Three Years of Marriage: Even a Military Union Must End in Divorce
Three Years of Marriage: Even a Military Union Must End in Divorce Chapter 35

Chapter 35: Delivering Food to Shen Mo (2)

    

“No need,” Shen Mo’s voice was cold and indifferent as he subtly avoided the doctor’s hand.

Masking her disappointment, Yan Liyue chuckled, trying to be playful, “Deputy Regiment Commander Shen, are you shy? To us doctors, men and women are equal.”

She reached out to undo the buttons on Shen Mo’s clothes.

Shen Mo blocked her hand and stood up.

At that moment, the door to the infirmary was suddenly pushed open.

Both Shen Mo and Yan Liyue instinctively looked towards the door.

Shen Mo’s throat tightened, his voice a bit hoarse, and he blurted out, “Wife, why are you here?”

Yan Liyue was stunned when she heard him call the suddenly appearing woman his wife.

Jiang Ning leaned against the doorframe, swinging the lunchbox in her hand with a meaningful expression, “Since you didn’t come home for lunch, I brought you food. Can’t I come?”

Being stared at and accused by his wife, Shen Mo suddenly felt a bit guilty, especially since he had come home very late last night, left early this morning, and didn’t come home for lunch.

“You can come anytime,” he said.

In truth, he wanted to reset his mood. If his wife saw him every day… But since she wasn’t ready yet, he thought it was better to avoid her.

Jiang Ning entered the infirmary, “I heard you sprained your ligament, so I came to check on you.”

When she arrived at the door of the infirmary, she heard a female voice inside. Especially when she heard the other woman telling Shen Mo not to be shy, Jiang Ning pushed the door open.

But the scene before her wasn’t disappointing. At least Shen Mo was maintaining his integrity, not letting another woman touch him.

Jiang Ning walked into the infirmary and handed the lunchbox to Shen Mo, asking, “Where did you sprain?”

Shen Mo pointed to his shoulder.

He had slightly lost focus while going over an obstacle, which led to the sprain, but it wasn’t a serious injury.

Jiang Ning pressed on the spot he indicated, but Shen Mo didn’t even flinch. However, the stunned Yan Liyue spoke up, “Don’t press on his injury.”

Jiang Ning didn’t even look at her and pressed on his shoulder again, asking, “Does it hurt?”

Meeting his wife’s gaze, Shen Mo suddenly felt the lunchbox in his hand become uncomfortably hot.

“No, it doesn’t hurt. It’s just a minor sprain. Some medicated oil and a bit of massage will do the trick,” he said.

“Hello, do you have any medicated oil?” Jiang Ning turned to the female doctor, “I know some massage techniques. I can treat his injury.”

Jiang Ning’s words immediately cut off anything Yan Liyue was about to say.

Yan Liyue stood in the infirmary, feeling awkward and out of place, even though it was her domain.

But ever since this beautiful woman entered the infirmary, Shen Mo hadn’t looked at her once.

‘Growl~’

Hearing the sound of his stomach, Jiang Ning opened the lunchbox lid. The bright red braised pork floated on the surface with oil beads, emitting a fragrant steam.

Shen Mo’s appetite was immediately stirred. Although he wasn’t very hungry before, seeing the food his wife brought made him feel ravenous.

Jiang Ning handed him the chopsticks.

Then she turned to the female doctor, who was still standing there, and asked in confusion, “You don’t have any?”

“Yes, I do,” Yan Liyue nodded, then stiffly turned to open the transparent cabinet and took out a bottle of medicated oil.

Jiang Ning reached out to take it, but the doctor didn’t let go.

Yan Liyue insisted, “Are you sure you know how to massage? Maybe I should do it. If the pressure is wrong, it won’t be effective.”

“No need, I can do it,” Jiang Ning replied.

Jiang Ning hadn’t expected Shen Mo’s admirer to be so persistent. Of course, with a face like Shen Mo’s, it was no surprise he attracted attention.

She tilted her head and smiled, “Besides, only I should see my husband’s body. How can I let another woman see it?”

“Cough! Cough, cough, cough—”

Hearing this, Shen Mo choked on the spicy pickled cabbage in his mouth, his face turning red from coughing.

Yan Liyue’s expression changed, and seeing the red chili in Shen Mo’s bowl, she blurted out, “Why is there chili? Deputy Regiment Commander Shen doesn’t eat spicy food.”

She remembered that winter when Shen Mo saved their medical reserve team. They had been driving back, and Shen Mo hadn’t eaten anything for two days. Since their reserve team didn’t have much food, she had given Shen Mo a chili.

Then Shen Mo had refused, saying he couldn’t eat spicy food.

Hearing this, Jiang Ning looked at Yan Liyue in surprise. Shen Mo couldn’t eat spicy food?

But he had eaten the spicy boiled fish so happily that day.

“You don’t eat spicy food?” Jiang Ning asked Shen Mo.

Shen Mo looked at her, thought about the situation, and decided to answer truthfully, “Not really.”

“Oh…” Jiang Ning pulled the trash can over, “Then you should throw away the chili and cabbage. I cooked it quite spicy.”

Yan Liyue smirked inwardly, feeling a bit pleased. This woman didn’t even know Shen Mo’s eating habits; they were bound to get a divorce eventually.

Then she saw Shen Mo eat a piece of the red chili.

Jiang Ning was stunned, looking at Shen Mo with a puzzled expression.

Hadn’t he said he couldn’t eat spicy food?

Everyone’s tastes were different, and if he couldn’t eat spicy food, she wouldn’t force him.

“Chili stimulates the taste buds and makes the meal more appetizing; I can eat two more bowls of rice,” Shen Mo said to Jiang Ning, “Even if it’s spicy, your cooking is delicious, wife.”

Jiang Ning had always thought this man was tongue-tied, but his sudden compliment left her speechless.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable under his intense gaze, she coughed lightly, “If it’s delicious, then eat more.”

Yan Liyue’s smug expression froze on her face, and she said awkwardly, “I’ll leave now. Once you’re done with the medicated oil, you can go.”

She quickly opened the infirmary door and left as if escaping.

With no one else around, Jiang Ning asked Shen Mo to sit down and then stood in front of him, reaching out to undo the button on his collar.

Shen Mo was stunned.

Jiang Ning urged him, “Why aren’t you eating?”

“Nothing,” Shen Mo continued eating.

But she was too close, so close that the skin on his forehead could feel her warm breath. The infirmary, which had been filled with the smell of disinfectant, was now replaced by the fragrance of the girl standing before him.

After undoing the top button, Jiang Ning crouched down to undo the bottom one.

Shen Mo’s already unsteady heartbeat suddenly became more intense, his breathing heavier, his eyes dark. When it came to the last button, Shen Mo finally couldn’t take it anymore.

Jiang Ning was abruptly pulled up by him, and he then pulled down the clothes on his shoulder to expose the sprained area, “This… this is enough. Actually, there’s no need to worry. It’s inevitable to get bruises and injuries during training. It’ll be fine in a couple of days.”

Seeing him with his shoulder half exposed and looking awkward, Jiang Ning couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

It felt like she was teasing a virtuous man… no, a virtuous man-like figure.

Looking at the bruised joint, she pressed on it to make sure no bones were injured, then opened the bottle of medicated oil. The smell of the oil wasn’t very pleasant; it was a bit pungent due to the mixed ingredients, and she guessed its effectiveness wasn’t particularly good.

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