Chapter 178 She Doesn't Want a Man to Help Her Take a Bath!
Jiang Wanqiu felt a tingling sensation in her forehead.
The small cubicle was sweltering, the air felt like it had been sucked out, so thin she could hardly breathe. Especially with the two of them so close, the man's burning heat radiated from him, making her toes involuntarily curl up.
A flash of white light seemed to pass before her eyes. Jiang Wanqiu shook her head, her mind still hazy: Oh no, I'm probably going to suffocate...
The moment the thought crossed her mind, she felt her legs go weak and her body slide down uncontrollably.
A pair of strong arms caught her firmly in their embrace.
The water in the showerhead had been turned off at some point.
The surroundings fell silent instantly, leaving only the sound of each other's heartbeats and breathing.
Zhao Wenchang's deep, magnetic voice rang in her ear, carrying a faint hint of laughter.
"You even told me not to come in with you," he pulled her closer to him. "Look how dangerous it was. If I hadn't been here, you would have fallen right away."
She tilted her head back, her misty eyes glaring at him fiercely, her cheeks flushed red with shame and anger: "If you hadn't done that, would I have been unable to stand?"
As she spoke, she reached out, trying to push away the man who was holding her tightly.
But his entire body had already been exhausted and turned into a puddle of spring water, unable to muster any strength. Her soft palms pushed against his hot and firm chest, which not only had no intimidating power, but was more like a caress that was both resisting and welcoming.
Zhao Wenchang looked down at the ferocious kitten in his arms, his Adam's apple bobbing, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
"Okay, okay, it's all my fault." He continued, following her words, his large hand still firmly supporting her waist, his tone full of indulgent affection. "So what do we do now? Shall I help you wash the rest?"
"I don't want you!" Jiang Wanqiu blurted out almost immediately. All she wanted now was to get out of that suffocating cubicle. "I've already washed myself! I want to get out!"
Zhao Wenchang watched as her face flushed red from her cheeks to her ears, even her small earlobes turning pink. He thought to himself, "I've really teased her quite a bit. If this continues, I'm afraid I'll really anger my wife."
He tactfully released her hand, but not completely; he merely supported her arm to help her regain her balance.
After the two of them got dressed, they went to the large pool to pick up Ping An, who was already having a great time. The family of three had just stepped out of the bathhouse when they ran into Li Yanhong, who was about to go in.
"Oh, Wanqiu, you're done washing up?" Li Yanhong was pleasantly surprised to see Jiang Wanqiu. "I was just wondering why I didn't see you. Perfect timing, I have something to tell you. They've been showing outdoor movies every night at the threshing ground these past few days. How about we go watch them together after dinner?"
Open-air cinema?
Jiang Wanqiu's eyes lit up.
These days, entertainment options are scarce, so going to the movies is a rare and fashionable thing to do.
She asked curiously, "Sister-in-law, is there anything good happening lately? Why are they showing a movie?"
Li Yanhong gestured towards Zhao Wenchang with her lip: "Didn't your husband tell you? He's getting promoted in a few days! I heard it's a big leader from the capital coming down to inspect, so we have to make sure our compound is properly decorated!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Wanqiu looked at Zhao Wenchang, her eyes questioning. Zhao Wenchang simply patted her head and responded to Li Yanhong.
“Okay, sister-in-law, you go and grab a seat first. We’ll go home for a bit and be right back.” Without waiting for a reply, he pulled Jiang Wanqiu toward home. “It’s getting dark and chilly. Go back and put on a coat, or you’ll catch a cold.”
When Jiang Wanqiu and Li Yanhong arrived at the threshing ground, it was already packed with people. A huge white cloth was hung between two large trees, and rows of long benches were placed in front of it. Many more people had brought their own stools and small benches, and a large crowd of them sat down. Children chased and played among the crowd, creating a lively scene.
Before the movie even started, everyone was eating sunflower seeds and chatting excitedly, full of anticipation for this rare entertainment.
Zhao Wenchang brought over a long bench from somewhere, settled Jiang Wanqiu and her son in, and then sat down next to her.
The movie started soon; it was a revolutionary film.
The heroine on the screen looked heroic and valiant, but Zhao Wenchang leaned close to Jiang Wanqiu's ear and whispered his opinion: "She's not as pretty as my wife."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Jiang Wanqiu's face flushed from his words, and she lightly elbowed him. "Just watch the movie!"
As the movie reached a tense climax, with soldiers engaging in a fierce gunfight with the enemy, the surrounding audience watched with bated breath, completely absorbed.
Just then, Jiang Wanqiu suddenly felt a light pinch on her buttocks.
She stiffened, instinctively thinking that the man beside her was being indecent, and scolded in a low voice, "Zhao Wenchang, don't move!"
"I didn't move." Zhao Wenchang stared intently at the screen, his voice tinged with confusion.
Jiang Wanqiu was stunned for a moment, thinking it was her imagination.
But after a short while, that disgusting sensation returned, this time even more intensely than before.
She clicked her tongue and turned sharply to look at Zhao Wenchang, only to see him with his brows furrowed, intently watching the battle scene in the movie, his hands neatly placed on his knees.
It wasn't him?
Jiang Wanqiu's heart skipped a beat. She immediately turned her head without making a sound and quickly glanced behind her.
Behind him sat rows of military dependents, men and women, young and old, all craning their necks and staring intently at the glowing screen, unable to discern anything unusual.
Who exactly is it?
Jiang Wanqiu was cautious, leaning forward slightly and keeping her back taut.
Sure enough, not long after, just as the stirring bugle call sounded in the movie, she clearly felt a hand, not just pinching, but the entire palm pressing against her, rubbing her body with a lewd force!
Now!
Jiang Wanqiu's anger surged instantly. Without thinking, she swiftly reached behind her and grabbed the offending wrist tightly!
My wrists are thin and dry, with layers of wrinkles on the skin, and they feel rough to the touch.
She turned around abruptly and met a panicked old face—it was a middle-aged man with gray hair!
"What's wrong?" Zhao Wenchang finally noticed that something was wrong with her and asked in a low voice with a frown.
Jiang Wanqiu was trembling with rage. She grabbed the filthy hand as if it were something disgusting, pointed at the old man, and shouted at Zhao Wenchang, "He! He touched my butt!"
The shout was clear and distinct, piercing through the noise of the movie.
As soon as he finished speaking, several people nearby looked over instantly, and among their whispers, there were even a few malicious snickers.
Zhao Wenchang's face darkened instantly.
He glanced at the old man whose wrist was being held by his wife and who looked guilty, then at Jiang Wanqiu's red-rimmed eyes, and the anger in his chest suddenly exploded.
Without saying a word, he stood up, raised his fist, and punched the old man squarely in the face!
Zhao Wenchang threw that punch with all his might.
The old man didn't even utter a sound of "ouch" before he fell backward like a tattered sack, crashing to the ground. Two streams of bright red blood flowed down his wrinkled face.
The commotion here is so great that even the loudest gunfire in a movie can't drown out the excitement of this real-life fight.
"What happened?"
"A fight has broken out! Look, it's Battalion Commander Zhao!"
People in the front row couldn't see clearly, so they simply stood up and craned their necks to look back.
The people in the back swarmed forward, instantly blocking the area. The already lively courtyard suddenly erupted into chaos.
Zhao Wenchang threw a punch, and seeing that the old man was still struggling, he stepped forward with a dark face, ready to deliver another kick.
"Hey, Wenchang! Don't be impulsive!"
"Battalion Commander Zhao, let's talk this out, please don't fight!"
Several familiar men nearby reacted quickly, rushing over and grabbing Zhao Wenchang's arms and waist, dragging him backward.
"Get the fuck out of here!" he growled, his arm muscles taut as hard as rocks.
Amidst the chaos, someone in the crowd began to whisper among themselves.
"Isn't that... the father-in-law of Officer Wang from the Mass Work Department?"
"Old Zhang? How did he get on the bad side of Battalion Commander Zhao?"
Before the words were even finished, a quick-witted young man had already pushed through the crowd and dashed into the family compound: "I'll go get someone!"
Less than two minutes later, a burly old woman barged in aggressively, shouting as she pushed her way in, "Make way! Make way! What's going on? Who hit my old man?"
She immediately spotted her husband lying on the ground, his face covered in blood, being helped up by several men. She cried out in distress, "Oh dear!" and rushed over to him, exclaiming, "Old man! What happened to you? Who the hell beat you up like this!"
The old man, known as Old Zhang, covered his nose. Seeing his wife arrive, his courage swelled, and he pointed tremblingly at Jiang Wanqiu, mumbling, "It's...it's her! She's framing me..."
The old woman looked in the direction he was pointing and saw Jiang Wanqiu being protected behind Zhao Wenchang.
After listening to the surrounding people explain the situation in a few words, and understanding that Jiang Wanqiu had accused her husband of being a pervert, the old woman's face immediately turned bright red. She felt ashamed and glared at her old man, her eyes seeming to say, "You shameless old man."
But this sense of shame and indignation soon found an outlet.
She whirled around, her narrowed eyes glaring fiercely at Jiang Wanqiu, her voice booming:
"You little vixen! What are you yelling about? Flies don't land on eggs without cracks! It's dark here, and there are so many people in the yard. Why did my old man only touch you and not someone else? It must be because you're indecent, dressed so provocatively, that you're seducing people!"
As soon as he said this, a murmur arose from the surrounding crowd.
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