Chapter 141 Being teased to death by a woman
This shattered Jiang Wanxia's last hope.
She watched helplessly as wave after wave of doctors and nurses entered the emergency room.
It's over.
If Wang Jianjun comes back to life, the first person he'll kill is her!
Thinking of this, she trembled uncontrollably with fear.
The old doctor who was talking to her, seeing her like this, assumed she was worried about her husband and comforted her instead: "Family member, don't be afraid, relax. Your husband has a very strong will, and we will do everything we can to pull him back from the brink of death! Just wait for good news!"
These words were no less than a death sentence for Jiang Wanxia.
Her vision blurred, and she felt as if the sky had collapsed.
As night deepened, the wind and snow outside the window blew even harder.
Inside the Zhao family's house, however, it was warm as spring, with the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed) burning hot.
A kang table was placed in front of Jiang Wanqiu, on which were a bowl of white noodles with two eggs poached, a plate of fragrant fried cured meat, a pot of stewed chicken soup, and a small dish of sour and crunchy pickled vegetables.
Jiang Wanqiu leaned against the pile of quilts. Perhaps it was the heat in the room, but two pretty blushes appeared on her pale cheeks, making her look much more energetic.
She watched as plates of rice were placed on her kang (a heated brick bed), and hurriedly tried to sit up, saying, "I'm fine now. I've recovered after lying down all day. I'll get up and eat with everyone."
Before she could finish speaking, a large hand pressed down on her shoulder.
Zhao Wenchang sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) without anyone noticing.
"Lie down."
The man spoke to her with a slightly commanding tone, but the force in his hands was very gentle.
He shoved the chopsticks into Jiang Wanqiu's hand, his dark eyes fixed on her: "Just stay put and eat whatever you want."
The rest of the family echoed this sentiment, letting Jiang Wanqiu simply wait on them hand and foot.
She ate her noodles in small bites, her eyes scanning the room, but she didn't see that small, thin figure.
"Where's Ping An?" She put down her chopsticks and asked softly, "Why haven't I seen him eat?"
After these words were spoken, the noise from the meal inside the room subsided.
Zhao Wenchang, without changing his expression, picked up a piece of cured meat with his chopsticks and put it in her bowl, saying in a calm tone, "He's kneeling outside. He's the kind of person who never learns his lesson; he needs to remember it well, otherwise he'll dare to do it again!"
"Still kneeling?" Jiang Wanqiu exclaimed anxiously, "It's below zero outside, and it's already dark. People will freeze to death! Let him in right now!"
“He won’t freeze to death.” Zhao Wenchang’s tone remained firm. “If we don’t let him know the pain, he’ll dare to run around in the mountains again next time.”
“Late Autumn, don’t worry about it.” Zhao Shan spoke up in a low voice from the side, taking a puff of his pipe. “That kid is tough, I know him well, he won’t get cold.”
Seeing that the whole family had this attitude, Jiang Wanqiu didn't know what else to say.
Zhao Xiaohua smiled and said, "Oh, let's not talk about that brat anymore. Wanqiu, you should eat more and take good care of yourself! Look how pale you are, you need to eat some more to nourish yourself!"
Zhao Shan chimed in, "That's right. Tomorrow, Wenchang and I will go up the mountain again to hunt a pheasant or a rabbit, and see if we can find some good wild ginseng to make soup for you. When people suffer from deprivation, they need to find ways to replenish it!"
Ma Jinhua nodded in agreement: "In our Northeast region, the people are a bit poor, but the land isn't! What good things don't we have in the mountains? As long as you're hardworking, you won't go hungry!"
The family members chatted amongst themselves, all discussing how to nourish Jiang Wanqiu's body.
Jiang Wanqiu ate half a bowl of noodles and drank a little less than half a bowl of chicken soup. She broke out in a light sweat and her eyelids started to droop.
Seeing that she had almost finished eating, Zhao Wenchang told her to lie down and then cleared away the dishes and got out of bed.
As the night deepened, the wind and snow outside seemed to lessen, leaving only the whistling sound of the wind whistling through the windowpanes.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but in her hazy state, she heard the door to the main room creak open softly, as if it had been pushed open from the outside. Immediately afterward, she heard Zhao Shan's extremely low voice, followed by a rustling and dragging sound.
He's back safely.
Jiang Wanqiu felt relieved and let out a long sigh of relief, then moved her body a little.
She felt uncomfortable no matter how she slept.
My lower back, in particular, is sore and swollen, and I can't find a comfortable position no matter how I lie down.
She turned over on the kang (a heated brick bed) and looked at Zhao Wenchang, who was sleeping with his face turned inward.
The man was sleeping soundly, his breathing even and strong. She quietly reached out her finger and poked his strong arm.
"Wenchang...Wenchang?"
Zhao Wenchang opened his eyes almost immediately, his pupils shining brightly in the darkness. He turned over to face her, his voice hoarse from just waking up: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"I... my back hurts terribly." Jiang Wanqiu moved closer to him and complained softly, her voice carrying a delicate tone that she herself didn't realize.
Strangely enough, it's unclear whether it was from being dropped or from being frozen.
Anyway, she's been feeling a bit unwell these past few days.
But strangely, she felt a strange urge, like a cat scratching at her heart, and she was also a little tempted by the warmth emanating from this man.
But when it comes to actually doing something, she feels restless and can't muster the energy for it.
Jiang Wanqiu felt something was off; she had never felt this awkward before.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenchang, without saying a word, reached his large hand inside her pajamas and precisely located her lower back.
His palms were hot and dry as he placed them on her waist, kneading it with just the right amount of pressure.
"Um……"
Jiang Wanqiu couldn't help but hum softly through her nose, like a cat whose fur had been stroked and felt good, her body going limp.
This could cost Zhao Wenchang his life.
He hadn't slept well to begin with; he felt like he had a ball of fire burning inside him.
The woman in his arms was soft and delicate, with a milky scent, and now she was making such a horrifying noise, it was like deliberately adding fuel to the fire.
His hands paused, his throat went dry, and he felt all the blood rushing to one spot.
"Don't move." His voice was even hoarseer, with a hint of gritted teeth.
Jiang Wanqiu didn't realize what he meant and thought he was annoyed by her moving around and interfering with his back massage, so she obediently lay still.
Zhao Wenchang took a deep breath, forcing himself to suppress the jumbled thoughts in his mind.
To distract himself, he had to find something serious to talk about.
"Wanqiu, there's something I need to tell you." His grip didn't stop, but his tone became serious. "Your sister, Jiang Wanxia, is no pushover. You'd better stay away from her in the future."
“I know,” Jiang Wanqiu replied sullenly, burying her face in the pillow. “I know all about her scheming. If I don’t cut ties with her completely, I’m afraid the trouble will never end.”
"As long as you know what's going on," Zhao Wenchang said, relieved. What he feared most was that she would be soft-hearted and blinded by family ties.
The soreness in her lower back was gradually replaced by a warm current, making her feel much better. Jiang Wanqiu shifted her body, rolled over, and lay on her back: "This side...this side is sore too."
As she turned around, she rolled right into his arms.
Zhao Wenchang's breath hitched.
In the darkness, he could clearly see her small face, her skin glowing softly in the moonlight. Her eyes were large and watery, her lips full and red, slightly parted as if offering a silent invitation.
He couldn't hold back any longer.
The large hand that had been kneading her waist moved upwards along her thin nightgown, and her arm pulled her into its embrace like an iron band.
He rolled over and pinned her beneath him, his rough fingertips caressing her smooth back, sending shivers down her spine.
"you……"
Jiang Wanqiu had barely uttered a single word when the man lowered his head, his burning lips silencing her.
The kiss was fierce and urgent, with a wildness that seemed to want to devour her whole.
Jiang Wanqiu was so overwhelmed by his kisses that she felt weak in the knees.
Only when she was almost out of breath did Zhao Wenchang slightly loosen his grip on her, his hot breath brushing against her face, his voice filled with suppressed desire: "Wanqiu..."
Jiang Wanqiu finally cleared her head a little. She hurriedly pushed against his firm chest, her face flushed red: "No... Wenchang, I'm not feeling well, I'm on my period."
The man on top of her suddenly froze.
A few seconds later, he cursed under his breath, but didn't get up. He just buried his head in the crook of her neck and breathed heavily.
Jiang Wanqiu felt a tickle on her neck from his hot breath and couldn't help but shrink back.
Zhao Wenchang sighed, as if resigned to his fate, but instead of letting go of her, he hugged her even tighter.
He made no further moves, simply holding the warm, soft woman in his arms, his lips pressed against her earlobe, whispering sweet nothings, using this method to ease the fire in his heart.
She was held tightly in his arms, unable to move, feeling as if the man's entire body was as hard as stone and as hot as a branding iron.
The anger that the man had forcibly suppressed seemed to seep back into her body through their tightly pressed skin.
Unable to bear his persistent teasing, she tilted her head slightly and whispered in his ear, "Wait...wait until I'm better...I'll let you have your way when I'm better..."
As soon as she said those words, she was so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear into the ground.
This is blatant seduction.
Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, the man on top of her stiffened abruptly, even stopping his breathing for a moment.
"You said that?" Zhao Wenchang sat up and looked at the woman.
"Hmm..." Jiang Wanqiu felt uneasy under his gaze, her eyes darting away, not daring to meet his eyes.
He rolled over, got off her, and lay on his back on the kang (a heated brick bed).
Jiang Wanqiu felt the heat source beside her disappear and breathed a slight sigh of relief, but hearing his heavy breathing, she felt a little guilty.
"Then you...you yourself..." She secretly tugged at the man's sleeve, unable to say the rest.
Zhao Wenchang turned his head and precisely caught her mischievous little hand in the darkness, holding it in his hot, large hand.
After a long pause, he finally said, "I have to keep an eye on you."
She abruptly pulled her hand back, turned around so her back was to him, and covered her burning red face with the blanket: "You scoundrel!"
A low, suppressed laugh came from behind.
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