Chapter 16: Who Gave You Permission to Touch the Mole on My Lower Back?

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

Song Zhanjin’s strength was overwhelming—how could Lin Wanjun possibly fight back?

All she could do was voice a futile protest, which proved utterly useless. In no time, her clothes were lifted to her back, revealing her slender, pale waist—so delicate it could be encircled with one hand—under the dim light.

The man’s hand, rough with calluses from years of handling guns, traced lightly over the mole on her waist. It was a little cool, a little ticklish, making Lin Wanjun’s body tremble involuntarily, and the tips of her ears flush red.

Though she was a queen of sharp comebacks and prided herself on having watched countless films, theory and practice were clearly two very different things.

Even if she had seen every romantic action film from Japan, it couldn’t change the fact that she had been single since birth.

“Just this one mole?”

After a moment, Song Zhanjin finally released her, even considerately straightening her clothes.

Once freed, Lin Wanjun quickly stepped back several paces, clutching her wildly pounding heart.

“Are you blind? Didn’t you see the mole on my face? Didn’t you see the one on my neck?”

Her heart might have been in complete turmoil, but her sharp tongue remained unyielding—if anything, her embarrassment only stoked her anger.

Bastard. Who gave you permission to lift my clothes? Who gave you permission to touch the mole on my lower back?

Song Zhanjin’s eyes were deep and intense, fixed on Lin Wanjun as if they held a flickering flame.

He said, “I’m talking about the places outsiders can’t see—like that mole on your waist.”

After a pause, he added an explanation.

“In theory, we’re now an intimate married couple. I should know your body inside and out. Take tonight for example—I’m your husband, yet I didn’t even know you had a mole on your waist. Does that make sense to you?”

“Tonight, Big Sister stepped in to cover for us. But what about when we get to the military school? Things will be complicated there. If something like this happens again, won’t we be exposed?”

Being exposed might be the least of their worries—it could even bring trouble.

There was another reason Song Zhanjin didn’t say aloud: even someone like Luo Jinping, a toad, knew about the mole on Lin Wanjun’s waist, yet he himself was completely in the dark. That was infuriating.

Lin Wanjun understood exactly what Song Zhanjin meant.

Though her expression was displeased, she still rolled up her pant leg and pointed to a black mole on the inner side of her left thigh.

“Here.”

Then she tugged down her collar a little, indicating the mole beneath her collarbone.

“There’s one here too.”

Song Zhanjin studied carefully, memorizing the moles’ locations, colors, and sizes, then nodded and asked, “No more?”

Lin Wanjun choked back a retort, silently cursing the villainous female character.

Damn it, Lin Zhaodi—are you possessed by a mole ghost? How can you have so many moles?

Lower back, thigh, collarbone… and under the right breast.

Seeing Lin Wanjun’s sullen silence, Song Zhanjin knew there had to be more moles—hidden in even more private places.

He carefully chose his words, trying to reassure Lin Wanjun not to be nervous. After all, right? They were a legally married couple.

But before he could speak, Lin Wanjun had already unbuttoned her damp outer shirt, revealing a close-fitting floral camisole. Her skin shimmered like snow under the light.

She rolled up the hem of her camisole, revealing the red mole beneath her right breast.

In that instant, Song Zhanjin’s breath caught sharply.

He swallowed uncontrollably, his Adam’s apple moving up and down. After just a few seconds, he suddenly turned around.

“Got it. I’ll step outside—hurry up and change!”

Seeing Song Zhanjin’s reaction as if he’d encountered a raging flood, Lin Wanjun smirked and silently cursed the damn man.

Heh, just as expected from the male lead—even before any feelings have sprung between him and his official wife, he’s already guarding his purity like a jade.

After changing clothes and drying her hair, Lin Wanjun got into bed and lay down.

Half asleep, she heard Song Zhanjin push open the door and come in.

Too lazy to respond, Lin Wanjun turned over, facing away from Song Zhanjin, and fell asleep on her own.

Standing by the bed, Song Zhanjin gazed at Lin Wanjun’s back. Even wrapped in the blanket, he could still trace the outline of her graceful, enchanting figure in his mind.

There was no denying it—she was truly beautiful.

From the moment she rolled up her pant leg to show him the mole, he felt his blood rush faster throughout his body, though he still managed to control himself.

But when he saw the small red mole beneath her chest, something seemed to break through his defenses. With a thundering surge, his body felt as if it had caught fire.

He left in embarrassment, standing in the rain for a long time until Mother scolded him through the window for standing in the rain late at night like he was crazy. Only then did he return.

The fire in his heart seemed to have died down, but embers still remained—just a little breeze, and they would flare up again…

Before dawn, Lin Wanjun was awakened by Song Zhanjin.

“Junjun, it’s time to go!”

Song Zhanjin gently shook Lin Wanjun’s shoulder, his voice a little hoarse.

She opened her sleepy eyes, hugged the blanket, and sat up, yawning several times in a row.

“Here, get dressed first.”

Song Zhanjin handed the clothes to Lin Wanjun and picked up the shirt, preparing to help her put it on.

Half asleep and half awake, Lin Wanjun’s mind was a muddled mess as she lazily sat on the bed, letting Song Zhanjin help her put on her clothes.

Their things had long been packed; all that remained was to roll up the quilt and mattress and tie them with a hemp rope.

Yes, even if they were to trek two thousand miles, she insisted on bringing her own bedding!

Just as they were about to set off, a knock came from outside.

Song Zhanjin opened the door to see his cousin Li Guanyu standing there, eyes wary as he glanced around.

“Who told you to come? Didn’t we say not to come and see us off?”

Li Yuetang’s face darkened sharply when she saw her nephew enter. Closing the door, she lowered her voice.

“My father told me to come. I also wanted to see you off myself.”

Looking at his beloved aunt and thinking about the harsh, remote place they were heading to for reform labor, Li Guanyu felt uneasy.

He took out thirty jin of nationally accepted grain coupons from his pocket and pressed them into Li Yuetang’s hands.

But how could Li Yuetang accept them?

These days, no family was living well, and with more than a dozen people in her natal family, grain was more precious than anything else!

After some pushing and shoving, both nephew and aunt stubbornly refused to give in, neither able to convince the other.

In the end, Lin Wanjun snatched the grain coupons from Li Guanyu’s hand and slipped them into her own pocket.

“If you won’t take them, then I will!”

With her daughter-in-law holding the grain coupons, Li Yuetang had no choice but to remain silent.

Lin Wanjun went back to her room and returned carrying two large oil-paper packages.

One package was unmarked; the other had her eldest sister Lin Pandi’s name and address written on it.

“Cousin, please do me a favor and deliver this to my eldest sister.”

She handed the package with her eldest sister’s address to Li Guanyu, then stuffed the other package into his satchel.

“Give this to Uncle.”

The sky was already tinged with the light of dawn—it was time to set off.

“I should have escorted you to the train station, but…”

Li Guanyu didn’t continue. Changing the subject, he talked briefly about the troubles at the pharmaceutical factory.

“There’s been a mess at the factory these days—more than a dozen boxes of medicine and equipment have gone missing, and we can’t figure out how. It’s like a ghost is haunting us!”

Lin Wanjun looked shocked. “What? Your factory’s security department is so strict, they search everyone leaving. How could more than a dozen boxes just vanish into thin air?”

“Then why not report it to the police right away?”

Li Yuetang added.

“We did. The police asked us to report the value of the loss. Guess what? Although the thieves stole the goods, they left money behind. When we did the math, the factory actually made a few hundred yuan!”

Glancing at his wristwatch, Li Guanyu sighed helplessly. “The world’s not peaceful these days; you really run into all sorts of strange things. Well, it’s late now—you should get going to catch your train!”