Chapter 242 Saying "You're the most handsome" ten times while riding a bicycle
Zhou Jiuzhen finally stopped, his brows still furrowed as he turned around, his dark eyes filled with a hint of unconcealed grievance, yet he insisted on putting on a serious face, saying succinctly, "Eat your midnight snack and go to sleep!"
The noodles in the bowl hadn't been touched much, so Zhou Jiuzhen poured them all into Ling Huanwu's bowl.
Normally, Zhou Jiuzhen would stare intently at her as she ate, saying that watching her eat made his food taste better.
Ling Huanwu hesitated for a moment, but finally understood that Zhou Jiuzhen, this big jealous pot, was truly angry.
She followed him around twice, then suddenly grabbed his hand and shook it. "Ergou, my hair is dirty, can you wash it for me?"
Zhou Jiuzhen paused, his ears turning slightly red, but he still nodded with a straight face.
The water in the aluminum basin was at just the right temperature. Ling Huanwu sat on a small stool, and Zhou Jiuzhen stood behind her. His calloused hands ran through her long hair, and when his fingertips rubbed her scalp, an itch crept up her spine.
Ling Huanwu couldn't help but shrink her neck, it hurt a little. "Be gentle, it tickles."
Zhou Jiuzhen's movements became even gentler, his fingertips occasionally brushing against the back of her neck, causing her to dodge further into his palm.
He washed his hair very carefully, and the foam piled up in his hair.
Ling Huanwu usually resists having Zhou Jiuzhen wash her hair.
Zhou Jiuzhen knew why, of course, but he just happened to like washing Ling Huanwu's hair. Today, she was so accommodating to him, and the slight resentment he felt earlier vanished instantly.
He looked down at the whorl on the top of her head and said in a lower voice, "From now on, don't get so close to other men besides me."
“Okay, okay,” Ling Huanwu looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. “Then don’t be angry, okay? I just wanted to find out about their island relocation plan, so Battalion Commander Zhou, don’t keep frowning. It’s not very imposing.”
Zhou Jiuzhen's Adam's apple bobbed, his palm still covering her hair, soft as a cloud.
After a few seconds of silence, he reached out and tucked a stray hair behind her ear, his voice so soft it could melt into warm water, "I'm not angry. So tell me, do you think I'm more handsome or he is?"
This deadly question left Ling Huanwu speechless.
"Who's more handsome? Of course, it's you..."
Who knew that after just two seconds of hesitation, Zhou Jiuzhen, the jealous pot, would explode again.
"Don't move, you've got foam in your eyes." He spoke softly but seriously, deliberately rubbing his fingertip against the soft flesh behind her ear.
Ling Huanwu's ears burned, and she tilted her head and muttered, "Zhou Jiuzhen, I already said you're handsome, why are you still like this? Well then I'll tell you the truth, you're only slightly better looking than Panmei."
The moment he finished speaking, the force on his head suddenly stopped.
Zhou Jiuzhen tightened his grip on her wet hair, his Adam's apple bobbed, and a surge of jealousy rose up like fire in a stove.
So, to praise him, you have to compare him to someone else?
Before Ling Huanwu could react, he had already pulled her into his arms by the waist, and with his other hand, he deftly tucked her disheveled wet hair behind her head, revealing her smooth neck.
His forehead pressed against the water droplets on her hair, his voice hoarse and strained: "Ling Huanwu, dare you say that again? Who's more handsome?"
Ling Huanwu was held in his arms, her back pressed against his burning chest, and even her breathing became erratic.
He lowered his head and bit her earlobe. Before she could cry out in pain, he gently took it into his mouth, his voice warm with his breath, "Honestly, who's more handsome?"
She refused to comply and turned her head to dodge, but he lifted her up by the knees, leaving her suspended in his arms.
The cool scent of shampoo mingled with the soapy fragrance emanating from him, making Ling Huanwu's cheeks burn. She pleaded softly, "You're handsome... Zhou Jiuzhen, you're the most handsome..."
“Not sincere.” He picked her up and spun her around, letting her sit on a dilapidated bicycle in the house. He ran his fingertips across her reddened lips. “Say it ten more times, and each time you have to put your heart into it.”
Ling Huanwu glared at him, but softened the moment he leaned in to kiss her, and softly counted, "First, Zhou Jiuzhen is handsome... Second, Zhou Jiuzhen is the most handsome..."
Zhou Jiuzhen didn't speak again, but lowered his head to kiss her unfinished words. Her wet, long hair fell onto his chest, revealing a patch of dark skin...
outside the house.
A clap of thunder was followed by a torrential downpour.
Song Yaoyao stood in the rain, looking disheveled.
A flash of lightning illuminated her sinister face.
Song Yaoyao stood motionless at the door, staring at Ling Huanwu's door with eyes full of resentment.
Tomorrow is the day Zhao Jingxiang will come to inspect and deliver the first batch of goods. Now her cooperative has used up all its cloth coupons, and if she cannot deliver the goods, she will face imprisonment.
All of this was caused by Ling Huanwu.
If Ling Huanwu doesn't let her have an easy time, she will never let Ling Huanwu have an easy time either!
Song Yaoyao stood at the door until the heavy rain stopped before she finally took her numb legs and went home.
As soon as Zhou Shuyao saw her return, he threw another chair at her. "You can't run the cooperative well, you can't cook well, and now you can't even serve your old man properly? The child is asleep. Get over here and serve your old man well, and I might not beat you!"
Zhou Shuyao had drunk quite a bit of alcohol and was feeling dizzy, so much so that he could only see Song Yaoyao in a blur.
At this moment, Song Yaoyao was soaking wet, her clothes clinging tightly to her body, showing off her curvaceous figure.
Song Yaoyao, looking numb, took off her wet clothes and lay down on the empty bed next to the children...
Three minutes later, a drunken Zhou Shuyao collapsed onto Song Yaoyao and wailed, calling out Ling Huanwu's name the whole time.
"Huanhuan, I can't live without you!"
"Wife, I miss you so much. Please give me another baby girl, okay?"
"Huanhuan, please come back."
It wasn't until the very last step that he seemed to come to his senses, realizing he had lost his beloved. He got off Song Yaoyao and started washing himself repeatedly with water, crying as he washed like a madman.
"I'm sorry, Huanhuan, I'm dirty, I'm dirty, I'll wash myself clean right away..."
Song Yaoyao was already used to his crazy behavior.
It's utterly disgusting to have a woman on your mind but be unable to control your lower body.
The last bit of love she had for this man had long been worn away by the repeated domestic violence and his passionate calls to other women.
Song Yaoyao lay motionless until Zhou Shuyao cried himself to sleep before getting up.
Looking at the three children still fast asleep beside her, and Ling's parents sleeping soundly on the floor behind the curtain, she picked up a pen and wrote a letter on the table, imitating Ling Huanwu's handwriting.
Before leaving, she folded the letter and tucked it into the crack of the door, then groped her way out in the dark.
The heavy rain outside had stopped by then, and as I walked along the country road, the salty sea breeze and the aroma of earth filled my nostrils.
Song Yaoyao took a barrel of gasoline from her own cooperative's warehouse and headed straight for Ling Huanwu's cooperative.
When she arrived at the entrance of the cooperative, she saw a tall man in his forties sitting there, wrapped in clothes, guarding the gate.
After moving back to their family compound, Ling Huanwu and Zhou Jiuzhen hired Niu, a widower from the village whose wife had died more than 20 years ago, to guard the gate.
This was because the widower was very serious about his work; if he said he would keep watch, he really would.
Song Yaoyao hid the oil drum in the bushes, unbuttoned two buttons on her shirt, and swayed her hips as she walked towards the widower...
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