The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

She heard Lu Zheng's breathing gradually become rapid and heavy, and the places where his fingertips touched slowly became hot, solemn, and slow.

And her heart was about to burst through its chambers.

"Alright, rinse it off yourself." He suddenly spoke, his voice already hoarse beyond recognition.

Suwen felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She suddenly opened her eyes, but when she met his deep gaze, she abruptly lowered her head and turned her back.

She heard Lu Zheng sigh softly, as if he was trying his best to suppress something, and then she heard the glass door close again.

After rinsing off the soap, Lu Zheng waited outside the shower. As soon as Su Wen came out, he wrapped her completely in a snow-white bath towel. Before she could react, he had already lifted her up through the towel, keeping her injured right foot safely suspended.

The receptionist kindly booked them a double room. The bedroom was practically empty except for a striking white bed. Lu Zheng placed her in the center of the bed, his restraint seemingly reaching its limit. He tossed her the bathrobe tucked under his arm and said, "The hairdryer's on the bedside table. Dry yourself before you sleep. I'm going to..."

He was about to say he was going downstairs for a walk, but before he could even finish the sentence, Suwen grabbed his sleeve tightly: "Don't go!"

Lu Zheng had his back to her, his back stiff and straight.

Suwen gripped the bathrobe with one hand and tightly clutched his sleeve with the other. Only when she saw the beads of sweat sliding from Lu Zheng's forehead to his temples did she realize what was happening.

She smiled gently and said, "I'll go after I fall asleep." She seemed incredibly happy and content.

Lu Zheng sighed, and ultimately did not insist on leaving. He sat down on the edge of the bed.

Suwen, wrapped in a bath towel, sat on the bed, plugged in the hairdryer, and began to blow-dry the air. Night filtered in through the coffee-colored curtains, and a dimly lit wall lamp shone by the bedside, its soft light enveloping her seaweed-like wet hair and her glistening eyelashes, visible when she looked down.

Suwen blew from one side to the other, occasionally tilting her head to look at him. Lu Zheng sat under the dim light, his familiar handsome face appearing even more exquisite.

Actually, he looks quite good with a buzz cut. Although it's a bit short, it gives him a mature, weathered look. Su Wen was unconsciously mesmerized.

Unexpectedly, Lu Zheng's wandering gaze fell on her, and their eyes met, both of them a little stunned.

After a long while, they coughed and then looked away.

After these changes, the two seemed to have grown closer emotionally, but physically... they became distant?

Finally, after she dried her hair, Suwen looked at Lu Zheng, obediently lay down on her side, a large bathrobe wrapped around her body, half of her shoulder was exposed, the neckline half-covering, revealing a soft and rounded shape.

Lu Zheng tilted his head and pulled the silk quilt up for her. Su Wen kept staring at him, making the atmosphere even more awkward.

Under the long gaze, Lu Zheng finally gave in first, coughed lightly, and spoke first: "It's getting late, go to sleep."

"Mmm." She nodded, finally deciding not to make things difficult for him, and closed her eyes in peace.

She didn't remember what time Lu Zheng came back. Half asleep, she felt a pair of hands, carrying the damp, cold air from outside, lift the blanket. The bed beside her sank slightly, and a body lay down next to her, pulling her into a warm embrace.

When I finally woke up, it was already broad daylight the next day.

She was alone in the soft silk quilt; the bed beside her was empty, and when she touched it, it was completely cold. Was last night's experience all a dream?

Su Wen, somewhat dejected, propped herself up and called out blankly twice, "Lu Zheng, Lu Zheng..."

No response.

She was getting a little anxious, finally understanding how worried Lu Zheng had been when he couldn't find her last night. She rummaged through her bag; both of their ID cards and household registration booklets were still there. If Lu Zheng had left, he would have discovered his documents were missing.

Looking at the TV cabinet, Lu Zheng's dead phone was still there, so he probably hadn't gone far.

She composed herself and dialed the front desk. Sure enough, the other party said, "Mr. Lu said he's going out for a bit and will be back soon. If you wake up first, Ms. Nie, please wait for him in the room."

Relieved, Suwen tightened her loose bathrobe, climbed onto the sofa, and touched her clothes that had been drying under the air conditioner all night. Her outer clothes were almost dry, but a little wrinkled. However, her underwear... because it was made of sponge, was still a little damp when she squeezed it.

These close-fitting clothes are the most uncomfortable when they're damp. She frowned, feeling dejected and not wanting to put them on. Just as she was worrying about it, the door opened, and she heard Lu Zheng's voice: "Susu, are you awake? Breakfast is ready."

His men had already come in carrying two bags and placed a takeout bag from a fast food restaurant directly on the table.

Su Wen exclaimed "Oh!" and quickly hid the black bra behind her back. However, Lu Zheng, who had suddenly entered, had already witnessed this.

He smiled knowingly: "I checked it for you this morning, it's not dry yet, so I went downstairs and bought you a set."

Suwen then noticed that he was holding a bag of a certain brand of underwear in his hand.

Suwen's face flushed red. Before, he would buy her underwear, but now he was even buying her bras... She didn't want to live anymore!

Lu Zheng, oblivious to her little schemes, smiled and handed her the bag. Su Wen immediately jumped onto the bed and hid the bra from the bag under the covers.

"Hurry up and get dressed so we can eat." He smiled and turned his back. Although his smile was warm and genuine, Suwen always felt that he was smiling so happily on purpose.

To prevent the tragedy of the chicken underwear from happening again, she secretly peeked at the style and pattern of the bra under the covers. But Lu Zheng seemed to have eyes in the back of his head and laughed, saying, "Don't worry, I had the sales assistant choose it for me this time. I said it was for my wife."

"Cough..." No wonder this piece of clothing is made of such... simple materials.

Suwen picked out the thin shoulder straps that looked like gauze but weren't quite gauze. It was okay to wear it for some kind of fun, but for everyday wear, it was just too... well, anything was more reliable than the chick pattern.

After she changed her clothes, Lu Zheng had already handed her her breakfast.

I bought it from a fast food chain downstairs. The coffee was watery and tasteless, and the hash browns were covered in flour. Every bite was oily, but it was good value for money, available everywhere, and it filled my stomach.

Seeing that Lu Zheng was also frowning and eating without tasting anything, Su Wen felt no resentment. After breakfast, Lu Zheng silently packed his things, while Su Wen, because of her injured foot, sat on the edge of the bed watching him do so, her mind conflicted about how to bring up the topic of getting a marriage certificate with him.

Although she was certain that Lu Zheng wouldn't refuse, she still felt that it was a little strange for a girl to ask for the offer.

Both of them had their heads down, each lost in their own thoughts, when suddenly they both spoke at the same time: "There's something I haven't told you yet."

"There's something I want to tell you."

"..."

"You go first," Lu Zheng said somewhat awkwardly after a long pause.

Suwen paused for a moment, thought for a second, and then smiled and said, "Why don't you go first? Maybe we're talking about the same thing."

Lu Zheng was also taken aback, but his smile was tinged with bitterness: "...Maybe."

He sat down next to Suwen, his face lowered, a faint bluish tinge on his chin, his slender fingers interlaced on his knees, and he spoke very solemnly: "I'm going to join the army."

"Hmm..." Su Wen's expectant expression slowly froze. When Lu Zheng finally turned to look at her, he could even see the smile that hadn't yet disappeared from the corner of her mouth.

Was she expecting something? That's why she had that sweet smile on her face.

But now that smile is frozen on her face, and with that stiff expression, it looks even worse than crying.

"..."

A long, long silence followed. She tried to open her mouth, but nothing came out. She even mentally rehearsed what she wanted to say, whether to ask him "why," "where to go," or "how long to go." A thousand words were on her lips, but none could be uttered. Too many thoughts ultimately turned into a sigh.

Looking at her expression, Lu Zheng knew she was having a hard time accepting it. To ease the tension, he smiled and asked, "And you, is there anything you want to tell me?"

"I..." She managed to utter a single word, but the sound got stuck in her throat, unable to rise or fall.

"Ok?"

Suwen mustered all her strength and finally made up her mind. She gritted her teeth, stood up, and took out the two people's ID cards and household registration books from her bag.

"I want to get a marriage certificate with you, I want to be your real wife."

"..."

Lu Zheng stared blankly at the two ID cards and household registration booklets that had been thrown onto the bed. He vaguely remembered seeing the two ID cards placed side by side when he came out of the bathroom last night, but he hadn't thought about it at all at the time.

"You went out last night to get your household registration booklet?"

Suwen nodded.

"It was too late last night, and the Civil Affairs Bureau was closed, so I was thinking we should go get our marriage certificate this morning, okay?"

Lu Zheng paused, staring at her as if she were a stranger.

"No, I don't agree."

"Why?" Suwen was truly anxious now. She had been having wonderful dreams all night, and she never expected Lu Zheng to refuse. But today, ever since he said he was going to join the army, the atmosphere seemed to have changed, and nothing felt right.

She looked at him stubbornly: "Weren't we fine last night? You said you wanted me to be your Nie Suwen alone. We've already taken wedding photos, can't we go get our marriage certificate?" As if afraid Lu Zheng wouldn't believe her, she raised her right ring finger and waved it vigorously in front of him: "Look, the ring you gave me, I wear it all the time, and that child who died young... We're practically husband and wife, aren't we?"