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“Hmm?”
Jiang Zhi Ning leaned forward slightly, looking at him with playful interest. Her eyes sparkled with amusement.
“You’re jealous?”
Looking at her stunningly beautiful face, Song Yuzhou nodded without hesitation.
“Mm, I’m jealous.”
His pretty little wife had liked Sheng Hao for ten years. Sheng Hao was young and handsome. He himself was older and already had kids.
In comparison, he felt like he had no advantage.
“You liked him for ten years. Why didn’t you marry him?” Song Yuzhou asked bluntly, a little bitter.
Seeing his sour expression, Jiang Zhi Ning chuckled softly.
“Why do you think?”
Song Yuzhou shook his head.
Jiang Zhi Ning didn’t tease him further and explained simply:
“Because I wasn’t the biological daughter of the Jiang family, so the engagement was given to Shen An’an.”
He remembered that when they went to the police station, the person who had harmed her was that same Shen An’an.
“Then… do you still like him?” Song Yuzhou asked cautiously.
Seeing the tension in his eyes, Jiang Zhi Ning shook her head.
“Not anymore. The Jiang Zhi Ning who liked him died at the bottom of the cliff.”
And she wasn’t wrong—the version of Jiang Zhi Ning who loved Sheng Hao had indeed died down there.
Gripping her wrist a little tighter, Song Yuzhou asked with restraint:
“Am I just your fallback option?”
Jiang Zhi Ning laughed and pinched his cheek.
“What nonsense are you thinking? I don’t like Sheng Hao anymore. Jiang Zhi Ning spent ten years simping for him, and that was enough. The one I like now is you.”
Song Yuzhou suddenly looked up, locking eyes with her.
“You like me?”
“Yeah. My man is handsome, has a great body, and is super sweet. Those eight-pack abs will keep me entertained for years. You’d have to be blind not to like someone like you.” Jiang Zhi Ning replied playfully.
Song Yuzhou blushed slightly from the praise.
“So don’t let me down,” she added with exaggerated seriousness.
“I won’t.” His voice was firm and sincere.
After Wang Yufen was arrested for trying to harm the regiment commander’s child, the charges were serious and she would be severely punished.
Following the incident, the other military spouses in the compound now viewed Jiang Zhi Ning as a clever city woman not to be messed with.
Which suited her just fine—it saved her from unnecessary trouble.
After lunch, Jiang Zhi Ning stared at a patch of land in the courtyard.
“What are you thinking about?” Song Yuzhou came over and supported her arm.
“I’m wondering if we should cultivate that patch of land and plant some vegetables and fruits, so we don’t have to keep buying groceries every day.” she said honestly.
She didn’t enjoy going to the market. In the modern world, she had just used apps for delivery.
But now, since grocery delivery wasn’t an option, she thought growing her own food was the next best thing.
Song Yuzhou nodded.
“Alright, I’ll get started tonight.”
“But growing vegetables is tiring.”
“You just worry about eating—I’ll do the rest.”
Hearing this, Jiang Zhi Ning’s eyes curved with joy.
In her past life, she never knew what it felt like to be loved and cared for. But here, in this book’s world, she finally experienced it.
“I’ve got some things to handle at the base. Stay home and rest.” Song Yuzhou instructed.
“Okay.” She nodded, lips pressed into a smile.
Just as Song Yuzhou was about to leave, Jiang Zhi Ning tugged on the hem of his shirt.
He looked at her, puzzled.
She leaned on his shoulder, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his cheek.
“Come home early. I’ll be waiting.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed. Not wanting to be outdone, Song Yuzhou gave her a kiss on the lips.
“Wait for me.”
Not far away, little Xixi covered her eyes with both hands, giggling. Then she peeked through her fingers with curiosity.
After Song Yuzhou left, Xixi ran over and clung to Jiang Zhi Ning.
“Mama, I want a kiss too!” she said sweetly.
“You little rascal.” Jiang Zhi Ning pinched her cheek, picked her up, and kissed her face, making Xixi laugh gleefully.
That evening, Jiang Zhi Ning was in their room wearing pajamas, holding a bottle of vitamin E lotion to moisturize her skin.
Her body was delicate and had been pampered from years of city living. The recent dry weather had made her skin uncomfortable.
As Song Yuzhou entered, he saw her pulling her pajamas aside to expose a fair shoulder. He quickly locked the door behind him.
“What is it?” she asked curiously.
“What if someone sees?”
“It’s late. Who’s going to walk into our room?” she teased.
Since Xixi’s injury, Song Chen had become even more protective, sticking to her every second after school.
“What are you applying?”
“Body lotion. My skin’s been dry these days. Why? Want to help me?” Jiang Zhi Ning blinked flirtatiously.
Without hesitation, Song Yuzhou said,
“Sure.”
She handed him the bottle. As he squeezed some lotion into his palm, Jiang Zhi Ning took off her top and lay down on the bed.
Song Yuzhou’s breath caught in his throat as his lotion-coated hands gently pressed onto her smooth back.
His callused hands glided across her skin, inch by inch, spreading the warm lotion.
His touch was firm but soothing—like a spa massage.
Jiang Zhi Ning propped her chin on her hand and glanced at him sideways. Under the warm, dim light, the atmosphere turned subtly seductive.
“Should I do the front too?” Song Yuzhou asked hoarsely.
Jiang Zhi Ning turned to face him.
“Sure.”
The moment she turned, revealing her curves, Song Yuzhou swallowed hard.
His hands slowly moved downward…