Jiang Ning’s small hand was held tighter and tighter. How could she not understand what He Linzhou was thinking?
Only after his injuries were fully healed would he…
Jiang Ning smiled faintly, lifting her gaze—only to meet those deeply aggrieved eyes of his.
Wang Mian and Lin Zishen followed behind them carrying large bags. As they watched the couple, they muttered in envy, “I really want a wife like Sister-in-law… not only beautiful, but also so good to the regiment commander.”
The two exchanged glances, their eyes practically sparkling with admiration.
Lin Zishen sighed bitterly, “Yeah… who wouldn’t want that?”
After sending the couple home, Wang Mian and Lin Zishen drove off.
The moment they heard movement at the door, Aunt Wu rushed out wiping her tears.
“Miss, you’re finally back! I was so worried I was dying!”
Jiang Ning smiled. “Aunt Wu, I’m fine. It’s Linzhou who’s injured.”
“What? The regiment commander is injured? I’ll go make soup right away!”
Aunt Wu hurried into the kitchen with the medicine bags.
“Go rest immediately. You’re not allowed to go anywhere until your injuries heal.”
Jiang Ning led He Linzhou back to the bedroom.
“I’ll go get you a glass of water.”
She was about to stand up when He Linzhou pulled her straight into his arms.
“Wife… I can’t bear to let you go.”
Jiang Ning chuckled and lightly patted him. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
“I don’t want to. I’m not thirsty.”
Seeing how clingy he was, she had no choice but to kiss his thin lips again.
“Be good. Even if you’re not thirsty, you still have to drink.”
In truth, she was going to give him spiritual spring water.
In the kitchen, she sent Aunt Wu out, then replaced all the water in the tank with spiritual spring water. She filled a porcelain cup and returned to the bedroom.
He Linzhou was already waiting impatiently.
“Drink it all. Not a single drop left.”
Jiang Ning gave the order.
He Linzhou obediently drank it in one go—and instantly felt his entire body relax and warm up.
“Wife, my wound doesn’t hurt. The doctor said I’m recovering well.”
He hugged her and buried his face in her neck.
Feeling his increasingly heavy breathing, Jiang Ning’s mind went blank for a moment.
So this was… physiological liking?
Just hearing his voice, smelling his scent—it triggered instinctive emotions and desire?
Her cheeks instantly flushed.
“Even if you’re recovering well, you still can’t—”
Before she could finish, his kiss came down, forceful and domineering, swallowing her words whole.
She melted into it.
Two hours later, He Linzhou finally released the exhausted girl in his arms. If not for his injuries, it definitely wouldn’t have been only two hours.
Outside the room, Aunt Wu had already finished cooking chicken soup and was waiting anxiously.
Seeing He Linzhou come out, she quickly asked, “Regiment Commander, dinner is ready. Shall I call Miss?”
He coughed lightly. “She’s still sleeping. I’ll bring it in later.”
Aunt Wu smiled warmly, satisfied.
A man who spoils his wife like this—she had truly never seen one before.
Jiang Ning slept until afternoon. When she woke up, it was already dark.
He Linzhou was still sitting by her side, staring at her without moving.
“Wife, drink this. I’ll bring you chicken soup.”
Jiang Ning lifted the blanket, pretending to be annoyed.
“This is all your fault. My wound might have reopened!”
She quickly got up to check his injury. Only after seeing no bleeding did she relax and lightly punch him.
“Before you fully recover, you’re punished to sleep in the guest room!”
He Linzhou ignored her completely and helped her put on socks and shoes.
“My wife would never let me sleep in the guest room.”
“Bad man,” she huffed. “I know you like me best.”
“Who said I like you?”
“I know it myself.”
Their sweet exchange was overheard clearly by Zhang Hu and Zhao Long hiding outside.
No wonder Ninth Master approved of He Linzhou—he was unexpectedly so good at coaxing people!
Zhang Hu shivered. “That cold-faced commander actually talks like that?”
Zhao Long laughed. “He only talks like that to our Miss.”
Inside the room, He Linzhou was already feeding Jiang Ning.
“You’re the injured one. I can eat myself!”
“Nope.”
He calmly shredded a chicken leg, dipped it in sauce, and fed her bite by bite.
From that moment on, Jiang Ning didn’t step out of the room again except to use the bathroom.
The next morning, He Linzhou got up early to cook.
Aunt Wu hurried into the kitchen. “Regiment Commander, your injuries—”
“It’s fine.”
He smiled faintly. “Ningning likes my egg custard.”
Aunt Wu looked at him fondly.
A man willing to cook while injured for his wife… she had never seen anything like it.
After breakfast, He Linzhou sat at the desk.
“Wife, let’s go shopping at the Friendship Store later.”