Chapter 131: Wife, I also want candy  

Jiang Rou put down the needle and thread in her hand and moved closer to Zhou Zhongshan.  

There was a significant height difference between her and the man, who stood over 1.9 meters tall.  

When looking at him, she not only had to stand on her tiptoes but also lift her head.  

Jiang Rou’s bright eyes gazed at Zhou Zhongshan’s face, moving from his high, straight nose upward until they settled between his brows and eyes.  

She asked softly,  

“Are you jealous?”  

Zhou Zhongshan’s dark eyes flickered, and only then did he realize something.  

That sentence just now had actually slipped out instinctively.  

He hadn’t even thought about it.  

But now that Jiang Rou pointed it out, upon reflecting on it, it did seem to be the case.  

Jiang Rou was mending his old clothes, yet she was busy making new clothes for the children.  

Wasn’t this a clear case of favoritism?  

Just slightly, he seemed to feel a bit sour.  

Before getting married, Zhou Zhongshan would have never imagined that someone as rough and straightforward as himself would one day become so sentimental.  

It did not match his tough personality at all.  

Perhaps, after sharing the same bed with Jiang Rou for so long, certain parts of him had softened, just like her.  

Zhou Zhongshan dazedly pondered over this thought.  

When he snapped out of it, his deep, dark eyes met Jiang Rou’s bright, sparkling gaze.  

His Adam’s apple moved quickly.  

“Wife, you’ve been spending a bit too much time with Xiaochuan and Xiaohua lately.”  

Although Zhou Zhongshan did not directly admit that he was jealous, this sentence was, in a way, a subtle admission.  

The rough man was, indeed, jealous.  

Jiang Rou narrowed her eyes, her smile growing even more cheerful.  

Since this old man was feeling jealous, she might as well coax him.  

“That’s because you’re not home during the day. I spend the most time with Xiaochuan and Xiaohua, so naturally, I tend to the children more. Don’t be sour, have something sweet instead.”  

Jiang Rou pulled out a fruit candy from somewhere.  

A red one.  

Its candy wrapper gleamed brightly.  

She unwrapped it and brought the candy to Zhou Zhongshan’s lips.  

“Ah, open your mouth.”  

“I can do it myse—”  

Zhou Zhongshan mumbled, but Jiang Rou had already stuffed the candy into his mouth.  

Her soft palm even covered his lips.  

“You must eat this candy. No spitting it out. Keep it in your mouth properly. This is our wedding candy.”  

Previously, when they bought a large batch of wedding candy in the city, Jiang Rou and Zhou Zhongshan had given most of it away, keeping only a small portion.  

Jiang Rou had stored them in the cabinet, planning to enjoy them slowly.  

She had even picked them out—only the ones wrapped in red candy paper remained, making them look festive and joyful.  

Even the leftover candy wrappers were not wasted. Jiang Rou could cut them up to make a kaleidoscope or fold them into butterfly wings. They would look lovely as hair clips for little girls.  

There were plenty of uses for them~  

With the candy melting in his mouth, Zhou Zhongshan tasted the sweetness spreading across his tongue.  

When he thought about how Jiang Rou said this was their wedding candy, the tip of his tongue instinctively brushed against the candy.  

Sweet.  

Just like Jiang Rou.  

Jiang Rou’s way of coaxing this old man was top-notch.  

And she wasn’t done yet.  

“Husband, don’t get into bed just yet. Wait for me a moment.”  

Jiang Rou stepped away and busied herself for a while.  

When she returned, she carried a notebook, a pencil, and a roll of measuring tape in her hands.  

She patted Zhou Zhongshan’s chest and commanded, “Turn around. I need to measure your shoulder width first.”  

Wuwu.  

She touched his chest muscles. The feel was really nice.  

While comforting the old man, Jiang Rou didn’t forget to give herself a little bonus.  

With a body like this, what woman wouldn’t like it?  

With a candy silencing him, Zhou Zhongshan turned around quietly, avoiding Jiang Rou’s gaze.  

Jiang Rou remained on tiptoe, holding the measuring tape from one end of Zhou Zhongshan’s shoulder to the other.  

She carefully noted down the measurements, speaking softly as she worked.  

“When we bought the fabric, didn’t we agree that Xiaochuan and Xiaohua would get new clothes, and you would too? … Don’t raise your arms, just let them hang naturally.”  

The measuring tape slid from his shoulder down to his wrist.  

“I need to practice first, so I started with Xiaochuan and Xiaohua’s clothes. By the time I get to yours, I should have learned enough to make it perfectly… Alright, you can turn back now.”  

The measuring tape landed on Zhou Zhongshan’s chest again, just in a different position this time.  

“Company Commander He’s wife is truly amazing. She made several design drafts for Xiaochuan and Xiaohua’s clothes, and all of them were so professional. When I make yours, I’ll ask her to draw a few more. We’ll definitely pick the best-looking design for you…”  

From the collar to the hem, Jiang Rou continued speaking softly while her hands never stopped moving.  

She multitasked effortlessly, carefully recording the measurements just as Song Qingqian had taught her.  

Then—  

Only one last measurement remained.  

Jiang Rou said, “Zhongshan, lift your arms. I need to measure your chest circumference.”  

Zhou Zhongshan raised both arms.  

He was tall and broad, his body packed with firm muscles. His chest was naturally well-defined and solid.  

Jiang Rou held the measuring tape in one hand and attempted to wrap it around Zhou Zhongshan’s chest, only to realize that one hand wasn’t enough.  

She had no choice but to use both hands.  

One on the left, one on the right, encircling him.  

At that moment—  

It was as if Jiang Rou had voluntarily spread her arms wide and tightly embraced Zhou Zhongshan.  

Her fingertips brushed against his back as she passed the measuring tape from her right hand to her left.  

Just as she made contact—  

Suddenly, a firm grip tightened around her waist.  

Zhou Zhongshan had pulled her into his embrace.  

Their bodies pressed closely together, leaving no space between them.  

A wave of scorching heat rushed from Zhou Zhongshan’s chest, enveloping Jiang Rou entirely.  

His burning body temperature seared into her, making her fingertips tremble. The measuring tape almost slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor.  

“Zhongshan…”  

Jiang Rou called his name softly.  

Just two simple syllables, yet the way she murmured them made them sound warm and sticky—like they were coated in melted sugar.

The one truly tasting the sweetness, Zhou Zhongshan, spoke in a deep, hoarse voice.  

“Wife, the candy is gone. I still want more.”  

The candy ball had melted away, its sweetness fading from his mouth.  

As Zhou Zhongshan spoke, his firm chest rose and fell, pressing against Jiang Rou’s own.  

Oh, dear…  

It was getting even hotter…  

She could barely breathe.  

Jiang Rou’s face flushed bright red.  

At this moment, her mind had turned into a tangled mess of cotton, nearly forgetting the measuring tape in her hand and what she had been doing just now.  

“The candy… There’s more in the cabinet. I’ll get it for you—”  

But Zhou Zhongshan didn’t let go.  

He lowered his head, moving closer to the side of Jiang Rou’s neck, brushing against her reddened ear.  

Then, he placed a light kiss there.  

A warm breath drifted over her skin.  

“Wife, I don’t want that kind of candy.”  

Jiang Rou dazedly lifted her head, meeting Zhou Zhongshan’s dark eyes.  

Within them, a surging heat swirled, deep and overwhelming.  

It was fierce, possessive—threatening to consume her whole.  

Her mind was muddled, and though she knew this old man was setting a trap, she still responded softly, her voice delicate and sweet.  

“Then… then what do you want to eat?”