The Spoiled Military Wife Reigns Supreme, Her Officer Husband Can’t Take It
The Spoiled Military Wife Reigns Supreme, Her Officer Husband Can’t Take It Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Aren’t Married Couples Supposed to Sleep in the Same Bed?

“The conditions in the family housing compound are actually pretty good—not as bad as I imagined,” Ye Muqi said with a smile as she changed into slippers and looked at Rong Jingchen approaching.

Everyone had made a big deal about how tough life in the military district would be, but the place Rong Jingchen had was comparable to any regular home. Even the apartment Ye Huihui’s family rented wasn’t this nice.

“You… are you sleeping in this room?” Rong Jingchen stood at the door of the guest bedroom.

He was a little puzzled to see Ye Muqi choose the guest room without a second thought, without even glancing at the master bedroom.

Aren’t married couples supposed to sleep in the same bed?

Since they were supposed to be starting a proper life together, why was she choosing the guest room?

And based on how she felt about him… wasn’t she supposed to be eager to crawl into his bed?

“Yeah, this one’s pretty good too. About the same size as the master bedroom,” Ye Muqi nodded, her eyes clear as she looked at him.

“…”

Looking into those clear eyes, Rong Jingchen suddenly felt like he was the one overthinking it!

Well… it was a little inappropriate to suddenly have a young woman share a room with him.

“You’ve been on the road all day. Let’s get something to eat,” Rong Jingchen said as he saw her still rummaging through her suitcase, then turned toward the kitchen.

Rong Jingchen usually ate in the mess hall at the base and rarely came home. Since he’d taken so many days off, there was hardly anything left in the house.

He searched the kitchen and finally found a single pack of noodles.

He looked at it, boiled some water, and figured they’d just make do with noodles.

Ye Muqi had just finished putting her things away and followed him into the kitchen, only to see Rong Jingchen standing in front of the stove, holding noodles and watching the boiling water with a seriousness that looked more like he was going to war than making a meal.

She couldn’t help but laugh. Rong Jingchen clearly didn’t know how to cook—he didn’t even have a mixing bowl ready.

“Let me do it,” Ye Muqi offered, worried they’d end up with plain boiled noodles that didn’t even taste good.

As a chef, she couldn’t tolerate poorly made food entering her mouth.

One glance at the pot told her she’d arrived just in time.

That was way too much water—as if he were cooking for four or five people.

“Mm…” Rong Jingchen didn’t argue. He really wasn’t good at cooking. “I always eat at the base canteen.”

Back when he first joined the military ten years ago, things weren’t as good as they are now. Having food at all was already a luxury. As for noodles—so long as they filled the stomach, taste was secondary.

“I can tell,” Ye Muqi nodded. “Why don’t you go take a shower first? I’ll finish cooking by the time you’re done.”

She set the noodles down, poured out half of the water he had boiled, and spoke calmly.

She had already checked—there was only one bathroom in the house, not like modern homes where there’s a master en suite. It was already late, and if they both waited until after dinner to shower, who knows how long it would take?

“Okay.”

Ye Muqi quickly searched through the kitchen, confirmed there really weren’t any vegetables, then peeked out and listened for the sound of running water in the bathroom. Feeling assured, she pulled some eggs and cucumbers out of her secret space.

She fried the eggs sunny-side up to top the noodles and smashed the cucumber with some salt to marinate.

When the noodles were ready, she drained the excess water from the cucumbers and tossed them with a special sauce she’d just whipped up—a simple but delicious smashed cucumber salad.

As she brought the noodles to the table, Rong Jingchen came out from his shower, fully dressed, though his hair was still wet.

Ye Muqi’s gaze involuntarily drifted to his abdomen. Her mind flashed back to when she’d seen his bare torso back at the Rong house.

Hard to believe that underneath those clothes were eight-pack abs.

“Come eat,” she said, pushing a large bowl of noodles toward him and bringing over the cucumber salad.

It was simple but delicious. The noodles were perfectly cooked—not mushy, not too firm. The cucumber salad was crisp and refreshing with a hint of spice.

“Where did you get the eggs and cucumbers?” Rong Jingchen asked curiously. He was sure he’d already checked the kitchen, and there were only noodles.

“Oh… they were in my suitcase. No idea when my parents packed them in. Good thing they weren’t crushed,” Ye Muqi replied calmly.

She had already prepared her excuse before taking anything out of the space.

Xia Ying had packed her such a big suitcase, even she didn’t know what was in it—let alone Rong Jingchen.

He didn’t suspect a thing. The food smelled too good, and he was hungry, so he simply lowered his head and focused on eating.

The two of them finished the noodles and cucumber salad completely. Rong Jingchen got up to collect the bowls.

“I’ll wash them.”

Ye Muqi didn’t object. Since she cooked, it made sense he’d do the dishes. So she returned to her room, grabbed her pajamas, towel, and toiletries, and went to the bathroom.

After washing the dishes and wiping down the table, Rong Jingchen came out, but Ye Muqi still hadn’t finished. He waited outside.

Ye Muqi had always taken long showers. This one lasted about 20 minutes. When she came out, her hair was tied into a bun on top of her head, and she wore a white short-sleeved nightdress that reached just above her knees.

As the bathroom door opened, a wave of steam followed her, making her look like a little fairy walking on clouds.

The air was filled with the fragrance of body wash, completely different from Rong Jingchen’s basic soap—sweet and intoxicating, enveloping the small house in an ambiguous mood.

Ye Muqi’s face was flushed, likely from the hot water, making her look like she had naturally blushed cheeks. Her misty eyes and soft gaze only added to her subtle allure.

“…” Rong Jingchen’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. Even though she was fully clothed, the residual heat from the bathroom seemed to cling to her.

He awkwardly turned his head and took a big gulp of water.

“Huh? Why aren’t you sleeping yet?” Ye Muqi asked, surprised to see him still sitting at the table.

There wasn’t even a TV in the house. What was he doing in this empty living room—just staring into space?

And that wooden chair was hardly as comfortable as a bed.

“I’ll brush my teeth and go to bed soon,” Rong Jingchen said without looking at her, still sipping water.

“Oh…” So he’d been waiting because she’d hogged the bathroom for too long.

“By the way, your leave is over—do you have to return to the base for training tomorrow?” Ye Muqi asked.

“Yes.”

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