"Alright, stop moving, or I won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow," Jiang Qingqing said, her breath unsteady from her husband's advances. She reached out a small hand to stop his large one from causing more trouble.
Seeing his hand immobilized, Zhang Liunian leaned in and kissed her lips. "You can't blame me. You're just too fragrant, Qingqing..."
"Ah, stop talking about it," Jiang Qingqing protested, quickly covering Zhang Liunian's mouth with her hand.
But Zhang Liunian took the opportunity to kiss her, his lips moving from the back of her hand to her palm, then upward to more sensitive areas.
"Don't continue... mmm..." Jiang Qingqing tried to stop him, but it was a situation she couldn't control alone. Finally, with a mix of resistance and yielding, they ended up together again.
After a long while, both sated, they finally rested. Zhang Liunian held his wife close, his large arm still wrapped tightly around her, and let out a sigh of contentment. "So satisfying!"
"..." Hearing her husband's words, Jiang Qingqing's face flushed crimson, like a monkey's backside. She burrowed deeper into his embrace, feeling utterly embarrassed.
Sensing his wife's unusual reaction, Zhang Liunian lowered his gaze, only to see the back of her head. A pleased chuckle rumbled in his throat. "Heh heh..."
Hearing him laugh, Jiang Qingqing didn't dare look up. She simply raised her small hands and began to playfully punch his chest. After a few thuds, she mumbled, "No laughing."
Caught off guard by the blows, Zhang Liunian choked a few times, sputtering, "Cough, cough..."
Hearing his slight cough, Jiang Qingqing forgot her embarrassment. She lifted her head and quickly checked on him. "Are you alright!"
"I'm fine," Zhang Liunian replied dismissively, his eyes, however, lingering on his wife's proud figure.
Jiang Qingqing felt his intense gaze and looked down, realizing she was still unclothed. Just as she was about to cover herself with the blanket, a large hand appeared on her body.
The hand had a clear target and immediately cupped her breast, causing her entire body to weaken and her limbs to go limp. Her face instantly turned red as she collapsed back into his arms.
Zhang Liunian naturally held the warm, soft jade that had fallen into his embrace. His large hands roamed freely, his weapon poised and ready.
Jiang Qingqing felt the strange sensation beneath her abdomen and her eyes widened in alarm. Again? No, no, she couldn't. If this continued, she would be exhausted to death.
Thinking this, she looked at Zhang Liunian with teary eyes, her voice trembling. "It's already swollen. We can't again."
*Boom!*
Hearing her words, Zhang Liunian felt a warmth beneath him, sparking another idea. But he also knew his wife was speaking the truth. They couldn't continue, or she would suffer secondary damage.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything. I'll just enjoy the touch," Zhang Liunian said, shifting to hold his wife. He truly only enjoyed the physical sensation.
Jiang Qingqing watched his hands everywhere, igniting her desire, and could only bite her lip and tremble, enduring it.
Zhang Liunian looked at her teary eyes, the slight bite on her lip, her soft, trembling body, and nearly lost control. Fortunately, he was a man of discretion and knew better than to push further. He truly only enjoyed the touch and then let her go.
Seeing this, Jiang Qingqing quickly put on her clothes, fearing another encounter.
However, after the two previous intimate sessions, her limbs felt so weak that it took her a long time to get dressed.
Zhang Liunian didn't help her; he just watched her dress, fully indulging his eyes.
Jiang Qingqing, enduring her husband's wolf-like gaze, finally managed to dress with great effort and then let out a heavy sigh of relief.
Afterward, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't checked her husband's wounds from behind. Pulling her clothes together, she said, "Lie down, let me see your back."
Having eaten his fill and enjoyed the view, Zhang Liunian turned over obediently without a word.
Jiang Qingqing looked closely and in just one glance, saw a large patch of blue-purple on his buttocks and back legs. Her eyes immediately welled up. "I told you you were injured. Look how badly bruised it is."
After saying this, before Zhang Liunian could respond, she gently touched the area with her small hand and asked, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Hearing the change in his wife's voice, Zhang Liunian turned his head. He saw her looking at his backside with concern and pulled the blanket up slightly, feeling a bit awkward. "It doesn't hurt much. You don't need to feel bad."
"How could it not hurt? This injury is even worse than Hua Bao's. I'll get some red flower oil to rub it for you." Jiang Qingqing didn't believe him at all. She got up to find the red flower oil, but as soon as she took a step, she gasped and fell back down.
Seeing this, Zhang Liunian quickly got up and caught her, holding his wife tightly. "You should lie down. Let me do it."
Actually, his back did hurt a little, but as a grown man, he didn't care.
Now that his wife was concerned and wanted to help him, he was happy to oblige, as this kind of favor was something he enjoyed.
Jiang Qingqing's ears turned red upon hearing this, and she stopped speaking. Her legs were indeed incredibly weak, and she blamed Liunian for being too excessive, as if he hadn't eaten meat in lifetimes.
When Zhang Liunian returned with the red flower oil, Jiang Qingqing lay on top of him and began to rub.
However, as she continued rubbing, she soon noticed the muscles beneath her hands tensing up.
"Why are you tensing your body?" Jiang Qingqing asked, lightly patting her husband's back after she finished applying the oil.
Zhang Liunian lifted his head from the pillow, reached out, and pulled her down, pinning her beneath him. "You ask why I'm tensing up? Your little hands have been constantly igniting fires on me. I can't help myself now."
"You promised you wouldn't do it again," Jiang Qingqing said, her eyes wide with fear. She looked at him as if to say, you can't break your promise.
Zhang Liunian was amused by her expression and knew he shouldn't hurt her again. However, the feeling of exploding beneath him forced him to release once more. He could only cup her small hands with his large ones and say, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I just need to borrow your hands..."
"..."
Meanwhile, back home, Wang Dachui was waiting in his study for a guest. Wang Yue sat opposite him, venting her dissatisfaction.
"Dad, you never taught me like this before. You said that we Wangs in Nancheng, except for the Tang family, could be arrogant and strong towards anyone. No matter what I did, you would never blame me, nor would you scold me in front of outsiders.
But today, you made me bow my head and apologize to a department store owner. You even said that our Wang family relies on Zhang Liunian to make money. You're flattering him too much. Without Zhang Liunian's department store, our Wang family would still have other avenues. How could we rely on such a pretty boy to make money? Even if Nancheng Department Store fails, can't we still rely on the Provincial City Department Store?"
The more Wang Yue thought about it, the more it felt wrong. Their Wang family's business was huge, with sales offices not only in Nancheng but also in the provincial capital. How could they depend on Zhang Liunian alone to make money?
Zhang Liunian looked at his indignant daughter and sighed inwardly. "Haven't you heard clearly? The Provincial City Department Store also belongs to Zhang Liunian!"
Did he really want to bow his head?
He didn't want to either. He was a former member of the Tang family and had offended many people.
Now that the Tang family had disbanded and he had lost his support, and having already offended Zhang Liunian once last year over rent issues, he couldn't afford to offend him a second time.