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

Cuffed to a corner of the detention room, the lass in a ponytail appeared even younger with her palm-sized roundish face. Her nose was scraped, and there was a large bloodstain on her black leather jacket.

When Zhan Muqian appeared outside the detention room, the seemingly sleepy Jiang Mianmian lifted her head in a trance and flashed a sweet smile at him.

“Evening, Uncle Zhan~~”

The man strode up to her with his long legs and squinted his eyes at the pathetic-looking little thing in disdain.

His slender fingers brushed against her messy fringe, and he questioned sternly, “Why were you in a fight?”

“Well…” she answered with a grin, “I’m in a bad mood!”

The police officer did not follow him in, but Jiang Mianmian did not feel nervous at all facing this good-looking uncle, whom she lost her virginity to, alone.

His thin lips form a tight line and he asked coldly, “Why did you say that I’m your guardian?”

The injured wild kitten was probably feeling tired and hence, her attitude was considerably softer than how it was during the day. She spat out her tongue at him and frankly said, “Because I slept with you on the aircraft… I got kicked out from the presidential palace, so I no longer have a guardian. Besides, the president is such a busy person, how would he have the time to come and bail his hooligan daughter?”

The man suddenly grabbed her chin with his slender and strong fingers and forced her to look up and meet his stern gaze.

“So, you want me to bail you out? Ms. Jiang, do you think I’m a very idle person?”

Her chin hurt a little from his firm grip, but she bore with it as she tugged the corners of her lips. “Uncle Zhan… As the saying goes, ‘one day of married life breeds days of enduring affections’. Think of it as doing good—”

Before she could complete her sentence, he coldly cut in. “I’m no Samaritan. You want my help? Sure. Pay me back accordingly.”

The little lass wrinkled her nose at that.

In her heart, she was cursing, I’ve already given you my first time, isn’t that enough? Must I pay you a fee for your service as well?

Alas, because of her mild obsession with cleanliness and hygiene, she dreaded the idea of spending the night in the detention center. She already found it dirty to be handcuffed to a stool, much less spending a night in this place. She would rather be killed than to do that.

And so, she batted her big and innocent-looking eyes at him. “Uncle Zhan… are you intending to relive last night’s memories with me? Even so, could you uncuff me first? It’s rather inconvenient with my hands all cuffed up. Surely, you don’t expect me to give you f*llatio like this?”

Hearing that, the man frowned and quietly released his grip on her delicate chin.

…

Zhan Muqian eventually showed mercy on the lass and bailed her out.

In the back seat of the black bulletproof Bentley.

Jiang Mianmian was gingerly calculating her interest.

The price to pay him back… She had no idea how much of a price she would have to pay that stern Yama¹-like general in order to call things even.

Deep in rumination, she subconsciously lit a cigarette and had just taken a drag on it when the cigarette was snatched away from her fingers.

The man extinguished the cigarette before casually opening the car window for ventilation.

A chuckle escaped her lips at the sight of his unsmiling face, and her fair little hand, which smelled of mint-scented smoke, boldly reached out to stroke his good-looking face. “Come on, Uncle. You’re a man. Surely, you’re not afraid of choking on the smoke?”

With a smack, her hand was slapped aside. It hurt her so much she withdrew her hand right away.

All of a sudden, he leaned over so closely that she was instantly engulfed in his body scent and her heart started thumping for reasons unknown.

“No smoking in my car. There’ll be no next time.”

“Okay,” responded the girl with an eye roll. She then hooked her arms around his neck and climbed onto his thighs—

It was just as how it was last night.

“Uncle Zhan, how do you want me to repay you for bailing me out? Well, I dislike owing people favors, so how about I pay you back with my body? Do you prefer a hotel or… here?” asked the young lady in an alluring voice while innocently looking at him.

Incidentally or otherwise, her derrière wriggled lightly against him, causing a searing sensation to course through the man—