Chapter 149 Feeling itchy, she responded to him.
"If he wants the moon, you'll pluck it down for him too?" Jiang Wanqiu glared at him, leaving him speechless.
Too lazy to deal with this unreliable man anymore, she turned around, took Ping An's hand, touched his cold little face, and her tone immediately softened: "Ping An, be good, don't go anywhere these few days, just stay in the house and read books, take care of your health, understand?"
Ping An was feeling terrible after being trained to the point of vomiting, but seeing Jiang Wanqiu standing up for him warmed his heart, and he obediently nodded.
The child was quick and sensible. Knowing that Jiang Wanqiu hadn't been feeling well lately, she didn't let her do any of the cooking or washing the dishes.
Jiang Wanqiu only drank a small half bowl of light millet porridge before feeling tired and went to bed early.
After washing up, Zhao Wenchang, still smelling of water and soap, crawled into bed.
He pulled the woman's soft body into his arms from behind, his burning chest pressed tightly against her smooth back like a branding iron.
"Are you still angry?" His deep, husky voice sounded in her ear, his warm breath spraying onto her neck, causing a ticklish sensation.
Jiang Wanqiu didn't say anything, but her body stiffened slightly.
Zhao Wenchang, however, was relentless, rubbing his large, furry head against her neck like a large, affectionate dog. One of his hands was also restless, slipping under the hem of her pajamas and resting on her plump belly, his rough fingertips, calloused, gently circling.
The man's flirting was bold and direct, making Jiang Wanqiu feel itchy inside, as if a feather was gently scratching her.
She could no longer hold back; her body went limp, and she leaned into his arms almost imperceptibly in response.
Encouraged, Zhao Wenchang grew bolder, rolled over and pinned her down, kissing her without a word.
Their lips lingered and roamed, conquering and ravaging each other. Jiang Wanqiu was so overwhelmed by his kisses that she could only cling to his strong arms and let out soft moans.
When the kiss ended, both of them were a little out of breath.
Zhao Wenchang's dark eyes shone brightly in the dim light. He whispered to Ping An, "Wife, I might have to go on a mission to the border in a few days."
Jiang Wanqiu's heart skipped a beat, and she tightened her grip on his neck.
"Is it dangerous?"
“It’s not dangerous,” he replied casually, his large hand gently kneading her waist. “It’s just catching a few petty thieves. When I get back and the paycheck for this mission comes in, we’ll go and file for marriage, okay?”
His burning gaze was fixed on the woman beneath him, watching her blushing cheeks, her eyes filled with spring water, and her lips red and slightly swollen from his kisses, her Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.
In the darkness, Jiang Wanqiu's eyes sparkled. She nuzzled the man's firm chin, her voice soft and gentle.
"good."
That night, Zhao Wenchang quickly fell into a deep sleep holding her soft body, while Jiang Wanqiu kept her eyes open, unable to sleep all night.
Zhao Wenchang still wanted to deceive her, but she knew the truth all too well.
In his past life, during this mission to eliminate spies, Zhao Wenchang single-handedly lured away the enemy to cover his comrades, ultimately sacrificing himself on the snow-covered border.
She cannot let history repeat itself!
Absolutely not!
She had to come up with a way, a foolproof plan, even if there was only a sliver of hope, she had to pull him back from the brink of death!
The next day, just as dawn was breaking, Jiang Wanqiu was still half asleep in bed when she was woken up by a series of clattering noises coming from the kitchen.
It didn't make much noise, but it was very persistent.
She was preoccupied with something on her mind and was already a light sleeper; the noise only made it harder for her to fall asleep.
A moment later, the door was gently pushed open a crack, and Zhao Wenchang's big, hairy head poked in. When he saw that she was awake, he immediately grinned, revealing two rows of big white teeth.
"Honey, you're awake? Ping An and I have made breakfast for you: millet porridge and a poached egg."
As he spoke, He Ping'an walked in, each carrying a bowl.
Jiang Wanqiu felt a pang of sadness as she looked at the father and son's "praise me" expressions.
She sat up, tidied her slightly disheveled hair, her cheeks still flushed from last night, and her watery peach blossom eyes shimmered in the morning light, exuding an indescribable charm.
After breakfast, Zhao Wenchang went back into the kitchen and soon came out with a bowl of dark, murky stuff.
The medicinal liquid was as thick as ink, and you could smell a pungent bitter odor from a great distance.
He handed the bowl to Ping An and said, "Come on, a real man should down this in one gulp!"
Ping An looked at the bowl of medicine, her little face instantly scrunching up like a bitter gourd. She looked at Zhao Wenchang pitifully and said, "Dad... there's a strange taste in this. Can I... can I not drink it?"
"No way!" Zhao Wenchang's eyes widened, brooking no argument. "Good medicine tastes bitter! Do you still want to get better? Do you still want to be a soldier like your father?"
Provoked by him, Ping An puffed out her chest as if she had made a great decision, picked up the bowl, closed her eyes, and was about to pour the contents into her mouth.
But he stopped after taking only a small sip, his little eyebrows furrowing even more. He poked around in the bowl with his chopsticks and asked with difficulty, "Dad, the stuff in here is rock hard, I can't chew it."
Zhao Wenchang leaned over for a glance, then waved his hand dismissively, saying, "Those are medicinal herbs! These are the most expensive and nutritious things when buying medicine! Hurry up, chew them up and swallow them, don't waste them!"
"oh……"
Ping An nodded as if he understood, then prepared to struggle with the bowl of medicine dregs again.
Jiang Wanqiu listened to the conversation between the father and son in the inner room, and the more she listened, the more she felt something was wrong. She quickly put on her coat and came out.
She immediately noticed the bowl of medicine that Ping An was holding. There was a thick layer of dark brown residue at the bottom of the bowl, and Ping An was swallowing the medicine with difficulty, as if he were chewing stones, with his cheeks puffed out.
"Shut up!" Jiang Wanqiu's heart skipped a beat. She rushed over in three steps and snatched the bowl from Ping An's hand. "Ping An, you can't eat this!"
"Huh?" Ping An was stunned, with the medicine residue still in her mouth, and asked indistinctly, "Why, Mother? Father said this is the most nutritious."
Jiang Wanqiu was furious. She glared at Zhao Wenchang with her almond-shaped eyes and yelled, "Zhao Wenchang! Are you a pig? Can you even eat the dregs of medicine?! Don't you know that?!"
Zhao Wenchang was stunned by her yelling. He scratched the back of his head and looked innocent: "Really? I used to... I used to give him this to him like this. Aren't these herbs for treating illnesses? If you throw them away, they won't be effective."
Jiang Wanqiu was so angry at this man that she almost laughed.
Too lazy to argue with him, she turned around and strode into the kitchen. She lifted the lid of the medicine jar and found it completely empty, without even a single herb left.
"You...you made him drink the whole pot of medicine?"
“Of course,” Zhao Wenchang said quite confidently, “a whole pot of medicine only yields this one bowl, so shouldn’t we drink it quickly?”
Jiang Wanqiu rubbed her forehead, sighed, and tried to calm her tone: "Zhao Wenchang, listen to this! Chinese medicine should be boiled over high heat first, then simmered over low heat. Pour out the first decoction, then add water and simmer a second and third time! Finally, mix the three decoctions together and drink them three times a day, morning, noon, and night! But you only boiled it once, forcing all the medicinal effects into one bowl, making it thick and bitter, and you even made the child eat the dregs. Did you want him to die from the bitterness or choke to death?"
Zhao Wenchang was stunned. If he had known it would be this troublesome, he would have just given him some Western medicine to chew on.
Looking at Ping An's pale face, he immediately came up with what he considered a brilliant solution.
"Oh, oh, oh! Ping An! Hurry up and drink two big bowls of water, then jump around a bit to dilute the medicine in your stomach!"
Ping An believed it when he heard it, and put down the bowl to go find the water ladle.
"Stop right there!" Jiang Wanqiu grabbed Ping An and pulled him to her side.
Looking at the tall, imposing man in front of her, who was incredibly stupid in everyday life, she couldn't help but recall the cup of malted milk powder he had made for her a while ago—a cup so sweet it was cloying and so thick it could stick to her throat—that it was a "lethal dose."
This man...
It's quite an achievement that Ping An has survived all these years of being cared for by him; it's a miracle.
Zhao Wenchang felt uncomfortable under her gaze. Knowing he was in the wrong, he avoided her eyes and chuckled dryly.
"Um... honey, I have something urgent at the training ground, I need to get there right away! You two stay here, I'm off!"
Before he finished speaking, he ran away as if his feet were greased, afraid that if he was even a second late, Jiang Wanqiu would grab him by the collar and continue to scold him.
Watching his retreating figure, Jiang Wanqiu sighed helplessly.
...
Meanwhile, at the county hospital.
Jiang Wanxia sat by the hospital bed, her eyes lowered, slowly peeling an apple with a small knife.
With such focused expression, anyone who saw her would only think she was a gentle family member patiently caring for a patient.
But Wang Jianjun, lying in bed, didn't think so.
He was covered in tubes, his head was wrapped in thick gauze, and only his eyes were visible, staring intently and venomously at Jiang Wanxia.
Unable to move or speak, his eyes became his only weapon, and he wished he could tear two pieces of flesh from her body.
Jiang Wanxia paused in her movements, met his gaze, and even slightly curved her lips into a faint smile.
This person is really tough.
She thought coldly to herself.
The hospital ward is crowded and noisy, so if open methods don't work, then they'll resort to covert ones.
They wouldn't give him his medicine, and secretly removed his IV drip and even his oxygen tube.
As a result, someone always managed to discover the problem in time, and then the unlucky nurse would be called into the corridor by the head nurse and given a severe scolding, for how they could make such a mistake with such an important patient.
The man stared at the woman with resentment, but Jiang Wanxia was not afraid at all. Instead, the suppressed fierceness in her heart was aroused by his gaze.
The more this happened, the more she wanted to kill him.
A male doctor in a white coat walked in, saw Jiang Wanxia, and gave her an approving smile: "Comrade Jiang, you've really worked hard these past few days."
Jiang Wanxia immediately dropped all the coldness on her face and instantly put on a tearful expression.
She stood up and asked with some worry, "Doctor, how...how is he? Will he get better?"
Her frail and helpless appearance made even the young doctor feel a pang of pity.
The doctor sighed, flipped through the medical record folder in his hand, and said truthfully, "The situation is not optimistic. It's already a miracle that he survived. His injuries were too severe, and his brain was deprived of oxygen for quite some time... As for a full recovery, to be honest, the hope is very slim."
Hope is slim!
The huge weight that had been hanging over her heart for days suddenly lifted with a thud.
Her tightly clenched fingers loosened, and she almost couldn't hold back her sorrowful expression. She even wanted to bow to the doctor and sincerely thank him.
But before she could even feel happy, she heard the doctor continue in a resolute tone filled with revolutionary fervor: "But!"
Jiang Wanxia's heart jumped into her throat again.
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