The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

Lu Zheng looked up and said, "Auntie, Su Su and I have finished decorating our new house but haven't lived in it much. We didn't even go on our honeymoon when we got married. Now that I have some free time and she does too, I want to make it up to her."

Lu Wenyi nodded slightly, seemingly disappointed, but said, "It's only right. Susu has sacrificed so much for you, our family can't treat her unfairly." After saying that, she didn't forget to remind him, "But you two young people should take it easy. This is Susu's second pregnancy, and it's early in the pregnancy. If things aren't handled properly, it could lead to a miscarriage. Don't be reckless. A woman's pregnancy only lasts for a few months; just bear with it."

These words made Suwen and Lu Zheng sweat profusely. Suwen blushed and called out, "Mom..."

"Alright, there's nothing to be ashamed of. You all know what's going on."

After dinner, they stayed for tea and a chat. While they were at it, Feng Zhan took the keys and went to help the young couple clean their new house. The house had been empty for a long time and needed some ventilation. He also needed to check if the heating was on. Early spring in Beijing was still chilly, unlike the humid heat of the China-Myanmar border.

After chatting all afternoon, Lu Wenyi, who had been suffering from insomnia for the past few years and could only catch up on sleep with her daily afternoon nap, was unusually in high spirits today and didn't even take a nap. As evening approached, Lu Wenyi invited the two of them to stay for dinner, but Su Wen quickly declined. Actually, she had already arranged to have a big meal at Donglaishun with Zhou Mo, and daring to stand her up might get her in trouble later.

There was some traffic in the evening, and when they arrived at the hot pot restaurant, Zhou Mo had already made a reservation and was sitting at the table waiting for them. As soon as she saw the handsome man next to Su Wen, her eyes lit up instantly, and her searching gaze kept shifting between the young couple.

After Lu Zheng sat down to order, Zhou Mo leaned close to Su Wen's ear and asked, "How come you're all better in the blink of an eye? What about that mistress? Did you deal with her?"

Suwen looked at Lu Zheng, who was seriously taking orders from the waiter, and said with a smile, "No, that's not true. He's on a mission."

Zhou Mo glared at her and poked her elbow: "Pah, what kind of mission is so good that it even comes with a mistress? You're kidding me, right?"

Suwen had no choice but to lower her voice and confess for her: "It's true... that woman is now in a vegetative state and is lying in the hospital."

"Ah..." Zhou Mo gasped, looked her up and down, and even reached out and touched her waist a couple of times. "Playing this far? Are you alright?"

Su Wen shrugged. There was nothing she could do; she hadn't told Zhou Mo that Lu Zheng was a special forces soldier. Anyway, it was all in the past.

"I'm lucky to be alive, isn't that great? Also, don't you think I've gained weight?"

Zhou Mo raised her eyes: "Oh, I didn't even notice until you said so. You've actually gained weight, look at your little buns... what kind of feed are you on to grow so fast?"

"Go away!" Suwen glared at her and swatted away the lewd hand that was about to cover her "steamed bun".

"Sigh, no wonder people say dating helps with breast development. Should I find a man too?" Zhou Mo stared thoughtfully at her small breasts, then suddenly became gossipy. "I'm not concerned about your breast development, but what you and your man do every day when you're together. Tell me the truth!"

Suwen feigned ignorance, smiling without saying a word. This guy, his mind is full of censorship.

"How could we be together all the time? He was either on duty or on missions all the time, and we could count the number of times we met on one hand." Suwen spoke of her time with the army, her face beaming with contentment and happiness.

Lu Zheng witnessed all of this.

Seeing her beaming face, Zhou Mo couldn't help but tease her: "Now I understand why you dragged your whole family to that godforsaken place. The power of love is truly omnipotent. I used to just talk about it, but now I see it perfectly demonstrated in you."

"Keep your voice down..." She had already seen Lu Zheng looking in their direction.

On the weekend, he sidled up to her with a grin and whispered in her ear, "So, how are things? You two can finally be together every day now. Aren't you like wolves and tigers every night, all lovey-dovey?"

Suwen blushed slightly: "It's not like that at all."

"No?" Zhou Mo saw the answer from her reaction and was a little disappointed. "Isn't it said that soldiers have a stronger sex drive? Is your husband even a man? You really need to be careful about him outside..."

Suwen quickly covered the mouth of the unruly girl.

Zhou Mo disagreed and whispered to her, "I think your husband is just sexually frustrated. He's just pretending. He probably really wants to pounce on you. Anyway, I don't believe there are any real saints like Liu Xiahui in this world. You can tell your husband isn't that kind of person just by looking at him."

"Where do you see that he's sexually unsatisfied?" Suwen started acting curious, and Zhou Mo smiled slyly and whispered to her mysteriously, making her blush more and more.

After Lu Zheng finished ordering and handed the menu to the waiter, he finally noticed Su Wen's unusual behavior and reached out to check her forehead: "You don't have a fever, why is your face so red? Are you very hot?"

Suwen quickly shook her head: "It's normal for your face to get hot after eating hot pot."

"We haven't eaten yet, have we?"

"..."

Once all the dishes were served, Lu Zheng enthusiastically cooked meat for the two young ladies. Zhou Mo poked at the pieces of meat in her bowl and deliberately whispered to Su Wen in a voice that Lu Zheng could hear, "Do you know that after you came back from Hong Kong, Xue Shaofeng didn't know you went to join the army, and he wrote you a lot of letters?"

Suwen looked up at Lu Zheng, who smiled faintly and put a slice of meat into her bowl with his chopsticks: "Eat it while it's hot."

Noticing that he didn't show the expression or reaction she had expected, she asked with slight disappointment, "What did the letter say?"

"I don't know, I haven't opened it. I brought it all for you, take it home and look at it slowly tonight."

Lu Zheng clearly heard everything, but Zhi Sihai put food in her bowl without saying anything.

That evening, after having hotpot, Suwen decided to try out the seduction techniques Zhou Mo had taught her from the novels that never failed.

As soon as she entered, she took off her coat and kept fanning herself by pulling at her collar: "It's so hot, and I smell like hot pot all over." As she spoke, she deliberately blew air into Lu Zheng's ear.

Lu Zheng seemed completely oblivious, walked over to help her hang up her coat, and then turned on the heater.

"Wearing so little without turning on the heating, aren't you afraid of getting cold?"

Suwen pouted and leaned over to hug his neck: "Don't be afraid, you'll take care of me if I get sick."

He was about to press his lips to hers.

Lu Zheng reflexively tilted his head back and pinched her rosy cheeks: "You can make me suffer when you're sick, but my son suffers along with you."

Suwen missed her target, but she clung to him relentlessly, looking for another opportunity.

Lu Zheng leaned on her shoulder and sniffed: "You really do smell like hot pot. Hurry up and go wash up. I'll run the water for you."

As he spoke, he picked her up and placed her on the sofa, then went into the bathroom.

In the living room, Suwen sat on the sofa, staring blankly.

In the bathroom, Lu Zheng rolled up his sleeves, bent down to test the water temperature, and almost spat out a mouthful of water as soon as he turned around.

Suwen stripped down to her underwear, stood barefoot on the tiles, and leaned forward to ask him, "Honey, is the water ready?"

The black lace clung tightly to her full, pert breasts and slender waist, showing no signs of pregnancy. Beneath the lace panties, her two slender, white thighs were so smooth they almost glowed. Bathed in the dim light of the bathroom ceiling, they exuded an indescribable allure.

Lu Zheng paused for a moment, then said, "It's... done..."

Su Wen nodded and walked towards him. Remembering what Zhou Mo had taught her, her face flushed crimson: "You... help me wash?"

Anyway, this isn't the first time I've done this job, so this kind of request... shouldn't be too much, right?

Lu Zheng blinked and poked her forehead: "Don't give me that. Have you forgotten what Auntie said today? If she starts a fire, you're responsible for putting it out?"

Suwen's little secret was exposed, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl away.

Finally, Lu Zheng helped her put away the towels and shower gel, then closed the door and left. Su Wen soaked in the bathtub, her mind racing with plans for what to do next…

Her face was burning hot, almost hot enough to steam an egg. She felt that Lu Zheng could see right through the little tricks Zhou Mo had taught her. Besides, Lu Wenyi had already said that they couldn't have sex right now. Was she just trying to prove that he was sexually unsatisfied with her, to ignite his desire and then let him fend for himself?

But Zhou Mo also said that men's attitude towards women is similar to their attitude towards cigarettes and alcohol; once they taste the sweetness and become addicted, they'll keep thinking about it. And their bodies will act before their brains. Even if it's for a mission, it's still emotional infidelity, and there's no guarantee he won't actually cheat both emotionally and physically next time. Besides, pregnancy is the most dangerous time for a woman; many men cheat during the period when their wives are pregnant and can't have sex.

Suwen felt that Zhou Mo's words were not without merit.

Lu Zheng was watching TV outside, but most of the shows at this time were boring dramas, so he went to the coffee table to look through some military magazines. There was a thick stack of letters on the coffee table, whether intentionally or unintentionally, it was placed there so conspicuously.

Lu Zheng picked it up casually and glanced at it. The handwriting was flowing and clearly belonged to a man. He smiled and put the letter down again.

"Ah—!" Su Wen's sudden scream startled him, and Lu Zheng rushed to the bathroom door as fast as he could.

"What's wrong, Susu?"

“There are… cockroaches!” Suwen replied, wrapped in a bath towel and making a startled expression.

Lu Zheng was about to push the door open when he heard this answer, so he stopped in time and narrowed his eyes slightly. Instead, he leaned against the door frame and pretended to be helpless: "Cockroaches, I also hate those things. You'll have to figure out a solution yourself."

As his footsteps faded into the distance, Su Wen stared wide-eyed in disbelief. A special forces soldier afraid of cockroaches? Was this man really that incompetent, or had he... sensed something?