Chapter 11: When a Woman Takes the Initiative, It’s Truly Frightening

The date for going to the Cadre School for reformation had already been set—just ten days from now.

Lin Wanjun carefully checked the supplies in her Spatial Ring, going over the inventory again and again, adding to it from time to time.

The medical stock was basically complete: cold medicine, fever reducers, blood pressure and blood sugar medications, as well as the scarce penicillin and the hormone treatments Li Yuetang would need…

A dozen quilts and more than twenty bolts of fabric were stacked into a small mountain, while clothes for all four seasons filled the walk-in closet of the White House presidential suite.

But the most important staples—rice, flour, and cooking oil—were still far from enough. With her current reserves, they would last a family of four only two to three months, not to mention the lack of chicken, duck, fish, and meat.

Still, Lin Wanjun was not anxious. She already had a plan in mind and intended to make a big move before leaving.

Before, when they lived in the little red building inside the Military Courtyard, the bedroom had been spacious and luxurious. Song Zhanjin and Lin Wanjun could even sleep in separate beds. But now…

There was only one bed in the room, and it was far less roomy than the one in the Courtyard—barely a meter and a half wide.

After washing up, Song Zhanjin pushed the door open and stepped inside, only to see Lin Wanjun sitting on the bed, smiling mischievously at him.

“How should we handle this? There’s no imperial concubine’s couch here, so how is our exhausted Company Commander Song supposed to sleep tonight?”

The corner of Song Zhanjin’s mouth twitched slightly.

He had realized something—this woman had eight hundred little schemes, each one craftier than the last, and nothing delighted her more than seeing him in a bind.

“What do you suggest, then?”

After a brief pause, he tossed the question back to Lin Wanjun.

Her eyes rolled playfully, and she said with a grin, “Do you still remember our wedding night? Hmm? What condition did I set back then?”

How could Song Zhanjin possibly forget?

This maddening woman had actually demanded five yuan for sharing a bed—a complete inversion of heaven and earth!

Seeing the deep frown on his face, Lin Wanjun reached out her hand, laughing aloud.

“Come on, come on, hand over the money, or you’re not getting on this bed!”

A sharp retort was already on the tip of his tongue, but when he caught the lively charm in her eyes and smile, Song Zhanjin suddenly changed his mind.

He pulled out five yuan and placed it into her hand. “Now can I?”

“Of course! Cash in one hand, bed in the other!”

Lin Wanjun shifted over, making room for Song Zhanjin on one side of the bed.

But the next moment, he pulled her straight into his arms. The world spun, and she suddenly found herself trapped between the wooden bedframe and his chest.

“Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?!”

She pounded her fists against his chest, but the man’s muscles were as solid as steel plates—her strength made no difference at all.

“What am I doing? You tell me—what do you think I’m doing? Don’t forget what’s included in that five-yuan service!”

His nose was nearly touching hers, their bodies pressed so close that their warmth mingled, and the air in the room seemed to grow hotter all at once.

“Five yuan isn’t just the price for simply lying here and sleeping. It’s for… fulfilling marital duties.”

His voice was slightly hoarse, his breath spilling warmly against her cheek, tickling and making the lifelong-single PhD’s scalp prickle.

Yamete!

“Cash in one hand, bed in the other—that’s what you said yourself!”

Bracing himself with one hand on the bed, Song Zhanjin placed the other on the buttons of Lin Wanjun’s nightclothes.

The man’s muscles were taut and solid, and Lin Wanjun had no doubt about Song Zhanjin’s strength—if he so much as applied a little force, her buttons would go flying in all directions.

Her nightclothes might even be torn into strips…

A wise person knows when to yield!

Upholding her personal motto for dealing with life, Lin Wanjun gave a sly grin, her expression fawning yet endearing.

“A harmonious society rejects anything indecent!”

Indecent?

It took Song Zhanjin several seconds to process the meaning of this new term.

He really wanted to pry open this little woman’s head and see what was inside—how could she string together two completely unrelated characters into something like that?

“What do you mean, indecent? We’re a legally married couple—fulfilling our duties is perfectly proper, isn’t it?”

He smirked as he hooked a finger under the collar of Lin Wanjun’s nightclothes.

“Aren’t you always jealous? Perfect—tonight I’ll prove myself with action!”

Prove your damn legs!

Lin Wanjun was cursing Song Zhanjin in her heart, but her expression remained perfectly calm.

Hah, trying to scare me?

With such a huge mess going on in the Song family, I don’t believe you’re really in the mood to do that.

So she put on a syrupy sweet smile, lifted her arms to wrap them around Song Zhanjin’s neck, and breathed softly into his ear.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Come on, Husband!”

As she spoke, she reached straight for the waistband of his trousers.

When a woman takes the initiative, it’s truly frightening—Song Zhanjin, who had been steady as Mount Tai moments before, was completely thrown off. He flipped over to sit upright, clutching tightly at his waistband like a chaste, virtuous man guarding his purity.

“What’s wrong? Come on, fulfill your marital duties—I can’t let you pay for nothing!”

Lin Wanjun pressed her advantage like a shameless little rogue, forcing Song Zhanjin to retreat step by step.

In the end, she couldn’t hold back anymore. Collapsing onto the bed, she burst out laughing.

Her laughter was infectious. Song Zhanjin, who had been on guard a moment ago, also showed a helpless smile and reached out to ruffle the top of her head.

“At a time like this, you still have the mood to joke around? You really are a carefree little fool.”

After their playful scuffle, the two turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Next door, Li Yuetang had heard the young couple’s laughter. She, who had been feeling heavy and joyless, now curved her lips into a faint smile, her mood lightened considerably.

“Before the wedding, everyone said Junjun had a bad temper. I said it didn’t matter, but in my heart, I was always uneasy. Now it seems we really did get the right daughter-in-law.”

Song Mingcheng nodded, sighing. “Junjun may look willful, spoiled, and unreasonable, but she’s actually very clever and sensible. It’s just a pity that she’ll have to suffer hardships with our family.”

The next morning, Lin Wanjun was still in bed when she heard shouting and cursing outside.

Listening carefully for a while, she figured it out—it was the evil supporting female’s own mother causing trouble.

Back when they lived in the Military Courtyard, Song Mingcheng had been a high-ranking commander, and they didn’t have the guts to stir up trouble. But now that the Song family was in difficulty, it was inevitable they would face the scene of a tiger fallen to the flatlands, bullied by dogs.

Fine, since the Chen family’s bunch of oafs had come knocking for a beating, she might as well oblige them!

In the courtyard, Lin Yaozu—hotter than a gas canister ready to blow—was smashing things, spewing filthy curses from his mouth.

Behind him, the evil supporting female’s father, Lin Guoqian, and mother, Bai Guixiang, wore smug, provocative expressions, openly encouraging their son’s brutish behavior.

Li Yuetang was off to the side, trying to patiently speak calming words, but Lin Yaozu suddenly gave her a hard shove. If Lin Wanjun hadn’t caught her in time, Li Yuetang would likely have fallen to the ground.

“What’s all this racket?!”

Lin Wanjun, holding a back scratcher in hand, made a few feints in front of Lin Yaozu’s face, scaring him so badly that he covered his mouth and stumbled backward.

These days, the back scratcher had become Lin Yaozu’s forbidden zone.

Seeing the back scratcher, Lin Yaozu couldn’t help but recall the scene of Lin Wanjun jabbing it into his mouth—his throat and tongue instantly ached at the memory.

When Bai Guixiang saw Lin Wanjun come out, she stepped forward a few paces, putting on the look of a loving mother.

“Zhaodi, we’ve come to take you home!”

She continued, “You married Song Zhanjin to live a good life, not to suffer with them. Listen to your mother—let’s file for divorce!”

Lin Wanjun smiled, her eyes narrowing pleasantly.

“Divorce? And how exactly should I go about that? I’m young and inexperienced—why don’t you give me some advice?”

Bai Guixiang said matter-of-factly, “Not only should you divorce, you should make Song Zhanjin take his parents and leave with nothing. All of their assets should be handed over to you!”

Lin Wanjun widened her eyes.

“Leave with nothing? They’re already in such a pitiful state—if they were stripped of everything, they might not even survive!”

Bai Guixiang curled her lip.

“Whether the Song family lives or dies has nothing to do with us.”

Putting on her doting-mother act, she grasped Lin Wanjun’s wrist tenderly and said, “You’re your mother’s precious darling—how could I bear to let you go to the countryside and suffer? I’d never harm you, so be good and listen to me.”