Chapter 34 I'll do whatever you say
Even though it was just kissing, the two of them stayed up until late at night.
Song Zhan neither smokes nor drinks, and his mouth is sweet and stringy.
Shen Wanjun stretched out her restless little hand, ready to explore further.
Song Zhan stopped her, saying, "If you don't go to sleep now, you won't be able to get up tomorrow."
Shen Wanjun had no choice but to give up this despicable idea; after all, there was plenty of time.
If not today, there's always tomorrow, and the day after.
The handsome, rugged man is hers; he can't escape her.
"Okay, whatever you say." Shen Wanjun nestled in Song Zhan's arms, smacked her lips, and drifted off to sleep sweetly.
In the darkness, Song Zhan stared wide-eyed, having not slept all night.
He seemed to feel a throbbing sensation below his waist from excitement.
It's not that he's paralyzed and completely unable to have children, so how come he... can move?
Song Zhan hugged the person next to him tightly and decided to go to a big hospital for a check-up another day.
If it can really be cured, that would be wonderful.
If he couldn't, at least he tried, and that's something he could be proud of.
It's just that she's not being fair to her husband. At such a young age, Shen Wanjun has to live a life of widowhood. It's pitiful to think about.
Fine, let her go after she gives birth.
She's so wonderful, how could he drag her down for the rest of her life?
Unaware that Song Zhan's stubborn personality had caused trouble all night, Shen Wanjun, who was sleeping soundly, was suffering from a lot of problems.
Before dawn, Shen Wanjun got up and started packing her things.
She cooked two dishes, steamed rice, and kept it warm in the pot.
"Honey, the food's in the pot. Remember to eat when you get up."
"The toothpaste has been squeezed out, remember to brush your teeth."
"The urinal is under the bed; I'll buy a bigger one today."
After giving her instructions, Shen Wanjun walked to the bedside and lightly pecked Song Zhan's cheek twice.
"Honey, I'm leaving now. Don't miss me."
Song Zhan opened his eyes. "You'll be back this afternoon, right?"
"Um."
"What's there to think about?"
Shen Wanjun: ……
Goodbye, you dead piece of wood.
Gently closing the door, Shen Wanjun looked around the small courtyard and went to meet up with Dang Xianghong.
Even after getting into the jeep, she couldn't help but turn her head to look at her little yard.
"What are you looking at? Can't bear to part with your husband?" Dang Xianghong teased.
The women in the car laughed along; that's how young couples are—they can't wait to be together.
In a few years, we might not even want to talk to each other anymore, and we might even sleep in separate beds.
Dang Xianghong thought Shen Wanjun would say, "That's not true."
After all, it's fine to think about men in your heart, but to admit it openly seems a bit unreserved.
In this context, reserve is a unique and beautiful quality possessed by women.
But Shen Wanjun is really not reserved at all.
She laughed and said, "Yes, I really do want to."
I imagine how lonely he must be at home alone, with no one to eat with.
What if he forgets to drink water?
If he drinks too much water and can't manage to go to the toilet by himself, he'll have to hold it in all day.
Dang Xianghong was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter. What a straightforward person!
Likeable.
After greeting everyone in the car, Shen Wanjun leaned against Dang Xianghong's legs to catch up on sleep.
She didn't sleep well last night; she already had dark circles under her eyes on her fair face.
Gao Xiaoman was also with them, her chin held high, looking down on everyone on the bus with an air of disdain.
Shen Wanjun greeted her, but she didn't even respond.
She still harbors a grudge about being kicked out of her sleeper berth on the train.
The jeep drove for more than an hour before finally arriving at the commune market.
The market was bustling with people.
The others looked around, their eyes wide with surprise.
Shen Wanjun's reaction was lukewarm; this was less crowded than a shopping mall in Shanghai.
It can't even compare to the morning markets in China.
But everyone was happy, and she was happy too.
Shopping is always a pleasant and wonderful thing.
Gao Xiaoman frowned as soon as she got out of the car. "What kind of place is this? It's all dirt. What am I going to do if it gets my shoes dirty?"
Shen Wanjun glanced at it and thought, "Oh my, this young lady is even wearing high-end soft leather boots."
Looking at the cotton shoes that Dang Xianghong had given her, Shen Wanjun stomped her feet, raising a lot of dust.
"Sister Dang, you know what, these shoes are really comfortable."
It's warm and makes walking stable; it's more comfortable than the little leather boots she used to wear.
Gao Xiaoman rolled her eyes. Weren't you dressed like a rich young lady on the train?
How come you've turned into a peasant after only a few days here?
Gao Xiaoman walked proudly ahead; if anyone was talking about a young lady of high society, it had to be her.
No matter where she is, she always has impeccable makeup and gorgeous clothes, and is always the most eye-catching one.
Gao Xiaoman resolutely refused to be a peasant or associate with peasants.
She shook off Dang Xianghong and the others and started wandering around on her own.
"Young lady, are you still worried about your husband?" Dang Xianghong asked, noticing Shen Wanjun's lack of interest.
"I, Lao Li, have already given instructions. He's off today, so I'll have him go over and check on things more often. Don't worry."
Shen Wanjun said gratefully, "Sister Dang, thank you so much."
"Don't be shy, just call me Sister Hong."
"Sister Hong, you're the best~" Shen Wanjun said sweetly.
Dang Xianghong felt a surge of joy at being called that. The same voice sounded so much better when Shen Wanjun uttered it.
Dang Xianghong bought a coarse cloth headscarf for Shen Wanjun, saying, "The wind and sand are strong; don't let them chapp your little face."
"Hehe, you should wear these gloves too, so you won't be cold next time you make pickles."
Shen Wanjun reciprocated by generously spending money on gifts.
"Sister Hong, where can I buy seeds?" she asked.
"Are you going to plant it in the yard? I'll take you there."
"Hmm, I also need to buy a bigger chamber pot."
Dang Xianghong gave her a knowing look and led Shen Wanjun for a stroll in the market.
She knows this place like the back of her hand; she knows exactly what's sold where.
Shen Wanjun saved a lot of time by following her.
Midway through, Shen Wanjun excused herself to go to the toilet and secretly traded two piglets, three rabbits, and four lambs with a local villager.
You can't buy too many of these things at once; there are limits for each household.
After buying it, Shen Wanjun threw it into her spatial storage without anyone noticing.
Dang Xianghong led Shen Wanjun to find an experienced craftsman, and Song Zhan's worn-out watch was finally repaired.
She also changed to a new silver watch strap.
Although it looks old and ugly, at least it's usable.
Shen Wanjun has many valuable watches in her space, but she cannot take them out.
Sighing silently, she thought, "What a waste!"
Shen Wanjun then exchanged money and grain coupons with her fellow villagers for a nearly new fountain pen.
The Hero brand fountain pen she had bought for Song Zhan in Shanghai was stolen.
"Why did you buy the pen?" Dang Xianghong asked.
"I taught Song Zhan to read and write," Shen Wanjun answered truthfully.
“It’s Song Zhan’s good fortune to have you. My husband is practically illiterate and doesn’t even want to go to literacy classes,” Dang Xianghong complained.
“Whenever Lao Li is free, let him come over, and I’ll teach him together,” Shen Wanjun said.
Teaching one is teaching, and teaching two is also teaching.
Perhaps Song Zhan and Lao Li working together will create a competitive atmosphere, making them learn more actively and quickly.
“Okay, I’ll go home and talk to him about it.” Old Li doesn’t like studying, and Dang Xianghong isn’t sure if he will agree.
Shen Wanjun found a few more old elementary school textbooks and put them in her bag.
Shopping time always flies by, and around 2 p.m., everyone gathered in front of the jeep, carrying large and small bags.
Since they hadn't eaten lunch, Shen Wanjun bought a few steamed buns and shared them with everyone.
After Dang Xianghong finished counting the number of people, she frowned and said, "One person is missing."
Looking around, he asked, "Where's Gao Xiaoman? Gao Xiaoman hasn't come back!!"
The market is crowded and people are of all kinds. What if she, a well-dressed young lady, encounters bad people?
At that moment, Gao Xiaoman was busy shopping and had no idea that she was being watched.
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