable!
Jiang Wanqiu's face flushed, and she glared at him before turning to pour him some hot water: "What nonsense are you talking about? It's getting late, hurry up and wash up and rest."
But as soon as she turned around, her waist tightened. The next second, she was spinning around and Zhao Wenchang had already picked her up in his arms.
He walked a few steps to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), loosened his grip, and placed her on the kang.
Before he could speak, Jiang Wanqiu exclaimed.
"ah!"
Caught off guard, her back slammed hard against the hard surface of the kang (a heated brick bed), causing her to cry out in pain and almost bring tears to her eyes.
Zhao Wenchang had originally intended to tease her, but seeing her strong reaction, he couldn't help but frown.
He leaned down and saw that her collarbone and neck, exposed by the neckline of her pajamas, were covered with red marks of varying shades.
He reached out and touched her lightly, and Jiang Wanqiu winced in pain.
Zhao Wenchang immediately understood. He chuckled softly, his chest heaving, his voice full of doting affection and teasing.
"How come it looks like it's made of tofu? Even just scrubbing it in the bath makes it look like this?"
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