Chapter 130 Blushing and Heart-Pounding in His Arms
This posture is so intimate, it's like they're hugging someone like a child.
Zhao Wenchang didn't seem to mind. He lowered his head and rubbed his chin against her fluffy head: "What's wrong? It's only natural for me to hug my own daughter-in-law. Who would dare to object?"
His breath was warm, carrying a refreshing scent of soapberry, which sprayed near her ear, making the tips of Jiang Wanqiu's ears turn bright red.
She twisted her body, trying to struggle, but the man held her even tighter.
“Don’t move,” he commanded. “Lean back and close your eyes.”
This man is really...
Jiang Wanqiu muttered to herself, but she really didn't move.
Strangely enough, nestled in his arms, listening to the thumping of his heart and feeling the warmth emanating from him, the nausea that had been churning inside me actually began to subside.
She found a comfortable position and buried her face in his warm military coat, her nose filled with his reassuring scent.
The young soldier driving saw this scene in the rearview mirror, and a simple smile appeared on his dark face. He said enviously, "Brother Zhao, you and your wife have such a good relationship! Everyone in our team says that your wife looks like someone from a painting, and only a hero like you, Brother Zhao, is worthy of her."
These words, spoken simply and sincerely, made Jiang Wanqiu's face burn even hotter.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenchang raised his eyebrows smugly, reached out with his free hand, pinched the burning cheek of the person in his arms, and laughed loudly, "Of course!"
Jiang Wanqiu buried her burning face even deeper into his arms, choosing to bury her head in the sand like an ostrich and ignoring the man's undisguised boasting.
Perhaps it was the warmth of his embrace, or perhaps the monotonous journey was too soothing to sleep; amidst the turbulence, she drifted off to sleep.
When I opened my eyes again, it was pitch black outside the car window; I couldn't tell if it was late at night or early morning. Only the car headlights, like two sharp swords, cleaved through the darkness ahead.
She moved slightly and felt her body stiffen.
A deep, husky male voice immediately came from above, carrying the languor of someone who had just woken up: "Awake?"
"Hmm," Jiang Wanqiu responded softly, her voice still a little dazed, "Where are we?"
"Almost there," Zhao Wenchang tightened his arms around her. "Xiao Wang was tired earlier and rested by the roadside for about an hour, so it's a bit slow."
It turns out the car had stopped along the way.
After sleeping in his arms for so long, the nausea from motion sickness really did go away.
Jiang Wanqiu felt her strength return and became a little embarrassed.
She shifted slightly in his arms, tilting her rosy, sleepy face up: "I feel much better, put me down now. Aren't your arms sore from holding me like this? You can lean against me and sleep for a while too."
Zhao Wenchang looked down at her, a playful smile curving his lips. His dark eyes shone like a wolf in the night: "This is nothing. Back in the day, during training exercises in the mountains, I could carry dozens of kilograms of equipment for three days and three nights without even breaking a sweat. You're as light as a feather."
Instead of letting go, he bounced her up a bit to make her sit more steadily.
"Stay put and keep sleeping."
This man was used to giving orders in the team, and even when he spoke to her, it sometimes carried a commanding tone.
Jiang Wanqiu muttered to herself, but she couldn't dissuade him. She had no choice but to find a more comfortable position, press her face against his firm and warm chest, listen to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and close her eyes again.
She regained consciousness when she was awakened by a blinding light.
It was already broad daylight.
The sunlight after the snow cleared up and shone brightly through the car windows, gilding everything inside the car with a golden edge.
The man behind me seemed to still be asleep, his breathing even and deep.
Jiang Wanqiu quietly raised her eyelids and could see a layer of bluish stubble on his angular jaw, making him look even more manly.
She had been holding one position for too long, and her body was already stiff. She carefully tried to move her numb legs and feet a little.
But with that slight movement, she suddenly sensed something was wrong.
Something inappropriate was pressing against her without any politeness, through two layers of thick fabric.
She froze, completely still, too afraid to move. Her already fair and delicate face instantly turned red from the base of her neck to the tips of her ears.
She looked up abruptly and met a pair of unfathomable black eyes. There was not a trace of sleepiness in those eyes; they were wide awake, with a hint of mockery and undisguised desire, staring intently at her.
“You…you’re awake…” Jiang Wanqiu stammered.
Zhao Wenchang didn't speak, but his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
She hurriedly tried to climb off his lap, but the moment she moved, the large hand around her waist tightened abruptly. The next second, a powerful force came over her, and before she could even let out a short gasp, he flipped her over and pinned her back against his burning body.
Now, she was lying face down on his chest, in an extremely intimate position.
"Zhao Wenchang! Are you crazy!" Jiang Wanqiu was both ashamed and anxious, her heart pounding like a drum. She lowered her voice and desperately tried to signal to him with her eyes, "There are still people ahead... there are still people ahead!"
This man is incredibly audacious! This is happening in a military jeep!
The young soldier driving must have heard the commotion behind him. He saw Jiang Wanqiu staring at him with wide eyes in the rearview mirror and thought his sister-in-law was asking for directions. He immediately grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth, and said loudly, "Sister-in-law, don't worry, I see the big locust tree at the village entrance. We'll be home soon!"
Jiang Wanqiu was startled by his loud shout, her face burning even more. She could only awkwardly twitch the corners of her mouth and nod at the rearview mirror in response.
Immediately, she lowered her head and pinched the man's firm chest hard with all her might.
"hiss--"
Zhao Wenchang gasped, but instead of getting angry, he laughed, his eyebrows raised high, his eyes full of a triumphant smirk.
He finally released his grip on her arms and helped her sit up straight.
The jeep slowly came to a stop at the entrance of the yard.
As soon as the car came to a stop, Jiang Wanqiu couldn't wait to push open the car door and jump out, breathing in the cold air mixed with the smell of snow, and stretching her slightly numb muscles.
The courtyard gate was pushed open at that moment, and two figures quickly came out to greet them.
"Oh my! My daughter-in-law is finally back!" As soon as Zhao Xiaohua saw Jiang Wanqiu, she rushed over with a big smile, grabbed her hand and wouldn't let go, looking her up and down. "Let me see, have you lost weight? Your face is so pale. You must not have been eating or sleeping well in that military area."
Grandma Ma Jinhua, who was following behind, also leaned on her cane, her face full of wrinkles as she smiled: "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!"
The two women fawned over Jiang Wanqiu, showering her with concern and affection, completely ignoring their own son who was struggling to unload two large sacks of New Year's goods from the car.
Jiang Wanqiu felt a warm glow inside from the warmth of the gesture, and she smiled as she replied, "Mom, Grandma, I haven't lost weight, I'm fine." She glanced into the yard, not seeing that tall figure, and asked, "Where's Dad? Isn't he home?"
"Your dad?" Zhao Xiaohua's smile widened. "Knowing you were coming back, he packed some dry rations and his old hunting rifle before dawn and went up the mountain! He was determined to hunt a fat pheasant for you and dig up some wild ginseng to nourish you!"
Zhao Wenchang carried the last sack off the truck and said to the young soldier who had helped him, "Xiao Wang, you've worked hard today. Don't rush off. Rest at my place for a day, have a hot meal, and then head back to the military region tomorrow."
Just as the young soldier was about to wave his hand and say it wasn't necessary, Zhao Xiaohua suddenly spoke up, her face showing some difficulty: "Oh, Wenchang, it's not that Mom is stingy. It's just... it's just that there's no spare room at home right now."
Zhao Wenchang frowned: "How could that be? Hasn't that newly built little house on the east side always been empty?"
“That house…” Zhao Xiaohua glanced at Jiang Wanqiu, then hesitated, “is occupied.”
A hint of curiosity arose in Jiang Wanqiu's heart, and she asked gently, "Mom, who's coming to stay with us?"
Zhao Xiaohua said, "Who else could it be? It's your sister, Jiang Wanxia, and her husband. They moved in a few days ago."
Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Wanqiu's moist almond-shaped eyes.
Her dear younger sister, Jiang Wanxia, acted even faster than she had anticipated.
At this point, Zhao Xiaohua started complaining again: "Mom is also puzzled! That girl has never been to our house before. In the dark, we don't know how she found her way here. Now that she's come, she doesn't even bother to show her face when her own sister comes back. She really doesn't know any manners!"
Jiang Wanqiu smiled and said, "Mom, it's alright. My sister has been spoiled by the family since she was little, I'm used to it."
Zhao Wenchang put the last bag of things on the ground and said to the young soldier Xiao Wang next to him, "You must be tired after driving all night. Go inside and rest for the morning, have lunch and take a nap, and then leave in the afternoon."
As they talked, they pushed open the door to the main room.
The warm, cozy steam immediately enveloped the group of people.
At the table in the center of the room, a young woman wearing a light purple sweater was carefully pouring hot water into an enamel mug.
The man sitting opposite her had thinning hair, a shiny forehead, and a rather large belly. He was impatiently urging, "Hurry up! I'm dying of thirst!"
These two people are Jiang Wanxia and her man, Wang Jianjun.
Seeing this, Jiang Wanqiu's smile deepened: "Oh, it's been a while, and our Wanxia has become quite accomplished, even knowing how to serve others now."
These words sounded like a compliment, but Jiang Wanxia's expression changed upon hearing them.
She paused, then suddenly slammed the thermos flask in her other hand onto the table with a loud bang, and said to Wang Jianjun irritably, "Don't you have hands? Pour it yourself!"
Wang Jianjun was momentarily speechless and was about to explode when he looked up and saw the tall man standing at the door, which immediately suppressed his anger.
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