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Song Yuzhou’s pupils dilated, and the hand hanging by his side clenched involuntarily.
“Hmm?” he managed to make a sound, but his voice lacked its usual calmness.
“Does tonight count as our wedding night?” Jiang Zhi Ning asked lazily.
As she spoke, her hand gave his chest a squeeze.
Song Yuzhou grunted and caught her mischievous hand, lowering his head to look at her, his voice husky:
“Don’t mess around.”
Jiang Zhi Ning lifted her head, her lips brushing the corner of his mouth as she smiled sweetly.
“I’m just exercising my rights as your wife.”
Song Yuzhou’s breath grew hot—he could feel his body’s reaction.
“Don’t tempt me,” he warned in a rough voice.
He was a man, after all. Even though he had never touched a woman before, that didn’t mean he was immune.
Sensing the fire she’d ignited, Jiang Zhi Ning’s gaze sparkled as she provocatively said,
“Comrade Yuzhou, if you can resist even this… could it be that you’re… not up to it—mmph!”
Before she could finish, Song Yuzhou could no longer hold back his burning desire and sealed her lips with his.
His kiss—wild and intense—didn’t match his usual calm demeanor. It was like a raging fire, threatening to consume her.
As the kiss deepened, his hands began to move of their own accord, exploring her body.
His rough, calloused palms glided slowly over her fair, soft skin.
His warm lips trailed from her mouth down to the hollow of her neck.
His deep breath fell hot against her sensitive skin.
“I might hurt you,” he warned between heavy breaths, his eyes flickering with heat.
It was the last shred of restraint he had—seeking her consent.
“I’m not that delicate,” Jiang Zhi Ning teased. “What kind of man skips the wedding night?”
Song Yuzhou gave her a firm squeeze, voice hoarse:
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
With those words, he stopped holding back and sank his teeth into the curve of her neck with fervor.
Though he was inexperienced, his military instincts made him bold and unrelenting—like a beast charging forward.
His strong hands gripped and explored her greedily.
As his breath grew heavier, Jiang Zhi Ning’s soft moans flowed like music in the dark.
By dawn, she lay limp and sore, feeling as though every bone in her body had been taken apart.
She slowly opened her eyes to the warmth of hot water being wiped gently across her body.
She saw Song Yuzhou crouched beside the bed, holding a basin of water, gently helping her clean up with full concentration.
Seeing his focused expression, Jiang Zhi Ning’s face flushed with heat.
Noticing her gaze, Song Yuzhou looked up and—his voice uncharacteristically tender—asked,
“Does it hurt?”
Remembering last night, she covered her face in embarrassment.
“What do you think?”
She had heard that the first time would hurt, but she hadn’t expected it to be that painful.
Peeking through her fingers, her gaze drifted downward—only then did she understand why he had been so insistent last night.
This man… was formidable.
Song Yuzhou looked a bit embarrassed himself. He hadn’t expected to turn into such an insatiable beast either.
After gently cleaning her, he tucked her in and said softly,
“Go back to sleep. I won’t disturb you.”
“Mmm.” Jiang Zhi Ning, still drowsy, murmured in reply.
She had barely slept the night before and had only caught a bit of rest at dawn. Now, exhaustion completely took over.
Just as Song Yuzhou was about to get up, he felt his fingers being tugged.
He looked down to see Jiang Zhi Ning lazily gazing at him.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to wash the sheets,” he replied honestly.
A smile curled at her lips.
“Then… give me a kiss first.”
His face warmed, but he didn’t refuse. He bent down and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips.
Seeing his awkward but cooperative manner, Jiang Zhi Ning’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
This man is learning.
Feeling cleaner and more comfortable now—and still very sleepy—Jiang Zhi Ning quickly drifted off.
Looking at the fatigue etched in her face, Song Yuzhou’s eyes softened with heartache. He picked up the soiled bedsheets and headed outside.
The military housing compound was organized by rank. As a regimental commander with a large family, Song Yuzhou had been assigned one of the better houses—a small courtyard of his own.
As he washed the sheets in the courtyard, a voice suddenly called out:
“Commander Song, why are you doing the laundry?”
Song Yuzhou turned his head and saw Aunt Zhang (Wang Yufen) entering the courtyard, looking shocked.
“It’s nothing,” he replied, continuing to scrub the sheets.
Wang Yufen caught sight of the bloodstains on the bedsheets and instantly scolded:
“This kind of dirty chore should be done by a woman! A man is the head of the household—how can you be washing that?!”
Her loud voice drew in nearby neighbors.
“How could the new bride let her husband wash that kind of thing? How shameless,” grumbled Aunt Lin.
“That’s right! Commander Song, now that you’ve married a new wife, you can’t spoil her like this or she’ll get out of control!”
More and more voices chimed in.
Song Yuzhou’s face turned serious.
“There’s no such thing as a woman’s job.”
“Commander Song, it’s always been the woman’s role to manage the home. Just look at that sheet—blood! Men shouldn’t even touch it—it’s bad luck! And she’s still not even up yet? What a lazy woman. Bringing someone like that home—what, to freeload?” Wang Yufen huffed, leading the charge.
Song Yuzhou looked around at their bickering faces and said coldly,
“Aunties, this is my family’s private matter. How my wife and I get along is between us.”
Seeing his serious expression, the women reluctantly quieted down.
“We’re just worried about you, that’s all. Don’t want you jinxed or anything,” they muttered, awkwardly dispersing.
As they left, he turned back and continued washing the sheets.
Meanwhile, whispers began to spread through the compound.
“Commander Song spoils his wife too much. He’ll end up whipped for sure.”
“Yeah, but what decent girl would marry a man with three kids? I bet she’ll run off sooner or later,” Wang Yufen sneered.
She couldn’t hide her bitterness—her own husband had spent all evening praising how beautiful Jiang Zhi Ning was and saying how lucky Song Yuzhou was. That had seriously gotten under her skin.
“She’s just a vixen—can’t let her get too comfortable here,” Wang Yufen muttered to herself.
After finishing the laundry, Song Yuzhou carried the basin to the clothesline and neatly spread the sheet out to dry.
The gossip about him washing the bloodstained sheet spread quickly among the compound’s women.
But Song Yuzhou remained calm and unaffected, as if none of it concerned him.
In his eyes, how he and his wife chose to live was their own business—no one else had a say.
When he returned home, he found a woman standing inside the house.
Upon hearing his footsteps, the woman turned around. Her face lit up with shyness as she said,
“Brother Yuzhou, why didn’t you come to my house last night?”