Chapter 155 But I can't sleep if you won't kiss me.
After listening to Jiang Wanqiu's words, the director took off his thick black-rimmed glasses and rubbed his temples vigorously with his knuckles.
“Comrade, your question is exactly what I’m asking.” He put his glasses back on. “I examined the injured man. Apart from his broken leg, his head injury was the most serious. I carefully examined the shape of the fracture, and it didn’t look like a fall or bump at all. The bruising and depressions around the wound… in my personal opinion, it was more like being repeatedly struck with a blunt object.”
"Struck by a blunt weapon?" Jiang Wanqiu was somewhat surprised, and an unlikely thought immediately arose in her mind.
“Yes.” Director Wang nodded heavily. “If my judgment is correct, then this is not an accident; it’s a criminal case, and we have to report it to the police.” He paused, then added, “Of course, this is just my initial opinion. Medicine requires evidence. I’ve already made arrangements to have neurology and injury assessment experts come for a consultation this afternoon. We must get to the bottom of this.”
Jiang Wanqiu frowned slightly: "Director, then I'll leave it to you. Please make sure you find out exactly how he got injured."
Director Wang assumed she was concerned about the man and immediately assured her, "Don't worry, comrade. Saving lives is our duty. As long as the patient has a breath left, we will do everything we can to treat him."
To everyone's surprise, Jiang Wanqiu's lips curled into a faint, cold smile upon hearing this.
“Director, you’ve misunderstood,” she said softly. “Whether he can be cured or not is his fate. I don’t care. I just want one thing—a clear and detailed assessment report about the cause of his injury.”
Upon hearing this, the director looked at Jiang Wanqiu with some surprise.
First it was the younger sister, who implied she wished her husband were dead. Now it's this older sister, whose attitude is even colder; she doesn't care whether he lives or dies, she just wants a report.
He wondered to himself what he had done that was so heinous and immoral that these two sisters hated him so much.
As Jiang Wanqiu left the director's office, she walked down the cold stairs. Just as she reached the lobby on the first floor, a clear yet uncertain male voice came from behind her.
"Jiang Wanqiu?"
She paused, turned around, and saw a familiar face filled with concern.
It turned out to be Gu Feiyan.
Upon recognizing her, Gu Feiyan rushed over. He looked her up and down with concern, asking, "What are you doing at the hospital? Are you feeling unwell? Why is your face so pale?"
Jiang Wanqiu smiled and shook her head: "It's not me, it's my brother-in-law who's in the hospital, so I came to check on him."
Hearing this, Gu Feiyan visibly breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good, you scared me."
Jiang Wanqiu countered with, "And you? What are you doing here?"
"Sigh, don't even mention it." Gu Feiyan said with a look of helplessness and doting. "It's my troublesome little sister. She caught a cold a while ago, and after she recovered, I don't know what happened, she broke out in hives all over her body. She was so itchy that she cried out in pain. She's taken a lot of medicine, but it just won't get better. That's why I came over to prescribe some more medicine for her."
"You have a younger sister?" Jiang Wanqiu asked, somewhat surprised. "I've never heard you mention her before."
“She’s my dad’s daughter with my stepmother, and she’s still young.” Gu Feiyan spoke of her younger sister with a headache in her voice, but her eyes were very gentle. “That girl is very attached to me. She insisted on coming all the way from Beijing to the Northeast to stay with me. But it turned out she couldn’t adapt to the climate and couldn’t stand the weather here. She’s been going back and forth every few days.”
He then suddenly added, "By the way, once she gets better, how about letting her take your music lessons too? That way, she won't be stuck at home all day with nothing to do, constantly bothering me."
“Okay,” Jiang Wanqiu replied with a smile. “Then I wish your sister a speedy recovery and hope she can come to my music lesson soon.”
The two exchanged a few more words and then parted ways at the hospital entrance.
No sooner had she left than a figure slowly emerged from behind a thick concrete pillar in the lobby.
It's Jiang Wanxia.
She was carrying an empty aluminum lunchbox. She had come down to get food for Qian Xiaoxia and her son, but she happened to witness what had just happened.
She stared intently at Gu Feiyan's departing figure, then glanced in the direction Jiang Wanqiu had disappeared, her eyes filled with suspicion and resentment.
Who is that man?
Judging from their clothes and appearance, they weren't ordinary people. The way they spoke made it sound like they'd known each other for years.
The way the man looked at my sister, with his undisguised concern and nervousness, suggested that something was definitely going on between them.
Thinking of this, she sneered. Her sister, Jiang Wanqiu, was truly a vixen!
No matter where I go, there are always men swarming around me like flies to blood! It was true in my past life, and it's true in this one!
She found it strange. She was no less beautiful than her sister, and her figure was even better. So why had no man ever looked at her with the same eager, doting gaze that Gu Feiyan had?
However, she quickly extinguished this resentment herself.
Jiang Wanxia sneered, finding a comfortable excuse in her mind: Humph, that's because she, Jiang Wanxia, is dutiful and knows how to love herself, unlike some people who are still restless after marriage, born to be seductive vixens, wanton and shameless!
Thinking about it this way, she felt much better. Carrying the empty lunchbox, she straightened her back a bit more and walked towards the cafeteria.
As dusk fell, the small square table in Jiang Wanqiu's house was laden with dishes.
Chicken stew with mushrooms, glistening braised pork belly, and a plate of fragrant stir-fried potatoes, eggplant, and green peppers.
Zhao Wenchang is going on that dangerous and unpredictable mission tomorrow. Jiang Wanqiu felt as if her heart was stuffed with cotton. She couldn't eat a single bite of the food on the table. She just kept poking at her food with her chopsticks.
"Mom, don't worry!" Ping An, his mouth stuffed full, mumbled as he reassured her, "My dad is amazing! Those petty thieves wouldn't stand a chance against him!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Wanqiu forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and patted her son's head.
My worries didn't lessen at all.
She knew Zhao Wenchang was formidable, but while it's easy to dodge a spear in the open, it's hard to guard against a hidden arrow. Besides, she always felt that the man named Liu Baoguo was no good.
Ping An was small and got sleepy after eating, and soon he was yawning and coaxed to sleep by Jiang Wanqiu.
Only the two of them remained in the room.
Under the dim light, Jiang Wanqiu silently cleared away the dishes. When she returned to the room, Zhao Wenchang was already lying on the kang (a heated brick bed).
He wasn't asleep; his dark eyes stared intently at her in the light.
Jiang Wanqiu took off her shoes, climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed) without saying a word, buried herself in Zhao Wenchang's strong arms, and wrapped her arms tightly around his muscular waist.
Zhao Wenchang's body stiffened visibly for a moment, and then a low, muffled sound, tinged with laughter, came from his chest.
He stretched out his long arms and pulled her small body into his embrace, his chin nuzzling the top of her head, his voice teasing: "What? You can't bear to part with her already?"
Jiang Wanqiu, nestled in his arms, spoke in a muffled voice.
"Yes, I'm reluctant to part with it."
This was the first time she had so directly and obediently followed his words.
Zhao Wenchang was momentarily stunned, all his teasing stuck in his throat, and he instinctively tightened his grip on his arm.
He was silent for a moment, then gently cupped Jiang Wanqiu's face with his large, calloused hand, forcing her to look at him.
“Jiang Wanqiu, listen to me.” He looked into Jiang Wanqiu’s eyes. “I will definitely come back. Come back safe and sound.”
He paused for a moment: "Before, my life belonged to the country, to the mission, and it didn't matter when I lost it. But it's different now... Now that I have you, I know what it means to cherish my life. For your sake, I have to come back alive."
Jiang Wanqiu's nose suddenly stung, and her eyes instantly reddened.
He lowered his head and gently kissed away the tears that were about to fall with his warm lips.
It was an incredibly gentle kiss, filled with comfort and tenderness.
Then, a series of delicate kisses descended upon her. From the corner of her eye to the tip of her upturned nose, and finally, precisely capturing her soft lips.
At first, it was just a matter of lingering and caressing, but the woman's submission and trembling in his arms was like a fire that instantly ignited all the fuses in his body.
The kiss became aggressive. He pried open her teeth, conquering and plundering, taking all the sweetness from her mouth.
His rough, large hands were no longer at rest, slipping inside the seam of her clothes and covering her smooth, delicate skin. The sensation under his palm made the blood in his body surge and rush to his lower abdomen.
Jiang Wanqiu was so overwhelmed by his kisses that she couldn't breathe properly, her body went limp, and she could only let out soft moans.
Zhao Wenchang's breathing grew heavier and heavier. He rolled over and pinned her beneath him. Just as he unbuttoned the last button of her blouse, preparing to take the next step—
A soft little hand held down his mischievous big hand.
"Stop."
Zhao Wenchang's movements came to an abrupt halt, a hint of confusion showing through his intense, almost imperceptible lust, and his voice was hoarse: "What's wrong?"
Jiang Wanqiu's cheeks were so red they looked like they could bleed. She turned her head away, not daring to meet his burning gaze, and spoke in a soft voice.
"You have a mission tomorrow... If... if we were to do that, how would you have the strength to fight the bad guys tomorrow?"
Zhao Wenchang was completely stunned.
He had considered a million possible reasons why she might refuse, but he never expected it to be for this reason.
This silly woman, at a time like this, is thinking about this.
He was both annoyed and amused. He leaned down and kissed her bright red earlobe heavily, saying with a wry smile, "Your man isn't that weak yet."
"That won't do either!" Jiang Wanqiu insisted, turning her head to glare at him with her watery eyes, her tone full of seriousness, "You must get a good night's sleep and be well-rested, that's the most important thing!"
Seeing Jiang Wanqiu's insistence, Zhao Wenchang could only lie back down beside her, but his arms still held her tightly in his embrace, and he murmured in a spoiled tone:
"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you. But... I can't sleep unless you comfort me."
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