Chapter 57 He was jealous and glared fiercely at the woman.
Jiang Wanqiu was indeed stunned.
Southern men are mostly gentle and refined; they've never seen anything like this before. Hundreds of men, in this temperature hovering around zero degrees Celsius, were training with their muscular upper bodies bare.
She stood outside the iron fence, gazing into the distance, seemingly lost in thought.
Only after a sharp whistle pierced the sky did the team leader shout at the top of his lungs, "Ten-minute rest in place!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's tense and fierce demeanor instantly dissipated.
Almost simultaneously, hundreds of eyes, as if guided by navigation, all fixed on Jiang Wanqiu.
This woman is really too eye-catching.
She stood there quietly, wearing a well-fitting cashmere coat, her figure slender and graceful, the exposed part of her wrist whiter than snow.
They were from completely different worlds from the military wives in the family compound, whose faces were rough and capable from the wind and sand.
She was like a southern water lily that had stepped out of a painting, accidentally wandering into this jungle of steel and sweat, so delicate that it made one's heart itch.
There was a notorious troublemaker in the team, the most daring of all.
He wiped the sweat from his muddy hands, blew a loud, rascal-like whistle in Jiang Wanqiu's direction, and shouted with winks and exaggerated expressions:
"Hey! Which battalion is the new sister-in-law from? She's really hot!"
His shout immediately drew laughter from the surrounding crowd, interspersed with a few even bolder echoes.
Jiang Wanqiu frowned slightly, feeling somewhat uneasy, but her face did not show any fear.
Having grown up in a big city, she had seen it all. She simply smiled politely, even with a hint of aloofness, at the group of soldiers.
That smile, on the contrary, made the soldiers even more distracted.
"What are you laughing at! Get your eyes back in your seats!"
Li Yanhong was no pushover. She put her hands on her hips and started yelling at the group of soldiers: "You all better behave yourselves! This is our Battalion Commander Zhao's wife. How dare you look at her like that? Are you all tired of living?!"
The moment the words "Battalion Commander Zhao" were uttered, the training ground, which had just been filled with laughter, fell completely silent.
The soldier who had started teasing Jiang Wanqiu immediately stopped grinning, and the others also turned their heads away instantly, each one lowering their heads, either pretending to stretch or pretending to massage their legs, but their eyes still couldn't help but glance this way out of the corner of their eyes.
Watching this dramatic scene, Jiang Wanqiu was a little curious and asked Li Yanhong beside her in a low voice, "Sister-in-law Yanhong, is Zhao Wenchang... usually very fierce?"
"He's more than just fierce!" Li Yanhong exclaimed with a "You didn't know?" look on her face. "Girl, you have no idea, your man in the army is a living devil! He trains like a madman, and anyone who crosses his line will be lucky to escape with their life! There isn't a single soldier in our military region who isn't afraid of him!"
Jiang Wanqiu nodded thoughtfully, her gaze involuntarily searching for the man's figure in the crowd.
Not far away, Zhao Wenchang was standing with another battalion commander.
Their battalion was the only one that hadn't stopped training yet.
The battalion commander was pointing at a tall, imposing figure in the unit, almost gritting his teeth as he complained to Zhao Wenchang: "Look at him! You just left, and that brat Wang Laohu is already trying to cause trouble! He's always talking back to his superiors and being glib. You should teach him a lesson!"
Zhao Wenchang remained expressionless, about to tell them to do ten more sets of practice, when a glance out of the corner of his eye caught him and he froze.
He saw Jiang Wanqiu outside the iron fence.
I also saw her watching the group of shirtless soldiers with great interest, her gaze sweeping over their muscular chests and well-defined abs, with a faint smile playing on her lips!
That's not shyness, it's more like... admiration?
Zhao Wenchang's brows furrowed instantly, and a surge of anger suddenly erupted within him.
How could he look at another man like that when it's his own woman!
It was a group of shirtless men!
She'd never even looked at him this closely before!
Last night in bed, she blushed and her heart raced even at the slightest touch, but now she's watching someone else with great interest!
Without saying a word, he yelled at the team that was still training: "Dismissed! Rest where you are!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already taken long strides, his face so composed it could drip water, and strode towards Jiang Wanqiu.
Jiang Wanqiu was enjoying the story when suddenly everything went dark.
A tall figure appeared, completely enveloping her in shadow and blocking all her view of the training field.
When she looked up, she was met with Zhao Wenchang's cold and stern face.
The man looked down at her, his eyes swirling with an unfathomable darkness, like a storm brewing within.
His voice was low and deep, carrying a hint of danger: "Very beautiful?"
Li Yanhong had just led her husband Chen Qiangguo over and was about to greet him when she sensed something was wrong before she could even get her feet on the ground.
She nudged Chen Qiangguo hard with her elbow and desperately tried to signal him with her eyes.
Chen Qiangguo was quick-witted. When he saw his battalion commander's face, which was so dark it looked like it could be wrung out of water, and his eyes that could kill, his legs trembled.
"Oh dear, Qiangguo! Look at my memory!" Li Yanhong quickly said, "I suddenly remembered that the water on our stove is still boiling! We can't let the pot boil dry, quick, quick, come back with me to check!"
After saying that, without waiting for Jiang Wanqiu's reaction, she grabbed her husband and ran away as fast as she could, like her butt was on fire.
The group of soldiers who had been subtly gossiping about the relationship between the two and eavesdropping just moments before scattered faster than rabbits, as if afraid of being burned by the "Living Yama's" wrath.
Only the two of them remained on the edge of the vast training field.
Jiang Wanqiu looked up and met the man's unfathomable eyes, where a familiar, intensely possessive fire raged.
This man is clearly jealous.
This realization not only terrified her, but also made her feel like she had been gently tickled by a feather, both itchy and amused.
She deliberately tilted her fair face up, her eyes crinkling like a naive little fox.
"They look really good." Her voice was soft and gentle, with the sweetness unique to girls from the South. "Look at them, they're all tanned so dark, so energetic and spirited."
"Yeah?"
Zhao Wenchang squeezed out those two words through gritted teeth, his face growing even darker.
He took a huge step forward, his tall body instantly looming over him.
Jiang Wanqiu felt the oppressive feeling and subconsciously took a few steps back, her back hitting the cold iron bars, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.
The man leaned down, his hot breath almost brushing against her earlobe, his strong masculine scent, fresh from training and tinged with sweat, enveloping her completely.
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