Witty Wife, Better Life

Chapter 112: Chapter 108 Visiting Relatives (Part 2)

Li Hongjun heard the footsteps fade away and quickly pulled at the quilt, "It’s okay, they’ve gone."

Shen Yunfang lay in bed, her hands tightly clutching the quilt, not letting him pull it, "Go away, you pervert, I’m too ashamed to show my face."

Li Hongjun chuckled naively; this was the first time in his life he had kissed his wife, and it felt great. Now that they were not disturbed, maybe they could continue.

"It’s fine, I blocked the view; he didn’t see anything. Come on, get your head out, don’t smother yourself," Li Hongjun coaxed like a big bad wolf luring a little white rabbit.

"I won’t; just get out," Shen Yunfang wasn’t going to fall for that.

"I haven’t seen you; how can I leave with peace of mind? Be good, listen, and show your head." Li Hongjun used a bit of force, and Shen Yunfang couldn’t snatch it back; the quilt that had been covering her was thrown to the side again.

Li Hongjun’s eyes went a bit straight as he stared at her peachy little face, "Fang, Fang, you’re so beautiful. Let me, just one more kiss, I promise just one."

Shen Yunfang was busy pulling back the cotton-padded jacket that she had lost in their tangle; being in a man’s bed, half-dressed was too dangerous. She hadn’t intended to show any skin, but that had the silly boy completely disoriented.

Not waiting for Shen Yunfang’s protest, the silly boy kissed her again.

"What are you doing, are you a dog or something?" It wasn’t long before Shen Yunfang couldn’t take it and shouted.

Li Hongjun, with blood running hot, couldn’t hear anything; he just kept kissing non-stop until Quan Zhu’s voice came again from the staircase.

"Commander, the political commissar and I have brought noodles for you and your sister-in-law; hurry up and open the door."

Li Hongjun stretched out his hand to cover them with the quilt again, propped himself up with one movement, and sat down at the edge of the bed, acting quickly, "Don’t speak, I’ll handle it."

Shen Yunfang punched the quilt hard twice. How could she face speaking now?

"Commander, come open the door."

"The door isn’t closed, come in," Li Hongjun, his face slightly red, still spoke seriously but couldn’t stand up, or the ruse would be revealed.

"Hehe, Hongjun, why don’t you go eat when your sister-in-law is here? The boys in our company are all waiting to see her," Wu Guoqiang said with a chuckle.

He was over thirty himself, with a wife at home; how could he not know what Li Hongjun was doing bringing her into his quarters? Ha ha, usually so prim and proper, now it was his turn to enjoy the show.

Li Hongjun gave Wu Guoqiang, that rascal, a glare, but for his wife’s face, he still kept it straight: "Yunfang is a bit carsick; her face looked pale, so I let her sleep a bit. Let’s keep our voices down."

"If she’s feeling unwell she needs to eat even more. How can she get better without eating?" Wu Guoqiang suppressed his laughter as he spoke.

"Right, right, people are iron and rice is steel, without a meal, you’ll feel the deal," Quan Zhu chimed in from the side.

"Eat, we’ll eat once she wakes up from her nap," Li Hongjun didn’t care, but he was worried Yunfang would be too embarrassed; he quickly changed the subject, "Yunfang brought some good wine, let’s find some time for us brothers to have a drink." The group was made of drinkers; nothing else worked but this was sure to do the trick.

Sure enough, Wu Guoqiang immediately sat up straight and sniffed, "No wonder when I came in I smelled a hint of wine, I thought I was mistaken, but it turns out the sister-in-law really did bring wine. Alright, let’s go to my house later, I’ll ask your sister-in-law to cook a couple of dishes, let’s all have a good drink together."

Wu Guoqiang stood up and directly lifted the jar of wine from the table, heading outside. As he reached the door, he remembered something, turned back to Li Hongjun inside and said, "When your sister-in-law has rested enough, bring her along too, eat a little at least." Then with a mouthed message, he added, "Take it easy, huh?" before laughing and heading home.

"What about me, Commissar?" Quan Zhu also felt tempted and quickly followed behind the Commissar.

"You? Go wherever you’re supposed to. It’s almost lights out and you’re not going back, do you want to be punished?" Wu Guoqiang said ruthlessly—there was only so much wine in the small jar; one more person meant he would have less to drink.

After the two men had left, Li Hongjun quickly closed the bedroom door and locked it, then in a swift move, he drew the curtains shut before returning to the bed.

Having learned her lesson last time, Shen Yunfang had sobered up and, with shaky hands, swiftly sat up in bed and struggled with her clothes and buttons.

"Let me." Li Hongjun had already come to the side of the bed, his eyes reddened as he looked at her exposed skin.

Shen Yunfang’s response was to turn her back to him—she didn’t trust him at all. A man like him who hadn’t seen a woman in eight generations was dangerous to be in the same room with.

"I promise I won’t do anything else, alright?" Li Hongjun turned her back around and then seriously began to help her button up her cotton-padded jacket, seemingly finding that this method indeed quickly shortened the distance between them.

"Yunfang, when the new year comes and I take leave to come home, let’s get married." Originally, he wanted to wait till she was older, but now he couldn’t wait a moment longer.

Shen Yunfang glared at him, "I’m only sixteen this year, what marriage are we talking about?"

"Don’t talk nonsense, you’re already seventeen in terms of nominal age, and after the new year, you’ll be just eighteen. Besides, even if you’re not of age, we can have the wedding feast at home first and get the marriage certificate when you’re old enough." At that time, the legal marriage age stipulated by the Marriage Law of 1950 was twenty for men and eighteen for women. "Don’t worry about it; I’ll handle everything," declared Li Hongjun confidently.

Shen Yunfang rolled her eyes. Her own significant life event and she was told not to worry—as if anyone else would. However, this wasn’t the right time to discuss it; she’d have a good talk with him about it later.

"Come on, let’s not have noodles. We’ll go eat something nice," Li Hongjun said excitedly, pulling Shen Yunfang up, ready to go to Wu Guoqiang’s house for a good meal.

His wife’s homemade wine had all been taken by him; not hurrying to have a few drinks would be a huge loss.

"Wait a minute, I also packed some air-dried sausages for you; let’s bring them to add a dish." It didn’t feel quite right to show up empty-handed and eat for free on their first visit to someone’s home—bringing a gift was the least they could do.

"As you say." He always listened to his wife on domestic matters.

So the two of them carried four air-dried sausages and made their way to Wu Guoqiang’s house.

Wu Guoqiang’s wife was a very enthusiastic person; she took Shen Yunfang’s hand and said, "Oh, so this is Yunfang! I’ve heard Old Wu talk about you for several days now, saying you were coming. I’m so glad to finally see you today."

"Sister-in-law, I feel bad for troubling you like this," Shen Yunfang said, a bit embarrassed, as everyone at the table looked at her like a giant panda.

"What trouble? It’s hard to find honest and decent girls like you these days. It’s Hongjun’s good fortune to have met you," Wu’s sister-in-law praised earnestly.

"Alright, sister-in-law, you can continue praising her in a bit; Yunfang hasn’t eaten yet," Li Hongjun said, no longer as flippant as he was when alone with Shen Yunfang. After all, they weren’t married yet, and it would be laughable to call her his wife now, especially since the person to be laughed at would be Yunfang, which he couldn’t allow.

"Haha, not yet married and already doting on the wife, Yunfang, you’re going to be blessed in the future," joked Wu’s sister-in-law.