Fang Shuqin covered her eyes, then peeked through her fingers again.
That tiny piece of fabric—if she wasn’t mistaken—should be a pair of panties, right?
And it even had little lace along the edges.
Yes, that had to be it—no doubt about it!
Xiao Tiancai really did it!
She actually thought of sending this as a hint.
What’s that called—when dealing with a stubborn man, you just have to be direct?
Fang Shuqin stepped forward, patted Song Tian’s shoulder, and gave her a thumbs-up. “Xiao Tiancai, the gift you picked for him is perfect!”
Song Tian tugged at her shirt edge. “Actually, there were only a few left at the department store, so I didn’t have much choice. Do you think Commander Lu will like this pattern?”
“….”
Lu Beizhen snapped the box shut with a bang, his face turning dark as he strode upstairs.
He slammed the study door so hard it shook the room.
Song Tian was stunned.
Even if he thought the belt she gave him was cheap and didn’t like it, there was no need to throw such a tantrum, right?
“It’s fine, Xiao Tiancai. He just doesn’t get romantic gestures, ignore him!” Fang Shuqin comforted her.
Doesn’t get romantic gestures?
Song Tian realized.
Giving a belt did seem… a bit suggestive.
Lu Beizhen probably misunderstood.
Ah, if only she hadn’t been so greedy for the discount…
Seeing Song Tian sulking, Fang Shuqin tried to soothe her again.
But her own lips couldn’t stop curling into a smile.
What’s this called—a bold military wife who loves fiercely?
The stories she imagined in her head were still too tame, not even a tenth as fiery as what Xiao Tiancai actually did.
Heaven had been too good to her, giving her such an interesting daughter-in-law.
She didn’t even need to eat; just watching the two of them interact filled her up.
Speaking of food, Fang Shuqin remembered she still needed to cook dinner and went to the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Song Tian quickly composed herself, took out another gift box from her bag, and went to the bathroom.
Her lower abdomen had been aching slightly over the past few days—it was almost that time of the month. But when she checked the original owner’s drawer, all the underwear was torn or yellowed from washing.
Girls were particularly vulnerable at this time and could easily get infections, so she needed decent panties.
Luckily, she’d earned some money today, so she went to the department store, exchanged cloth tickets, and bought several pairs of pure cotton panties.
Now that they were clean and drying, she could change them during her period.
She opened the box—and froze.
What the… why was there a belt inside?
Wait—
The box she had just given to Lu Beizhen… that wasn’t the right one!
Her mind went boom, feeling like she was about to explode.
No wonder Lu Beizhen reacted the way he did.
And she even asked if he liked that pattern…
Song Tian threw her head back and let out a silent howl.
God!
Someone, please punch her to death so this dramatic life can finally end.
Staring at the belt in her hand, Song Tian hesitated, then went upstairs and knocked on the study door.
First, to prevent the misunderstanding with Lu Beizhen from deepening.
Second, she really, really needed those panties!
After a few knocks, the door opened from inside.
Seeing Song Tian, Lu Beizhen’s expression darkened further as he tried to close the door.
“Wait!” Song Tian panicked and instinctively grabbed the door.
But she misjudged her strength and, in front of Lu Beizhen, actually ripped the door off!
She held onto the door edge while Lu Beizhen clutched the handle, suspending the poor wooden door in midair.
The two of them stared at each other in dead silence.
“Sorry!” Song Tian was the first to react, quickly letting go.
The solid wooden door crashed heavily to the floor.
Lu Beizhen’s expression darkened even more.
This woman looked sweet and harmless, yet somehow had the strength of an ox.
Song Tian awkwardly dug her toes into the floor.
Her eyes caught the gift box on the desk—it was glaringly obvious, placed on top of a pile of military books.
She hurriedly apologized, “I’ll pay for the door. Also, I grabbed the wrong box earlier—this is actually the gift for you. I took back the other one.”
In a flurry, she shoved the belt into Lu Beizhen’s arms, grabbed the panties from the desk, and dashed off.
The whole sequence was smooth and seamless—less than half a minute—and she was already in the downstairs bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Only after confirming Lu Beizhen hadn’t followed did she breathe a sigh of relief and start washing the panties.
Meanwhile, she tallied her expenses.
The skirt, belt, panties, plus the ticket exchange—total: 13.78 yuan.
With her 30-yuan wage, she could have saved over 16 yuan for herself, enough for a long while.
Now? She’d have to pay for the door too.
Would she even have 10 yuan left in the end?
It hurt—her heart felt like it was bleeding.
Yet at the dinner table, when Fang Shuqin heard the story, she gave Song Tian a thumbs-up. “The door came off perfectly! Brilliant, simply magnificent!”
Song Tian gasped.
Great, now she was being praised sarcastically.
Fang Shuqin secretly chuckled.
Xiao Tiancai was fearless—every development with Lu Beizhen surprised her.
First, hinting with panties, and now actually tearing the door off.
Was she trying to tell Lu Beizhen her feelings were fierce enough to break down doors?
This wasn’t just a bold military wife loving fiercely—it was a badass military wife spoiling her commander husband!
Tonight, lying in bed, Fang Shuqin resolved to review everything that happened today.
Missing even a single detail would be a lifetime regret!
Before going to sleep herself, she made sure to arrange their sleeping plans.
First, she hid Lu Beizhen’s car keys so he couldn’t leave.
Then, she “accidentally” soaked the bed in the study and the sofa downstairs.
Naturally, she corralled the two of them into one room to sleep.
Lu Beizhen’s pupils constricted, his handsome face radiating danger.
Fang Shuqin wasn’t afraid.
She pushed him upstairs. “Why are you glaring at me? Go to your room and sleep!”
Lu Beizhen was pushed into the room, staring wide-eyed at Song Tian.
The room, once spacious, suddenly felt cramped with the tall Lu Beizhen inside.
Song Tian rubbed her hands. “Don’t worry—I have no improper thoughts. We’ll sleep separately tonight; I’ll take the floor. It’s just one night, it’ll pass quickly.”
She went to the cabinet, grabbed a quilt, and spread it on the floor.
When she turned to get a pillow, she saw that Lu Beizhen was already lying on the floor quilt.
He had removed his uniform, leaving only the light green undershirt and military trousers. His arms were crossed behind his head, muscles taut and defined.
Song Tian thought his muscles looked bigger than on their wedding night.
Was it from recent rehabilitation training in the army?
“How long are you going to stare?” Lu Beizhen’s cold voice snapped her back to reality.
Song Tian moved her gaze away.
This man’s eyes had been closed—how did he know she was staring?
She complained in her heart but forced a smile. “Commander Lu, this is my spot.”
“The floor? Competing for it?”
“….”
He reached for her. “Give me the pillow. Lights off. I don’t like being disturbed when I sleep. You better be quiet.”
Cold as ice, pushing her away.
Song Tian pouted.
This man was impossible.
Fine, she’d sleep on the bed.
She turned off the lights, climbed into bed, snuggled under the quilt, and closed her eyes comfortably.
Neither spoke, and both fell asleep quietly.
Late at night, Lu Beizhen suddenly opened his eyes.
The room was silent; the sound of Song Tian’s uneven breathing was clear in the darkness.
He turned his head and saw the quilt on the bed puffed up—Song Tian was curled inside, trembling.