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

Zhan Muqian’s hands did exercise restraint thereafter.

Seeing that her tactic was working, Jiang Mianmian hastily added with much exaggeration, “It really hurts! This is all because of your great vigor…”

The man quietly released her skirt and, with a deep meaningful gaze, stared fixedly at her straight face.

Meeting his gaze straight on with candor, she slowly got onto her knees and interlocked her fingers together, lightly shaking them.

Even though the part of being in pain was just baloney and she had no memories of the general’s so-called great vigor at all, it was truly her first time that night!

The man lifted her chin with his fair and long fingers and kneaded it teasingly. “First time, huh?”

The lass nodded vehemently and smilingly said with feigned coyness, “You should know very well that it’s my first time…”

No matter how lousy and crude her acting was, there was not a hint of displeasure in his eyes. Rather, he was unable to stop himself from smiling at her.

Having just taken her bath, the girl’s skin appeared fair and soft and her young, tender face was akin to a peeled boiled egg.

Jiang Mianmian, without makeup, appeared several years younger than how she looked in the day. She did not look like a bossy young missy at all. On the contrary, she seemed like a beautiful and amiable maiden.

She was clearly just a naive little bunny who was still wet behind the ears, yet she just had to go and pretend to be a promiscuous delinquent.

His eyes sparkled with laughter as he patted her cheek and magnanimously declared, “In that case, I shall let you off for tonight. We have plenty of time for that in the future, anyway.”

…

It was in her fit of anger, coupled with the fact that she ate a couple too many pills of the aphrodisiac, that she became so proactive and brazen that night.

Now that she ridiculously ended up married to the general, however, she really could not bring herself to have any sexual relations with him. She had yet to wrap her head around the fact that she was now someone’s wife.

Moreover, she had no idea how to go about with marital affairs…

I tried so hard to recall the events of that night already, but why can’t I remember anything at all?

…

She slept all the way until 9 AM before she finally opened her eyes and recalled that it was Monday and that she should be going to school.

After washing up, she ran down the stairs, only to learn that her husband had returned to the military base early in the morning.

With a grin, she asked the housekeeper, “Aunt Qiao, do you know when General Zhan is coming back?”

The latter respectfully answered, “Mr. Zhan is usually very busy. Even when he isn’t in the military base, he would oftentimes be traveling overseas for his work. So, he rarely comes back.”

Jiang Mianmian sniggered inwardly at that. It’d be best if he doesn’t return for a year or so, so I can live a carefree life.

…

Prestige High School.

Despite being in the 12th Grade already, Jiang Mianmian still lacked the focus to pay attention in class. This was especially so in math class.

While her teacher was up in front yakking away, she had her head rested on the table as she played with her phone. She felt a little drowsy after a while, even though she managed to pull through to the end of class. She intended to continue resting for a bit, but someone patted her shoulder right then.

“Sis Mian, Young Master Zhan is looking for you.”

Having difficulties sleeping in a bed other than her own, the lass failed to catch a good night’s rest last night and hence, her irritation grew when she was roused from her sleep. When she turned to look at the entrance of the classroom, she saw an unexpected face there — the familiar and delicate-looking face of Zhan Qiyou.

She drank a cup of water first before she leisurely strolled to the doorway. “What’s up?”

The former had a grave look on his face. “Mianmian, stop fooling around, alright? You and my second uncle are an incompatible match. He is a sinister and vicious figure whom no one from the military, political, and commercial worlds dares to offend. Why do you go about provoking him…”

She sneered, “Pardon me? Young Master Zhan should be respectfully addressing me as ‘Second Aunt’ now. After all, your uncle and I have just registered our marriage yesterday.”

“Registered your marriage? You aren’t 18 yet, how is that possible?!”

That look of disbelief from him had her between laughter and tears.

Indeed. Only God knows how that general accomplished it. I’m truly in despair about this as well, but what can I do??