Before Feng Mingshu could even process what the man meant, he bowed his head and demanded it directly.
At that moment, she tasted a familiar flavor of tea.
It's Tieguanyin tea from home, and it smells very good.
He must have drunk tea after brushing his teeth.
The thought had barely crossed Feng Mingshu's mind when her upper lip was sucked, and a strong, clean masculine scent overpowered the tea flavor, taking over all her breath.
The unfamiliar sensation made her instinctively lean back, but Zhou Jinshan reached out and grabbed the back of her neck, preventing her from escaping.
Then, he kissed her lower lip from top to bottom, slowly taking it into his mouth as if savoring a delicious fruit.
Feng Mingshu felt a tingling sensation wash over her, her breathing became erratic, and she felt as if she no longer belonged to herself.
But the man wasn't satisfied. He pried open her lips and thrust himself inside.
With a bang, as if something had been ignited, Feng Mingshu felt every cell in his body tremble, and a strange heat surged from the depths of his body.
This unfamiliar heat made Feng Mingshu feel ashamed and flustered. She wanted to get away, but the man's hand landed on her waist, holding her body captive.
After an unknown amount of time, just when Feng Mingshu felt she was suffocating, Zhou Jinshan finally released her.
Feng Mingshu clutched his clothes weakly, panting heavily. The man lowered his head again, and seeing her obvious resistance, he paused slightly, pressed his face against hers, and gently stroked it: "Mingshu, wait for me to come back."
His voice was hoarse, as if it held a hidden fire, but he walked very fast, putting on his hat and striding away.
Feng Mingshu did not see him off because her cheeks were burning and her legs were weak. How could she dare to go out and see people?
Perhaps her mother had guessed something, for she did not come to call her, nor did she allow the twins to disturb her.
After a long while, she regained her strength, washed and put away the dishes, went upstairs to her bedroom, and collapsed onto the bed.
The wind was still cool tonight, but Zhou Jinshan, who was riding his bicycle back to the military academy, didn't feel it, and the sweetness of the "fruit" still lingered on his tongue.
At the meeting point, Lu Xiangqian saw Zhou Jinshan arrive, covered in sweat, and couldn't help but click his tongue: "Old Zhou, aren't you tired from all this running around?"
"Of course Lao Zhou isn't tired. Didn't you see how smug he is? Look, he even has a pen clipped to his pocket. It's obviously a gift from his wife."
"Old Zhou, your wife is really generous. This pen doesn't look cheap."
"Stop talking about pens, let's ask something serious, Lao Zhou, what's it really like to get married? Tell us all."
"Yes, tell us quickly."
A crowd gathered around, some joking, others genuinely curious about the wedding. Zhou Jinshan waved them off, laughing and yelling, "Get lost!"
Just then, the whistle to straighten the ranks sounded, and everyone immediately fell silent and quickly lined up.
Only Zhai Qing glanced at Zhou Jinshan's shirt pocket as they passed each other.
Zhou Jinshan's lips curled slightly. He walked to the front of the line, pressed down the pen cap, and then fastened his pocket again to make sure everything was in order.
"Attention! Right dress! Front dress! Count off!"
...
Feng Mingshu had a dream all night long. First, she dreamed that she was being chased by a tiger, pounced on, and about to be swallowed up when the scene changed and she appeared on a ship at sea.
There were many soldiers busy on the ship. She instinctively tried to find someone, but was stopped and told not to wander off.
Suddenly, the sky darkened, and a torrential downpour began. The ship began to rock violently, and Feng Mingshu, finding nothing to hold onto, fell to the ground and slid quickly to the ship's side, plunging into the sea.
She closed her eyes in despair, when suddenly a voice rang in her ears.
"Mingshu, grab my hand!"
Feng Mingshu opened her eyes with a start. The seawater had receded, and she was lying on her own bed.
After catching her breath, she got out of bed, turned on the light, found geography books on the bookshelf, and began to study the distribution of China's sea areas and ocean currents, taking careful notes.
When Xiao Mingxue knocked on the door to call her for dinner, Feng Mingshu realized that it was already broad daylight.
After tidying up her notes, she went downstairs and found that Aunt Wang had already arrived.
I made an appointment with Wang Ma before the Lunar New Year to come back to work after the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. Today is the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, and Wang Ma came very early this morning.
However, Wang Ma didn't have to cook breakfast today, and was instead solemnly invited to sit down and eat.
Normally, Wang Ma would eat at the same table with the family, but this time the seating arrangement was different. Wang Ma seemed preoccupied, clearly realizing something.
After the meal, Yu Jingqiu and her daughter Feng Mingshu invited Wang Ma to the study.
They got straight to the point, saying that they no longer needed a maid, and Feng Mingshu, on behalf of the family, handed Wang Ma a thick envelope.
Wang Ma accepted the resignation as she had anticipated it, but refused to accept the envelope: "Madam, Miss, I already received my New Year's salary. I haven't done any work since then, how can I accept more money?"
Feng Mingshu smiled and pushed the envelope back, saying, "Aunt Wang, you're not a maid anymore, so please don't call me 'Miss' anymore. Just call me by my name. Also, please accept this envelope, because I have something I'd like to ask you. If you don't accept it, I won't be able to say anything."
Wang Ma looked at Yu Jingqiu with some hesitation, and Yu Jingqiu smiled and said, "From now on, Zhuzhu will be in charge of the Feng family's affairs."
Hearing this, Wang Ma was taken aback. Then she thought that since her young mistress had married a military officer, her status was indeed different. The madam had probably let her manage the household affairs temporarily to protect the family. However, once the young master grew up, this power of managing the household should be handed back to him.
Thinking this, Wang Ma stood up and respectfully said to Feng Mingshu, "Little—"
"Just call me Mingshu, Aunt Wang," Feng Mingshu reminded her again.
“Okay, Mingshu,” Wang Ma changed her tune, laughing at herself, “I’m still not quite used to it.”
“You’ll get used to it,” Feng Mingshu said with a smile, placing the envelope in Wang Ma’s hand. “Aunt Wang, I’d like to ask you to look after my Feng family’s ancestral home.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Ma hurriedly pushed the envelope back: "It's such a small matter, why would I need to give extra money? There are only two rooms, I just told my youngest son to clean them every year."
Speaking of which, the Feng family and Wang Ma are related by blood, as their ancestors lived in Xiaowangzhuang, a remote suburb of Bincheng. Later, the Feng family prospered and moved to Bincheng. However, the Feng family has always taken good care of Xiaowangzhuang for generations, and the relationship has continued.
In previous years, when the Feng family still owned businesses, many people from Xiaowangzhuang worked in the factory. After liberation, those people stayed in the city as workers and were provided with grain rations.
After the public-private partnership was established, in order to avoid suspicion, the Feng family no longer had any open contact with their old friends, but would only return to their old house in Xiaowangzhuang once a year.
Grandpa Feng was a very interesting person. After becoming wealthy, he did not expand his old house, nor did he renovate it much. It was still a house with two stone and earthen walls, except that the thatched roof was replaced with a tiled roof. It looked no different from most houses in the village.
The old man's original words were that the old house should be kept so that the younger generation could come and stay for a few days every year, so that they could experience the hardships of their ancestors in starting the business, and thus prevent them from becoming spoiled brats.
A spoiled young man in the port city suddenly sneezed.
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