Chapter 82 Want to Eat Her
Jiang Wanqiu paused in her work and then recounted in detail how Lin Mengyao and the others had caused trouble at the hospital during the day, and how she had fought back.
After listening, Zhao Wenchang's eyes darkened. He nodded and said only three words: "Understood."
He then casually asked, "So what did you give to Liu Cui's family?"
Jiang Wanqiu's cheeks flushed, and she coughed lightly, somewhat embarrassed: "It's just... some health products and medicinal wines that I brought from the South. I was worried that my body was weak and I wouldn't be able to adapt to the change in environment, so I brought a lot. I shared some with my sister-in-law if there were any left over."
As night fell, the chicken soup was finally ready, its color a rich, white broth.
Jiang Wanqiu served Zhao Wenchang a large bowl of wine. Seeing him sweating as he drank, she felt a warm glow in her heart.
By the time the two of them finished tidying up after their playful bickering, it was already late at night, and only a dim yellow light was on in the bedroom.
Zhao Wenchang took off his shirt, revealing his strong and muscular upper body, and said to Jiang Wanqiu, "The medicine needs to be changed."
The lights here were dim, not as bright as the high-wattage bulbs in Shanghai, so Jiang Wanqiu had to get very close to see the wound clearly.
As the alcohol swab was applied to the gruesome wound, the man's muscles tensed instantly, but he remained silent.
After treating the injuries on my arms and back, only the one on my lower abdomen near my waist remained.
Jiang Wanqiu had no choice but to kneel down beside the bed and bend over to deal with it.
In this position, she was almost completely pressed against him. Her warm breath fell on his skin, carrying a faint, sweet fragrance.
Zhao Wenchang's breath hitched.
He only needed to turn his head slightly to see her thick, long eyelashes that drooped slightly, and her pink lips that were slightly pursed due to her focus.
The man abruptly turned his head away, his throat dry, unable to bear looking at the suggestive scene any longer.
These past few days he's been recovering from his injury, and being able to touch but not eat is pure torture for him.
After finally finishing bandaging, Jiang Wanqiu was about to get up when her wrist was grabbed by a large, burning hot hand.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Wanqiu struggled instinctively.
"Hiss..." The man suddenly gasped.
Jiang Wanqiu immediately became anxious: "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
Zhao Wenchang frowned, looking uncomfortable. "I don't know if it's because I moved too much just now and pulled a muscle. I feel uncomfortable all over. Could you... could you massage me again?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Wanqiu thought that the patient needed to be taken more seriously, but without giving it much thought, she simply said, "Then lie down properly."
She quickly packed her things, waved her hand, and straddled the man's strong waist and hips, preparing to massage and relax his back muscles.
But she had barely settled down—
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A violent, savage pounding sound suddenly rang out, as if the door was about to be torn apart.
Immediately following was Bai Weiwei's shrill, piercing voice, clearly audible even through the door: "Open the door! Jiang Wanqiu! You shameless vixen! Don't think no one knows about your dirty deeds! Hand over your lover right now! Today we're going to clean house for Battalion Commander Zhao!"
Outside the door, a group of military wives, specially summoned by Bai Weiwei, were eager to rush in and catch her red-handed. Each of them had an excited look on their faces as they prepared to watch the show.
Disturbed from his good time, Zhao Wenchang's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he frowned in annoyance.
He raised his hand and patted the woman who was still straddling him, signaling her not to move, his voice low: "Stay."
After saying that, he slowly got out of bed, grabbed a military green shirt from the side and put it on to cover his scarred upper body.
Then, he walked to the door and suddenly pulled it open.
The crowd that was about to rush in was startled by the sudden opening of the door, and they stopped in their tracks, only to be met with a face full of murderous intent.
Zhao Wenchang stood tall in the doorway, the light from inside casting a long shadow behind him. His narrow eyes, filled with suppressed anger, swept over everyone outside the door.
"In the middle of the night, at my doorstep," he began, deliberately speaking slowly so as not to yell at the group of women, "what are you all shouting about?"
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Bai Weiwei's eyes widened as she stared intently at the man who should have been on a mission far away at the border, her mind completely blank.
Impossible! She had found out clearly that when the military region went on a mission, it would take at least a week for them to return to their unit!
How did this man end up here?!
Zhao Wenchang sneered: "Comrade Bai, it seems that the training in the cultural troupe is too leisurely, giving you time to run to other people's doorsteps in the middle of the night and concern yourself with other people's family affairs."
He paused, then added, "Tomorrow, I will personally talk to your regimental commander. It's time to give you more responsibility."
Upon hearing this, Bai Weiwei was so frightened that her soul almost flew away.
She waved her hands frantically, hurriedly trying to explain, "No! Battalion Commander Zhao, you've misunderstood! It wasn't today, it was yesterday! Last night! I saw a man in Wanqiu's room with my own eyes..."
"Oh?" Zhao Wenchang raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "You saw it?"
“Really! I saw it clearly!” Bai Weiwei nodded with certainty.
“It seems your fancy regiment is indeed useless,” she said, but she didn’t expect Zhao Wenchang’s voice to be full of contempt when he heard her say that. “As a soldier, you can’t even recognize a person at such a short distance.”
Seeing that everyone was puzzled, Zhao Wenchang said, "Let me tell you, that 'wild man' last night was me."
Upon hearing this, Bai Weiwei felt a throbbing sensation in her forehead.
What? It was him yesterday too? But, but logically it shouldn't be like this...
Before she could react, Zhao Wenchang keenly pressed on, "But you, Comrade Bai, what brought you to my window last night?"
Bai Weiwei stammered when asked, and after a long pause, her mind raced. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck her: "I...I came to find my new sister-in-law! Yes! A new family moved into the yard, and I heard they're from our village, so I came over to say hello and get acquainted with them. I just happened to see them by accident...yes, I just happened to see them by accident!"
Zhao Wenchang narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing her flustered expression: "So today, you were the one who spread the rumors in the compound about my wife spending the night with another man?"
"It wasn't me! It absolutely wasn't me!" Bai Weiwei's scalp tingled, and she vehemently denied it.
Just then, the door of a house not far away was ripped open, and a young woman with an angry face poked her head out.
She was pretty, but clearly had a bad temper. With one hand on her hip, she started yelling at us, "What's all the noise about! Can't a person get any sleep in the middle of the night?! Are you ever going to stop? Can't you just get out of here?!"
Seeing this, Bai Weiwei immediately pointed at the woman and said urgently to Zhao Wenchang, "Battalion Commander Zhao, look! It's her! I came here to find her! Since it's all a misunderstanding, we won't disturb you and your wife's rest any longer!"
After saying that, she winked at the group of military wives behind her who had been wanting to slip away, and the group scattered like birds and beasts, disappearing faster than rabbits.
Zhao Wenchang frowned, watching the group of people fleeing in disarray, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.
He turned around and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.
This matter is definitely not over in his hands.
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