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

Her forehead creased. She had touched his junk earlier and even though she did not look at it carefully, it appeared to be huge.

I-It’s gonna hurt a lot?

Ugh, I can’t care about that right now!

The strange warm and moist sensation, along with impatience, had her squirming about uneasily and anxious to get it on…

Zhan Muqian swiftly put a stop to her actions by placing his broad palms on her delicate hips.

His fingers accidentally came into contact with her skin, and he could feel her body temperature.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his eyes blazed. “How many pills have you taken?”

“Not a lot, just three!”

She slowly lifted her fair and delicate hand with a squint of her charming cat eyes only to raise four fingers in an earnest manner.

He could not help laughing at her antics as he calmly helped her put on the panties between her thighs with his slender and strong fingers.

He patted that flushed and heated face of hers. “It’s just as I expected. The brain gets easily damaged if one eats too many of these pills.”

Alas, Jiang Mianmian, who was almost about to faint from the heat, failed to detect the sarcasm in his words.

And so, the man lifted the young lady by her hips and strode over to the cabin lounge.

As she got lowered onto the bed, the semi-conscious lass mumbled, “Don’t think of escaping, Uncle. It’ll soon be over, and I’ll be very gentle with you… Since you put up so much resistance, are the rumors true?”

He got up to rummage through the first aid kit in search of medicine and poured a glass of water before returning to her side. He asked with a cold smile, “What rumors?”

She bit her finger in anguish. “Well, General Zhan is only second to the president. Even so, that scum father of mine still has to hold you in awe. Not only are you unmarried despite nearing thirty, but you also don’t get close to women. If you’re not gay, then it’s most likely that you have a skeleton in the closet.”

With narrowed eyes, the charming little kitten sized up the imposing and handsome man before her whose good looks could make women bleed from their noses and felt sincerely sorry for him.

The man squinted his eyes dangerously as he pinched her cheek with his long fingers and fed her medicine and some warm water.

He wore an ambiguous smile on his lips. “If Ms. Jiang isn’t quite so little, I would naturally let you see if I have any skeletons in the closet.”

The disgruntled tiny figure on the bed puffed up her chest and shot back, “You’re the one who’s little, I’m a 36D!”

Unable to restrain himself, the former burst out chortling at her retort.

Feeling insulted, the young lady abruptly reached out for his hands and pulled them toward her chest—

Even though she was just a young teenage girl, her body was very well-developed as evident by her voluptuous figure. It felt soft to touch, and her delicate skin almost made the man succumb to temptation.

The man coolly withdrew his hands. “I’m talking about age. You’re quite dirty-minded, huh. Are you of age yet?”

The girl widened her eyes and lied through her teeth without batting a single eyelid. “Yes!”

He shook his head. “If I recall correctly, you’ll only be eighteen in three months.”

She then suddenly climbed up from the bed and pounced on the man who embarrassed her.

“Who cares? You’re mine tonight, and that’s it!”

…

The next morning.

The young missy, who had a splitting headache, was awakened by a sharp cry of alarm.

She rubbed her eyes and opened them with much difficulty, only to hiss in pain from the soreness of her body.

Jiang Li had brought in a professional private detective who had his camera aimed at the young lady on the huge bed and was continuously taking embarrassing photos of her.

Jiang Mianmian felt a little confused. She had sworn to sleep with the general last night and use that matter to blackmail him into rejecting her father’s request, but…

Didn’t that iceberg stop me from getting my way with him…?

Then, why are there bruises all over my arms and legs? It feels sore between my legs, too.

The brokenhearted Jiang Li looked at the neatly-dressed Zhan Muqian at the side, then to the woman on the bed, and screeched sharply, “Sis, how can you do such a disgraceful thing?! Trust you to do that to General Zhan… I’ll be sure to tell Dad all about this!”

Glancing at the ill-disguised heartache and jealousy on the woman’s face, Jiang Mianmian slowly got up and, intentionally or otherwise, rubbed her sore waist. “You’re mistaken, Jiang Li. Last night, Uncle Zhan and I… Well, it was mutual love between us.”