Chapter 47 Two Love-Obsessed People's Sweet Moments
Shen Wanjun hesitated, not wanting to go.
Dang Xianghong nudged her: "The military and the people are one family. Jiang Xiangdong is, after all, the battalion commander. We should give him face."
"Sister Hong, I'll go home and discuss it with Song Zhan. His leg is really not very convenient."
"Okay, you two should discuss it. Let me know when you've made up your minds."
Shen Wanjun handed Song Zhan a large pot of spiritual spring water, saying, "Husband, do you think we should go?"
Song Zhan gulped down most of the pot before saying, "Going is fine too."
Seeing that Shen Wanjun didn't speak, he asked, "If you don't want to go, then we won't go."
"How will we explain this to Political Commissar Hao?"
“I told him that I’ve offended her more than once or twice anyway.”
“I have to go.” Shen Wanjun thought for a moment, “But don’t offend anyone.”
After Song Zhan was injured, many people were eyeing his position as battalion commander. Offending Political Commissar Hao would do him no good.
"Then let's go." Song Zhan held her hand and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Shen Wanjun shook him off and said, "What am I afraid of?"
She just didn't want to see that rotten thing, Zhong Chuchu.
She spread her hands and said to Song Zhan, "Where are today's love letters? Give them to me, don't even think about slacking off."
Song Zhan awkwardly took out the letter he had written, looking down at her.
Seeing his shy expression, Shen Wanjun thought he had written some lewd words.
Upon opening it, it was still just plain, dry words, except that a five-pointed star was drawn at the end.
"Comrade Song Zhan, if you want to draw a heart, just draw a heart. Why draw stars?"
This wooden lump has a heart and a red star on it, it's so hard to tell them apart!
“A red star shines for the nation, and also for…you,” Song Zhan whispered.
This silly guy has a rather unique way of expressing love.
"I accept the red star, and I want the love too." Shen Wanjun carefully folded the letter and put it into the small box.
Then he secretly put the box into his spatial storage; this thing must not be exposed to light.
Seeing the light of day, Song Zhan would be mortified.
"Okay, I'll draw for you next time." Song Zhan's eyes were full of doting. His wife was so good; she didn't mind that his drawing was terrible.
She carefully treasured his letter; it felt so good to be valued and taken seriously.
Song Zhan's heart was pounding; for the first time, this young man in his twenties was experiencing the feeling of being in love.
It was his wife, with whom he almost got divorced.
Sometimes he himself can't believe that their relationship is so good now.
"My wife is asleep," Song Zhan urged, his face flushed.
Shen Wanjun chuckled, "Look at you, your face is as red as a monkey's bottom."
Song Zhan hurriedly covered his face and wheeled himself into the bedroom.
Look, even the rough-looking guy is shy.
Shen Wanjun closed the door, pressed herself against him, and stared at his handsome features for an endless time.
Their lips met, intertwined, entwined, inseparable.
Shen Wanjun succumbed to Song Zhan's gentle charms time and time again.
No wonder people say that women in love have no brains. Right now, her mind is completely blank except for Song Zhan.
She never imagined that she would one day become so love-obsessed.
She used to scoff at women who were obsessed with love, thinking they were stupid and foolish.
What's so great about men? Why are they so easily manipulated?
Now, facing Song Zhan, Shen Wanjun is completely powerless to resist.
Indeed, beauty can be a curse, and neither men nor women can escape it.
Shen Wanjun relentlessly pursued Song Zhan, launching attack on cities and capturing territories time and again.
Now she understands that no one in love is immune to being love-struck.
If someone isn't like that, it just means they haven't met someone who is exceptional in every way—looks, physique, and soul.
For example, men like Song Zhan.
Shen Wanjun silently comforted herself, so what if she was love-struck? The happiness was real, and so was the joy.
As long as I'm with Song Zhan, what's wrong with being a hopeless romantic for the rest of my life?
Shen Wanjun had no idea that Song Zhan was even more love-obsessed than she was.
The cold-faced battalion commander in front of outsiders is as gentle as water in front of her.
I wish I could cherish her every moment and give her all the good things in the world.
Song Zhan is a rough man by day, but transforms into a doting husband by night.
When the two were kissing passionately, he would remind himself to be gentle and not rude.
He was even always afraid of stepping on her hair.
If the kiss lasts too long, Song Zhan worries that Shen Wanjun might not be able to breathe.
In short, neither of them had anything on their minds except the other.
One person with a love-obsessed mind is scary, but two people with love-obsessed minds are sweet and loving.
The same was true yesterday, the day before yesterday, and it will be true tonight.
The next morning, Shen Wanjun pushed Song Zhan out the door.
The group got into a jeep to attend Jiang Weiguo and Zhong Chuchu's wedding.
A group of people were chatting and laughing in the car, while Song Zhan held Shen Wanjun's hand with a serious expression.
He was assigned to ride in the same car as the women so that Shen Wanjun could take care of her.
The women chatted and laughed, making a lively scene, while Song Zhan remained silent with a stern face the whole way.
He was aloof by nature and had no interest in women's topics, remaining silent the only response he could muster.
Song Zhan found it strange that he listened with great interest to Shen Wanjun's stories about the compound.
If it were someone else, he wouldn't be interested at all; he'd even find them annoying.
Shen Wanjun didn't talk much. She knew that words can be dangerous, and she had to be careful with her words when she was out and about.
Dang Xianghong was still the loudspeaker in the car, always talking non-stop.
She was warm and cheerful, knew a lot of gossip, and made everyone laugh along the way.
Gao Xiaoman, accompanied by her aunt, maintained a distant and indifferent attitude towards everyone, only occasionally offering a sly smile.
Most of the time, he had an expression that said he looked down on everyone and ignored everyone.
Political Commissar Hao also brought Hao Yan along this time.
Hao Yan used to be lively and active, and looked down on others.
She kept her head down and remained silent the whole way, not saying a word.
She only offers a few simple, polite words when others occasionally mention her or ask her something.
Hao Yan went on a blind date today. Hao Mei introduced him to a teacher who happened to live in the same village as Jiang Weiguo.
After a bumpy ride of an hour, we finally arrived at Xiahe Village.
Jiang Xiangdong was very good at handling things. He arranged for villagers to line the village entrance to welcome him, making it a very lively occasion with gongs and drums.
Political Commissar Hao led the group in greeting the villagers, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
The village roads are too narrow for cars to drive in, so everyone has to walk.
The Jiang family's house was simple, the yard was not big, and the road was full of potholes.
Shen Wanjun pushed Song Zhan forward with difficulty, his wheelchair covered in dust.
Shen Wanjun asked Song Zhan in a low voice, "Do you need to use the restroom?"
Song Zhan shook his head. He hadn't had time to drink water before leaving home today, and he didn't feel the urge to urinate yet.
A simple raised platform was set up in the Jiang family courtyard, and Jiang Weiguo greeted everyone warmly.
His face beamed with pride, clearly showing that he was very satisfied with the marriage.
When it was almost time, the drum and gong team started playing.
Despite everyone's anticipation, Zhong Chuchu did not appear.
Jiang Xiangdong's expression was rather grim, and he gestured for his son to go and see what was going on.
He then smiled apologetically at everyone and said, "Come on, have some melon seeds and peanuts first. They're all grown in our own plot of land, so please make do with them."
Private plots are small plots of land in front of or behind rural houses, mainly used for growing vegetables and raising livestock.
Jiang Weiguo pushed open the door and saw Zhong Chuchu still sitting there in a daze. He asked impatiently, "What are you doing? Don't you want to go through with this marriage?"
"You were the one who sent me the telegram proposing marriage back then, and now you're causing this mess."
"Let me tell you, if you dare to embarrass me today, I'll break your legs."
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