Chapter 49 Seeing his brother and sister-in-law's affectionate relationship, he was furious.
Zhou Jiuzhen carried Ling Huanwu on his back all the way home.
Ling Huanwu on his back was wearing the same military shirt and trousers he had left on the escort boat, and even the green tea leaves were his.
On the escort boat, Ling Huanwu, soaking wet, did not refuse the clothes he offered her.
Because she was prone to getting sick and catching colds, and didn't want to get injections or take medicine, she decisively wore his military shirt.
Zhou Jiuzhen's military shirt was very long.
When Ling Huanwu wore it, she looked like a child wearing an adult's clothes.
The hem of her shirt reached all the way to her knees.
Even the wide-brimmed bitter tea leaves had to be secured with a large knot, and the entire pair of military trousers even reached her chest.
On the way back, Ling Huanwu was so shy that she didn't dare to look up at anyone. She buried her head in his hard back, listening to the man's even breathing, and her heart was about to jump out of her throat.
He carried her steadily like that, and they walked very smoothly all the way.
As they approached the family compound, Ling Huanwu, fearing being seen by the women there, struggled to get down.
"If your subordinates' wives see this, they'll definitely make fun of you."
Zhou Jiuzhen was afraid she would fall, so he had no choice but to put her down.
“We are husband and wife. Although the marriage certificate has not been issued, we are a recognized couple. What do we have to be afraid of what others say?”
Zhou Jiuzhen's gaze fell on her smooth little feet on the sand, and his voice was muffled, "Why are you acting like a different person lately?"
How have I changed?
Ling Huanwu touched her neck, somewhat bewildered; she felt he had changed.
The big guy who used to fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow is now lifting dumbbells and doing push-ups every night, as if he wants her to know how strong he is.
Zhou Jiuzhen closed his eyes briefly without looking down at her. He just pursed his lips and gazed at the sunset on the horizon. He mumbled several times before managing to utter a few words with difficulty, "You...you used to smile at me before going to sleep, but not anymore!"
"So that's how it is."
Ling Huanwu suddenly realized.
It turned out that she had been busy with things in the fields and the farm these past few days, and hadn't flirted with him for several nights. He, who was used to being flirted with, suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Zhou Jiuzhen, who was usually a man of few words, continued his rambling, "Also, why didn't you come to me when you needed something? If we hadn't been on patrol there today, I wouldn't have known..."
Zhou Jiuzhen couldn't continue speaking; he was still filled with lingering fear and dared not imagine the consequences.
Seeing that he had finally finished speaking with his lips pursed, Ling Huanwu tiptoed closer to him, the corners of her lips curving upwards lightly, "Oh, okay, I'll smile for you now, alright?"
"You said your wife had something to do but didn't contact you, but she does now, the effects of the drug haven't worn off yet..."
As Ling Huanwu spoke, she lightly touched her lips with the tip of her index finger, her smile bright, "Can you kiss it?"
She emphasized the word "dear".
The cicadas chirping loudly in the roadside grass were like the restless hearts of the two people.
Once again, she put her arms around his waist, slipped barefoot into his military green canvas shoes, closed her eyes, and brought her bright red and moist lips close to his face, softer than the clouds on the horizon dyed red by the sunset.
As Zhou Jiuzhen stared intently at her with her eyes closed, the rosy light cast two butterfly-like shadows beneath her eyelashes. With the rhythm of his heartbeat, he slowly lowered his head and gently touched her lips.
Not far away, Zhou Shuyao watched as the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the two figures, gradually disappearing into their tightly intertwined forms as they drew closer and kissed.
This scene deeply stung Zhou Shuyao's eyes.
The menthol balm fell from his hand, breaking in two and revealing the yellow paste inside.
Just like his heart, it felt as if it had been torn in two, causing him so much pain that he could barely stand.
Zhou Shuyao turned around with a blank face, walked back in a daze, and finally ran in a daze.
For the first time in his life, he felt lost and helpless, not knowing why he felt so miserable.
He always felt that something incredibly important and precious was quietly slipping through his fingers, and no matter how hard he tried to grasp it, he could never hold onto it.
He kept running and running until he finally collapsed on the roadside, motionless.
Zhou Shuyao felt his face was wet and thought it was raining.
When I touched it, I found my face was covered in tears...
It was already dark when Song Yaoyao got home.
She was helped back from the seaside by her close friends, Aunt Xu and Aunt Gao Hui, who lived in the same residential compound.
The women who were digging for oysters eventually managed to rescue her from the sea.
But Song Yaoyao was already terrified, her legs were weak.
She originally thought that Zhou Shuyao would definitely come to the farm to find her after he finished work and saw that she hadn't gone home.
Unfortunately, by nightfall, all she found were two fake friends she had made in the family compound.
When Song Yaoyao returned home, two villagers carried Zhou Shuyao, who was drunk, back with them.
"Comrade Zhou seemed to be in a bad mood. He came to my house and drank a whole bottle of Erguotou. I was reluctant to drink that liquor."
The village committee member looked aggrieved, his face filled with the heartache of having his wine drunk up.
Despite the stench of alcohol and the urge to vomit, Song Yaoyao reluctantly pulled out a dollar from her purse to send the villagers away, and then began to wipe Zhou Shuyao's face with a towel.
Zhou Shuyao has been working every day these past few days, and he's gotten quite tanned.
Since becoming a father, he's become less carefree and starts to show concern for her from time to time.
After spending some time together, Song Yaoyao felt more and more that Zhou Shuyao was perfect in every way except for his excessive energy at night. She had made the right choice in this life.
I believe Zhou Shuyao will definitely make a name for himself sooner or later.
She had made up her mind. She planned to follow Ling Huanwu's example and go to Hong Kong with him after she had given birth and was a little older.
She won't be far from becoming the wife of the richest man in the world.
Song Yaoyao gently kissed his handsome, well-defined face.
The next second, Zhou Shuyao seemed to sense something and tilted his head to kiss her lips.
In an instant, all the unpleasantness that had just happened at the beach vanished from Song Yaoyao's mind.
I feel like a happy little woman again.
Until the man in front of her, as if he had been wronged, cupped her face and kissed her again and again, crying and whispering, "Huanhuan, Huanhuan."
The sweetness in Song Yaoyao's heart was shattered in an instant. She grabbed the tickle on the bed and started hitting him with it, wailing and crying as she did so, venting all the grievances she had suffered that day.
It slowly got dark outside.
After eating the rice cooked by Zhou Jiuzhen, Ling Huanwu prepared to wash the dishes.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Jiuzhen snatched her bowl, pressed her back onto the bed, squatted down at her feet, and took out a white medicine bottle and a bag of cotton swabs.
What are you doing?
Ling Huanwu was puzzled.
When he applied calamine lotion with white liquid to the itchy bumps on her legs, her heart trembled as if it had been scratched.
Zhou Jiuzhen looked up and stared at the several mosquito bites under her collarbone. He held up a cotton swab, hesitant to apply it, and finally said somewhat embarrassedly, "You can apply the rest yourself."
Ling Huanwu pouted, her voice alluring at the end, "But I can't see it..."
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