The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

Chapter 39: Who was it wailing in pain and pestering me for a hug last night?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

His low and magnetic voice was just like the steady and mesmerizing sound coming from a cello.

She did not know if it was the painkiller taking effect or she being hypnotized by the man… but she gradually lost the energy to squabble with him and became so drowsy that she, somehow, fell into a deep sleep in his embrace. She laid weakly in his arms and was unwilling to move.

…

The next morning, Jiang Mianmian flipped her soft, petite body over, only to bump into the man’s firm chest.

It shocked her so much she no longer felt sleepy. Instead, her almond eyes bulged wide as she nudged Zhan Muqian with her foot and asked brutishly, “Why were you sleeping on the same bed with me? W-Why didn’t you return to your bedroom?! Why?!”

Her usual out-of-line behavior was one thing and the fact that she was now someone else’s wife was another. She still could not truly accept it.

She did not want to live, sleep and give birth to children with this man like a married couple… The very thought of it gave her the creeps!

Opening his eyes, the general glimpsed at the raging kitten and asked in disdain, “Who was it wailing in pain, insisting on smoking to numb her pain, pestering me for a hug and wanting me to coax her to sleep last night?”

“B*llshit!” She delivered a slap to his shoulder. “Utter nonsense! It’s just my wounds hurting, and I wasn’t even drunk! When did I ask you to hug and coax me to sleep?”

The man who was lightly teasing her moments ago now turned serious. In the voice and tonation of an elder lecturing a junior, he chastised, “Profanities again, huh. Jiang Mianmian, I don’t think you take my house rules seriously at all.”

Her head buzzed. Used to cursing and swearing, how could she constantly remember those perverted house rules of his?

“No, it’s not counted! You provoked me first!”

Calmly changing the topic, he pinched the girl’s tender face with his long fingers.

“Behave. Get up and go wash up before taking breakfast. After that, I’ll give you a test on mathematical formulas. If you can memorize them well, I’ll let you off this time.”

Her face instantly changed at that and she felt her head starting to ache in pain.

…

At breakfast, Mianmian took a bite of a croissant before changing it to a pineapple bun after a while.

She slowly took her time at the dining table, hoping to drag it out till the man left the house.

Alas, with a deadpan expression, the general said, “It’s Sunday today. I’m not heading out, and checking on your memorization of the maths formulas takes priority.”

“…”

She shot him a glare.

Dog my cats~

Why in the world should a high-ranking and influential general, not busy with his work, stare at a high school student as she memorizes her formulas?

Is there even justice in this world?!

Just as she racked her brains to come up with ideas to stall the time, the doorbell suddenly rang.

The maid opened the door and it turned out that their early-morning visitor was Young Master Zhan.

She was drinking soya bean milk from the glass in her hand, but upon the sight of him, she put the glass down as if she had lost her appetite.

Zhan Qiyou, as usual, walked up to his uncle and greeted him respectfully. “Good morning, Second Uncle.”

“Mm.” Zhan Muqian’s expression was nothing out of the ordinary as his eyes focused on the financial news on the iPad screen, not at all interested in his nephew’s arrival.

Soon, the latter noticed the bandages around Mianmian’s knees. He quickly took out the things he brought over with him. “Mianmian, I heard that you got injured yesterday… This ointment, developed by my family’s military doctors, is especially effective in wound recovery. Remember to give it a try…”

She rolled her eyes at that. “Is this an ointment delivery? Young Master Zhan especially made a trip here just to deliver an ointment?”

He explained, “Well, even though I wasn’t there yesterday, I pretty much heard a little about it… Mianmian, Jiang Li definitely didn’t trip you on purpose. There must be a misunderstanding between you two.”

The young woman let out a meaningful ‘oh’ before turning the question back on him. “A year ago, you were always trailing behind me and openly wooing me, but you did that deed with her for an entire night in the bedroom next to mine. Is this a misunderstanding, too?”