The moment Song Panmei wrapped her arm around Ling Huanwu's waist, Zhou Jiuzhen's mind went blank again, and all his soft words of apology and concerns about his status vanished.
He strode over, his military boots crunching under his feet on the dry grass in the drying yard.
Before Ling Huanwu could recover from her shock after falling on Song Panmei, she was immediately picked up and carried horizontally.
Ling Huanwu looked up and met Zhou Jiuzhen's extremely angry face.
When he came over with the flowers, he was gazing at her with deep affection, but in the blink of an eye, his face turned sour, and he looked like he wanted to devour her.
"Zhou Jiuzhen, what are you doing!"
Ling Huanwu's exclamation mingled with the gasps of the villagers, but Zhou Jiuzhen only tightened his arms and said in a deep voice, "You have no right to speak."
As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the person and headed towards the makeshift kitchen that the army had set up for cooking communal meals.
He stood ramrod straight, and the thought of what he had just witnessed made his heart burn like fire. All he wanted to do was hide the person away, somewhere only he could see them.
He kicked open the wooden door to the kitchen, the crash nearly shattering the small wooden shed.
Ling Huanwu was still struggling in his arms. He hurriedly put her on the wooden table next to him, but he didn't control his strength well. His elbow knocked over the enamel basin on the corner of the table, and millet spilled all over the floor.
Ling Huanwu was about to jump down when he took another step forward and pressed against her, his chest against her back, his hot breath spraying behind her ear. "Huanwu, look at me."
But Ling Huanwu refused to turn around, which made him anxious, so he reached out to pry her shoulder.
When his fingertips touched her slightly cool earlobe, he paused for a moment.
But the next second, when he caught a glimpse of the villagers peeking out from under the door, his hesitation vanished.
Why should anyone else touch Zhou Jiuzhen's woman?
In his anger, he turned around and knocked over the iron pot next to him.
With a loud "clang," the pot lid rolled and spun several times on the ground.
Ling Huanwu was startled by the commotion. She finally looked at him, her eyes red-rimmed. "Are you crazy? Everyone outside can hear us!"
Zhou Jiuzhen stared at her lips, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice hoarse and hot, "She's gone mad, she went mad just seeing him hug you."
As he spoke, he reached out to wipe the moisture from the corner of her eyes, but accidentally knocked down the broom hanging on the wall. The tassel brushed against the back of his hand, tickling him like a tingling sensation in his heart.
The villagers outside had fallen silent. All that could be heard was the clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen, interspersed with Ling Huanwu's weak protests and Zhou Jiuzhen's suppressed heavy breathing.
Aunt Liu blushed and tugged at her second aunt beside her, muttering softly, "This Battalion Commander Zhou... is a bit too hasty..."
Despite saying that, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.
Anyone could see that Battalion Commander Zhou was extremely jealous and concerned!
In the kitchen, Zhou Jiuzhen finally pulled her into his arms, his forehead pressed against hers. His voice softened, but it carried an unyielding stubbornness, "Baby, Yuanzi, don't be angry. I was wrong... but you can't let anyone else hug you. No one but me."
His hand was still holding her wrist, his fingertips gently caressing it, as if coaxing her, or as if confirming something.
He confirmed that the person in his arms was his; they hadn't run away and wouldn't run away.
The millet on the ground was still glistening, and the iron pot was still leaning to one side, but no one cared.
"Old woman..."
Zhou Jiuzhen cupped her face, his lips pressed against hers, and a soft murmur escaped his throat. It was like an electric current shooting up Ling Huan's spine, making her feel numb all over, and she couldn't answer him at all.
She used to call him "old man" in bed, but later she got used to calling him "old man" in daily life as well.
He only called her "old woman" when he was moved by her feelings.
But today, with someone overheard, he deliberately separated the three words "wife...zi" and pronounced them very heavily, as if he were deliberately saying them to someone else.
The man's short, soft yet barbed hair swept across Ling Huanwu's chin and bit into her collarbone.
Ling Huanwu looked up at the man's burning gaze, her red lips trembling.
"You'd better...you better let me out right now, or people will laugh at me..."
Her voice unconsciously trembled with pleading.
Zhou Jiuzhen, however, seemed not to hear at all and continued to do as he pleased.
I heard the sound of a button popping open beside my ear.
Ling Huanwu stared wide-eyed and looked down.
Zhou Jiuzhen had somehow managed to unbutton her shirt.
Without realizing it, Zhou Jiuzhen's posture changed from looking down to kneeling.
The man who had just been outside with a blank expression was now clinging to her legs, looking extremely uneasy. His voice was broken and choked with sobs, "Huanwu, you're a few years younger than me. I can understand if you're blinded by a handsome wild man. No matter what you do with others, I will forgive you, because I know they must have seduced you first."
"Also, you're probably just having a fling, that's okay, as long as you come home eventually. But divorce is absolutely out of the question. I'll definitely find a way to deal with those vixens who're trying to seduce you..."
Zhou Jiuzhen kept rambling on and on, leaving Ling Huanwu completely bewildered.
His words were so shocking that Ling Huanwu couldn't close her mouth for a long time.
"What do you mean? What do you mean I'm bewitched by some random guy? I have other guys on the side, how come I don't know?"
Zhou Jiuzhen immediately became even more breathless, his wet eyes staring at Ling Huanwu with a look of grievance in them, "Don't say anymore, I know you grew up with that slick pilot outside, he broke his leg for you, and you were very moved, so you couldn't help but sleep with him. I don't mind, but you have to think about the child in your belly..."
Ling Huanwu almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Zhou Jiuzhen, what do you take me for! Panmei is my brother, how could anything happen between me and my brother!"
Ling Huanwu's voice changed tone, as if saying these words had tainted her own words, "And what do you take me for? Some impatient, morally corrupt woman? Having your child while fooling around with other men? If you don't trust me that much, then I'll..."
Zhou Jiuzhen turned pale with fright and quickly covered Ling Huanwu's mouth with his hand, pleading with her not to say anything.
Fearing she would say the word "divorce" again, he cried even harder.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."
He suppressed his emotions, the pain in his eyes seemed endless, and he could only vent it through these repeated apologies.
Ling Huanwu looked at the tears streaming down his face beneath his deep-set eyes, her heart aching with surprise.
She then realized that the tall, muscular man in front of her had also been abandoned by his family since childhood.
That deep-seated sense of panic made him prone to overthinking.
Ling Huanwu gently embraced Zhou Jiuzhen's heaving shoulders, leaned down to his chest, and lightly touched the spot closest to his heart through his shirt with her soft lips, letting out a soft murmur that stirred her heart like a clear spring.
Zhou Jiuzhen's breath hitched when he heard Ling Huanwu's words, and when he looked up at her again, the astonishment in his eyes was impossible to hide...
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