Chapter 27 Will You Be Good to Me?
Shen Wanjun was somewhat agitated; the emotions she had suppressed for the past two days erupted instantly.
Her eyebrows were raised, her nose was slightly red, and her eyes held many tears.
Song Zhan hurriedly said, "Let me finish."
"you say."
I'd like to see what kind of nonsense you can come up with.
"Go and get my bag, the army green one."
Shen Wanjun stood up reluctantly with a long face.
Didn't you want a clear explanation? Why are you ordering her around to do things?
And that military green one? You only have one bag, okay?
"for you."
Shen Wanjun tossed her bag to Song Zhan, stood by the bed, clasped her hands together, and stared at him intently.
Considering her options, if Song Zhan didn't remarry her, she could only go to her uncle and his family.
She could just abandon the child; going to the countryside would be better than suffering here.
Like a simp, yet still unpopular.
Song Zhan pulled out the divorce report from his bag and showed it to her.
"I hadn't even had a chance to submit the divorce report before I went on a mission."
Then he was seriously injured and became a cripple.
Shen Wanjun held the report and looked at it again and again.
She playfully punched him, "Can't you just finish what you're saying at once?"
She was terrified!
She thought Song Zhanzhen was heartless and wanted to kick her out in the middle of the night.
"Luckily you didn't submit it, then we would still be husband and wife now."
"It's normal for couples to sleep in the same bed, isn't it?"
Shen Wanjun instantly transforms into a tender wife to a rough man, nestling in his arms in an incredibly intimate embrace.
Winters in the Northwest are very cold, so cold that your words are shrouded in mist.
But Song Zhan was very warm, like a furnace.
Shen Wanjun held on tightly, refusing to let go, and whispered close to him, "There's something I forgot to tell you."
"Go ahead," Song Zhan said, his tone devoid of emotion.
"Our Shen family is gone."
"Gone? How are you saying gone?"
Song Zhan was puzzled. In peacetime, how could such a large family just disappear like that?
Shen Wanjun pulled out a large stack of newspapers and briefly explained the gist of the matter.
According to her, the Shen family's donations of money and houses were entirely out of selfless love and a contribution to society, not for self-preservation.
"Where are your parents?" Song Zhan asked.
“My dad colluded with the enemy, Wang Fang embezzled, and Zhong Yaozu got into fights; they’re all in jail.”
Shen Wanjun spoke calmly, trying hard to suppress her gloating.
"Don't worry, I've cut ties with them. Their murders and arson won't affect me."
Shen Wanjun pointed to the letter of severance in the newspaper.
"And what about your sister?"
"She's been sent to the countryside, and I doubt she'll be back for the next few years."
"Your uncle and his family really came to the Northwest?"
"Yes, I'll take you to see them sometime."
It's a bit far, I guess it'll be a long drive.
"I am no longer the young lady I used to be, but I am still your lover."
Shen Wanjun held his hand, their fingers intertwined, "So, you'll be good to me, right?"
Song Zhan put away the newspaper and said, "Let's go to sleep."
Shen Wanjun turned her back to him angrily and ignored him. "You bastard, would it kill you to say something nice?"
Song Zhan pursed his lips and nodded silently in the darkness.
Shen Wanjun was too cold to sleep, so she quickly returned to Song Zhan's embrace.
"Don't overthink it, I'm just a little cold."
"I know."
For the first time ever, Song Zhan opened his arms, and Shen Wanjun immediately snuggled into his embrace.
A bit pathetic, and a bit impatient.
It wasn't that she wasn't reserved, she was just too cold.
Shen Wanjun is a restless sleeper; sometimes she puts her legs on Song Zhan's body, and sometimes she puts her feet under his buttocks.
In short, she does whatever makes her warm and comfortable.
Song Zhan was like an emotionless furnace, opening his arms to try to warm her.
The Zhong family was wiped out overnight; she must have been terrified all alone.
Shen Kun is such a bastard. Why did he donate all his family fortune? Didn't he know to leave some for Shen Wanjun?
Why didn't he take her with him when he came to the Northwest?
Song Zhan couldn't imagine how Shen Wanjun dealt with the special envoy on the train.
And how did she manage to deliver a baby with so much blood? She must have been terrified.
The truck was bumping so much, and she was pregnant; what if something happened to her…
Song Zhan dared not think too much about it, and simply held the person in his arms tightly.
Shen Wanjun has lost everything; now she only has him.
But he almost drove her away; he's no human being.
The next morning, as soon as Shen Wanjun opened her eyes, she saw Song Zhan staring at her with a faint smile on his face.
Why...why are you looking at me like that?
"Nothing, time to get up, someone's knocking on the door."
Shen Wanjun yawned. Who is it? So early in the morning, not letting people sleep in.
Hate.
I put on my clothes, opened the door, and saw a familiar person standing outside.
"Sister Dang, what brings you here?"
Shen Wanjun opened the door and greeted her with a smile.
"Come in, have a seat inside, it's freezing outside."
Dang Xianghong didn't stand on ceremony and walked in casually, greeting Song Zhan before entering.
She pulled a bunch of things out of her bag: "I went back to my hometown with my husband a couple of days ago, otherwise I would have come with you."
"Little sister, don't be sad. As long as a man is alive, there is hope."
Poor girl, she came to join the army with great joy, she certainly never expected her husband to be like this.
Shen Wanjun brushed her bangs aside. "I'm not sad. My man will definitely get better."
Dang Xianghong sighed inwardly, thinking, "My sister has it tough; she's even trying to comfort herself."
But the doctors couldn't find a solution through surgery, so her optimism was useless.
"Hey you, come in!" Dang shouted towards the door.
An honest-looking man came in, carrying a wheelchair.
“This is what my mother-in-law used before. Please don’t mind it, just make do with it.”
"If you don't mind, it looks shiny. Old... cough cough, Old Song, you should give it a try."
The man lifted Song Zhan into the wheelchair and pushed him around a few times.
Song Zhan manipulated the wheelchair back and forth with his hands, a smile appearing on his dark face.
"good."
Dang Xianghong couldn't bear to look at him, and Song Zhan's smile was truly unsightly.
"Hey little sister, take all these pickled vegetable buns and ham, don't be shy."
"good."
Shen Wanjun didn't intend to be polite. Dang Xianghong was taken aback; this girl was also very straightforward.
She likes it.
"Sister Dang, this quilt is for you, it's very warm, don't be shy about it."
Shen Wanjun went into the bedroom, took out a cotton quilt from her space, changed into a coarse cloth coat, and handed it to Dang Xianghong.
Dang Xianghong tried to refuse again, but Shen Wanjun put her hands on her hips and pretended to be angry.
The Party immediately surrendered to the Red Army, exchanging a few bottles of pickled vegetables for a quilt; she made a fortune.
Feeling bad about it, he said, "Little sister, if you ever need anything from me in the future, just let me know."
"Big sister, there is something I'd like to ask you."
Shen Wanjun led Dang Xianghong to the kitchen. “These noodles are strange. The bottom gets mushy as soon as they’re cooked, but the top isn’t cooked at all.”
Seeing that Shen Wanjun threw the dried noodles directly into the pot, Dang Xianghong quickly said, "You need to add water first."
Shen Wanjun poured a ladle of cold water, and Dang Xianghong was speechless again: "We have to wait for the water to boil before adding the noodles."
"Put the noodles in plenty of water and stir them a few times, then they won't stick together."
Following her instructions, Shen Wanjun cooked a pot of noodles.
The noodles were bubbling in the pot, about to overflow, but Shen Wanjun smiled and said, "Sister Dang, look at all these bubbles."
Dang Xianghong: ...
Is she an idiot?
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