After leaving the police station, Feng Mingshu first went to the tailor shop to ask for leave before going home with Zhou Jinshan.
As soon as I arrived at the small villa, the neighbors all came to inquire about the case.
Feng Mingshu told us with a smile that the Li family members had been detained for seven days for assaulting the police, and that the old lady Li's eldest grandson had been sent to a juvenile detention center for theft and would not be released for at least two years.
The neighbors immediately applauded and cheered.
"Good job locking it! We'll never have to worry about losing things again!"
"Even the dogs on this street will shed less fur."
The dogs by the roadside barked a few times in response, and everyone burst into laughter.
Amidst the laughter, Feng Mingshu looked at the man beside her, noticing his stubble, weary expression, and bloodshot eyes. She recalled how, that morning, the man had stormed into the interrogation room, forcing the Li family into retreat...
"Is there something on my face?" Zhou Jinshan touched his face and was pricked by the stubble on his chin. He suddenly realized.
"It's nothing, let's go inside." Feng Mingshu shook his head, pushed open the courtyard gate and went inside, then hurriedly went to the kitchen to light the stove and boil water.
"I'll cook it myself, you go to sleep first." Zhou Jinshan knew his place; he couldn't get into bed without washing himself clean first.
Feng Mingshu reached out and nudged him: "Go take a nap on the sofa, the water will be ready soon."
Zhou Jinshan took her hand and looked down at her, asking, "Are you worried about me?"
No, that's not true!
But before she could finish speaking, Feng Mingshu looked up and met the man's bloodshot eyes. She bit her lip and said, "Yes, I feel sorry for you. You should hurry up... um..."
The man lowered his head and sealed her red lips with his, then thrust inside her, silencing all her sounds. He placed his hand on her waist, grabbed her, and lifted her up, carrying her to the sofa in the living room.
The sun shines brightly outside the window, and a gentle breeze blows through the window onto the thin gauze curtains, casting dappled light and shadow on the kissing and entwined figures on the sofa.
Feng Mingshu was breathless from the kiss, and Zhou Jinshan finally let her catch her breath, but his hands were still gripping her waist as he placed her on his waist and abdomen.
He leaned lazily against the sofa, his bushy beard giving him a bandit-like air. He smirked and asked, "Miss, you don't mind the smell on me?"
Feng Mingshu, unable to move with her waist being pinched: "..."
The bandit suddenly moved closer to her: "Since you don't mind, let's continue deeper..."
But before he could finish his lewd remarks, he was hit in the stomach and groaned as he collapsed onto the sofa.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Feng Mingshu jumped off him, vigorously wiping her wet red lips, and cursed, "You filthy scoundrel, you can sleep on the sofa from now on!"
After yelling, she stormed off to the kitchen and slammed the door shut.
Zhou Jinshan, who was lying on the sofa, looked at the girl who had regained her arrogant demeanor and smiled silently before closing his eyes.
Feng Mingshu boiled a large bucket of water and went to the living room, where she found the man curled up on the sofa, already asleep.
The light from the window shone on his face, making his features clear and defined. Even with his stubble, he didn't look ugly; instead, it added a unique masculine charm and allure.
Feng Mingshu softened her movements, took a blanket and covered him with it, accidentally touching his chin with her fingers.
The rough stubble prickled her fingertips, making her feel a little itchy, reminding her of the ticklish sensation when the stubble rubbed against her face and lips during their previous kisses.
The itch returned, and it felt like an electric shock, coursing through her entire body. She bit her lip, but still couldn't suppress it.
Actually, Zhou Jinshan was right. She didn't mind his smell; in fact, she liked it a little.
His unique, cool aura, mixed with wisps of gunpowder, gave her a strong sense of security, dispelling the fear and apprehension lingering in her heart from the previous night.
At that moment, she took out the knife and rushed out not because she wasn't afraid, but because she had to go out even if she was afraid. Otherwise, if she hesitated, those thieves and villains who were watching her house would pounce on her like sharks smelling blood.
Therefore, many women who are weak and alone are eventually forced to become shrews. It's not that they want to be shrews, but only shrews can protect themselves and the people around them.
Of course, there are also those who are as intelligent and skillful as my mother.
But Feng Mingshu knew she couldn't compare to her mother, so she had to suppress her inner courage and pretend to be tough to face the dangers outside.
However, at this moment, being next to the man, Feng Mingshu felt a sense of security she had never felt before.
She thought that perhaps it wasn't just because of the man's own strength, but also because of the trust that all Chinese people have in the military as a whole.
Thinking about all these random thoughts, drowsiness came over her again, and Feng Mingshu's eyelids could hardly stay open, so she simply leaned against the man and closed her eyes.
The sun outside the window slowly rose higher and climbed to its zenith before Feng Mingshu woke up; she was awakened by hunger.
She woke up to find herself lying on top of a man. She was stunned for a moment, then immediately sat up, while the man beneath her let out a muffled groan.
Feng Mingshu belatedly realized what was happening, her face flushed, and she immediately got off him. But before she could escape, the man who had stood up grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into his arms.
Her hot breath sprayed on her face, and the man was about to kiss her again, but Feng Mingshu quickly covered his lips and said, "I'm hungry."
“I’m hungry too, feel me.” Zhou Jinshan’s eyes were full of teasing as he grabbed her hand and lowered it.
Startled, Feng Mingshu jumped up and yelled at him, "You filthy scoundrel!"
Zhou Jinshan also stood up, smiling, and said, "Ming Shu, what are you thinking? I just wanted you to touch my empty stomach."
Feng Mingshu: "..."
“Ming Shu, we’re husband and wife. There’s no such thing as being a hooligan or not. This is allowed by law.” Zhou Jinshan took off his coat, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and added seriously.
Just as the little girl was about to explode, he bent down and asked with a smile, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
Feng Mingshu was both angry and annoyed by the man's teasing. She wanted to retort that she wouldn't eat anything, but her rumbling stomach wouldn't allow her to be so defiant. Her face turned red, and she blurted out, "You make it however you like, but make sure it's quick to cook."
Zhou Jinshan nodded to indicate that he understood, and then asked, "Are there any more steamed buns?"
"If there are no steamed buns, there are... cornbread."
Feng Mingshu spoke the last three words with some difficulty, because it was a stone-made steamed bun, so he ate it very slowly.
When Zhou Jinshan arrived at the kitchen, he understood why his wife had that expression when she mentioned cornbread. He simply raised an eyebrow slightly, put the cornbread in the steamer, and began preparing the ingredients.
With the ingredients ready and the cornbread heated up, he took out the slightly softened cornbread, sliced it thinly, and then heated the oil in a pan.
The aroma from the kitchen made Feng Mingshu's stomach growl even louder. She couldn't help but come outside the kitchen and ask, "What did you make that smells so good?"
"It's your steamed buns that smell so good. Come here and have a taste."
Zhou Jinshan used a slotted spoon to scoop the contents out of the oil pan; they were golden slices of steamed corn bread, exuding a wonderful aroma.
Is this still the same steamed bun she made?
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