Chapter 144 He was left hanging like this, his heart itching with desire.
"Hey, you brat!" Zhao Wenchang chuckled at his question, raised his hand, and slapped him on the back of the head, not too hard, not too soft. "What do you think you should call me? You call me Dad!"
"father……"
It turns out this kid has been struggling with this matter these past few days.
Jiang Wanqiu understood, and then she took out a red paper packet from her pocket and stuffed it into Ping An's hand.
Ping An stared blankly at her.
Jiang Wanqiu's beautiful eyes were smiling, her gaze shifting with a hint of teasing and tenderness: "What? Two yuan can't even buy you a 'Mom'?"
Looking at the woman in front of him, who was as bright as spring sunshine, Ping An suddenly knelt down on the ground with a "plop".
He kowtowed deeply to Jiang Wanqiu, his forehead hitting the cold ground with a dull thud.
When he looked up again, he called out with unusual solemnity, "Mom."
Jiang Wanqiu's heart trembled at the sight of him kneeling, and she quickly reached out to pull him up: "Get up! What are you doing? I can't accept such a grand gesture!"
She used all her strength to pull the boy up from the ground. The boy lowered his head, but his shoulders were no longer as tense as before.
The stove crackled and popped, but rural families had little entertainment, and the radio only picked up intermittent, indistinct voices of the host.
The family gathered around the stove, chatting about what the coming year would hold.
Zhao Wenchang sat on a small stool by the stove, his dark eyes, fueled by alcohol, staring unabashedly at his wife.
Jiang Wanqiu listened with a smile to the amusing stories that happened when Ma Jinhua fought the Japanese back then. Two shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks, making the man's heart flutter.
He stretched out his long arm and grabbed Jiang Wanqiu's slender waist. With a slight pull, the woman let out a soft cry and fell solidly onto his strong thighs.
"What are you doing!" Jiang Wanqiu was startled, and her body froze instantly.
The man's hot chest pressed against her soft back.
She was held tightly in his arms, unable to move, and could only lower her voice, both ashamed and anxious, and say, "My parents are watching, let me go!"
Zhao Wenchang seemed not to hear him, and instead hugged the warm, soft woman in his arms even tighter.
He rested his chin on her shoulder, his hot breath brushing against Jiang Wanqiu's sensitive neck, his voice low and indistinct: "So what if you're looking? I'm hugging my own daughter-in-law, who dares to say anything?"
She could feel the smiling gazes from her mother-in-law and grandmother, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear into the ground.
She struggled symbolically in his arms a couple more times, only to be met with an even more aggressive hold from the man.
Zhao Wenchang turned his head slightly, his lips sticky and eager to kiss her alluring lips.
"Zhao Wenchang!"
Jiang Wanqiu was really anxious now, and quickly turned her head to the side, whereupon the man's wet and hot kiss landed on her cheek.
No longer caring about being shy, she quickly supported herself on his shoulders and tried to stand up, explaining to the elders who were still smiling at them, "Mom, Grandma, Wenchang has had too much to drink, I... I'll help him back to his room to rest!"
Without waiting for Zhao Wenchang's consent, she grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the bedroom. Zhao Wenchang complied, letting her half-drag and half-pull him along, his tall frame almost leaning against her, but he couldn't hide the triumphant smile on his lips.
As soon as he entered the room, the curtain was drawn, blocking out the sight and sound from outside, and Zhao Wenchang's drunkenness seemed to vanish instantly.
He bolted the door shut with his other hand, and with a turn, he slammed the still-unresponsive Jiang Wanqiu firmly against the cold door.
The man's deep eyes shone brightly in the dim light, churning with undisguised desire, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
“Go back inside, no one will be watching.” His voice was deep and magnetic. The next second, he lowered his head and accurately captured those two soft red lips that he had been longing for all night.
This kiss, like him, carried a strong sense of possessiveness, domineering and passionate.
Jiang Wanqiu was breathless from his kisses. She pressed her hands against his firm chest, unable to push him away, and could only let out soft sobs.
After a long while, Zhao Wenchang loosened his grip on her slightly, but did not leave. His burning lips and tongue moved downwards, lingering on her beautiful neck and delicate collarbone.
"No...it tickles..." Jiang Wanqiu felt weak all over from his touch and couldn't help but shrink her neck. Her voice was sweet and charming, with a slight tremor.
The man's rough stubble brushed against her delicate skin, sending shivers down her spine.
"Your beard... it's prickly..." she made up another excuse, trying to get him to stop.
But this insignificant protest was nothing short of adding fuel to the fire for Zhao Wenchang at this moment. His hand had already wandered under the hem of her cotton-padded jacket, covering her slender waist that seemed too delicate to be grasped.
Jiang Wanqiu shuddered, finally regaining some of her senses. She used all her strength to hold down the man's large, groping hand, panting as she looked at him earnestly: "Wenchang, not today."
Seeing the man pause and look at her with a deep gaze, she softened her voice and explained with a hint of reassurance, "You forgot? I... I'm not feeling well. Besides, my parents are in the main room, separated by a curtain. What if they hear us... how embarrassing."
Zhao Wenchang's movements came to a complete stop.
He stared into her watery eyes and her lips, which he had kissed until they were swollen and red. His chest heaved violently, and after a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a heavy breath from his throat.
He pressed his forehead against hers, nose to nose, their hot breaths mingling, filled with repression and helplessness.
"You woman..." He gritted his teeth in hatred and gave her a light bite on her lower lip. "I'll be tortured to death by you sooner or later."
Jiang Wanqiu winced in pain, but dared not provoke him any further, and could only let him hold her.
Zhao Wenchang felt that his wife was teasing him so much that he was practically dying inside.
He held the soft body in his arms, a fire burning in his heart, yet he had nowhere to vent it.
He sighed and said in a hoarse voice, "So you're just going to keep me hanging like this, huh? That's really going to kill you."
"What can we do? We can only trouble our Battalion Commander Zhao to overcome this." She looked at the man with a sly smile in her eyes. "Besides, you are a battalion commander. How can you have such poor self-control? Aren't you afraid people will laugh at you if word gets out?"
Zhao Wenchang hummed softly, his high, straight nose brushing against her small nose. He sighed, then took her soft, boneless little hand and kissed it.
His dark eyes swirled, and he lowered his voice, grinning mischievously, "Yes, your self-control is just that bad. So, I can't always be the one driving a manual, can I? We're husband and wife, we have to help each other, right?"
The word "manual transmission" took Jiang Wanqiu a moment to realize, and her pretty face flushed instantly.
A man with boundless energy should not be underestimated in any aspect.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the sky cleared up early, and the snow shone brightly in the sunlight.
There's a big celebration in the village today: Zhao Hui, the village chief Zhao Weimin's daughter, is getting married to Li Qingfeng.
The wedding banquet was held in the courtyard of the village committee. A temporary earthen stove was set up, and several large pots were set up. The air was steaming, and the aroma of stewed pork with vermicelli filled the tent.
Jiang Wanqiu also listened to Zhao Xiaohua's suggestion, changed out of her usual cotton-padded jacket and put on a thick camel-colored woolen overcoat.
The well-fitting cut accentuated her waist and legs, making her look slender and graceful. Standing there, she looked like a city girl straight out of a magazine, instantly outshining the village girls and wives dressed in bright red and green cotton-padded jackets.
Her appearance attracted many villagers to secretly watch her, praising Zhao Wenchang for being so lucky to have married such a beautiful woman.
Jiang Wanqiu wondered if she was dressed too flashy, but Zhao Wenchang pulled her into his arms without a care: "What can we do about the way you look? We can't just cut your butt in half and cover your face because we're afraid you'll look prettier than the bride."
Zhao Hui, dressed in a brand-new red cotton-padded jacket with a large red flower pinned to her chest, should have been the most dazzling person in the room today. But the moment she saw Jiang Wanqiu, the smile on her face froze instantly.
She felt that everything she had carefully prepared had been overshadowed by Jiang Wanqiu's outfit.
What made her feel even more upset was that Zhao Wenchang was standing right next to Jiang Wanqiu, tall and imposing, exuding a commanding presence.
The way he looked at his wife, the deep-seated love and possessiveness he exuded, was something Zhao Hui had never seen on Li Qingfeng's face before.
She was unwilling to accept it; she was still unwilling to accept it.
So she's going to make one last gamble, even if it's wrong, she'll give it a try.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, she quietly slipped back to the office that was temporarily used for dressing and makeup.
She took a small paper packet from her inner pocket, poured all the white powder inside into an already opened bottle of "Hongmei" brand liquor, shook it, and placed it on the dressing table.
She had decided that when they toasted later, she would use this bottle of wine to make Zhao Wenchang drink it.
At that time, she will use the excuse of "taking the drunk Zhao Wenchang downstairs to rest" to see what Zhao Wenchang can do once the deed is done!
But not long after she left, the village aunt who was in charge of arranging the banquet came in to get something. She saw an opened bottle of wine on the dressing table and assumed that someone had just left it there. Afraid that it would be in the way, she took it to the spare table outside the banquet area.
Soon, it was time for the toasting ceremony.
Zhao Hui carried the wine tray, her heart pounding, but when she entered the office, she discovered that the bottle of wine on the dressing table was gone!
"Auntie, where's the bottle of wine I just left here?" she asked anxiously, grabbing one of the people in charge.
"Oh, that bottle? It was opened, and I was afraid it would spill if I left it here, so I took it to the front." The aunt pointed. "Don't worry, there are new ones here." As she spoke, she opened another identical bottle from the box and handed it to her.
"No, I want that one bottle!"
Seeing Zhao Hui's resolute attitude, the aunt in charge could only say, "Alright, alright, wait a moment."
As she spoke, she went to the place where she had put the wine.
But then a few more bottles of opened liquor appeared on the table. She forgot which one it was, so she just picked a similar one and handed it to Zhao Hui.
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