Chapter 45: Did General Zhan hit Sister Mian after they had a fight?
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
With her bright and sparkling eyes shooting daggers at him, she bellowed, “Fine! It’s just a jail term. I’ll go and find a man to have an affair. Being with you is no different from being in jail, anyway!”
She was about to get up when he forcefully pinned her down on the bed…
“Zhan Muqian, you…”
He leaned over and nibbled on her lips that were shaking in anger.
Her tender lips tasted like jelly.
He squinted his eyes, beaming gently. “Why are you provoking me so much today? Don’t you want to get well soon, or do you want some punishment in the bed right now?”
Anger welled up within her, and she gave him a shove. “B*stard! You’re the one antagonizing me right now!”
The man’s dark and penetrating orbs coolly swept over her soft and fine curves, his throat visibly throbbing.
She seemed to be well taken care of when she was young, for her body to be so well-developed.
General Zhan had deliberated over their consummation previously. After all, she was his wife and he would feel more at ease when they could complete what they needed to do. This was all the more necessary given her unsettling character.
Her voice softened somewhat as she saw his blazing eyes looking at her. “Uncle… Uncle Zhan, can you let me go? I won’t play a fool with you now. I’ll memorize my work again. You can test me tomorrow…”
The man dropped his gaze on the bandages wrapped around her knees.
Her injury was an issue.
But the bigger headache to him was her adamant refusal to be with him.
Should he simply ignore her refusal and enter her well, once and for all, so she would no longer think of resisting… Well, I need to consider this matter further.
The girl underneath him was still struggling feebly while trying to keep her temper in check.
She resisted and fought with him, yet at the same time, she seemed fearful of antagonizing him.
In the end, the man flipped over and got up from the bed before smoothing his attire elegantly as he got up.
“Memorize well. I’ll test you again after the doctor removes the bandages.”
The little thing on the bed heaved a big sigh of relief. Staring at him with her big, round eyes, she tried to figure out what this wily fox had at the top of his head.
…
After a week.
The students at Prestige High School started their monthly revision tests.
Slumped on her desk, Mianmian finished with the last question on the test paper before she started to doze off. In her groggy state, all her little mind could think of was this: Where is Zhan Muqian?
Ever since that day when he carried her out of the bed and attempted to punish her with his house rules at the window sill…
And after she had violently resisted his attempt…
He had not returned home.
She had not asked for any updates from the housekeeper, or inquired on his whereabouts.
But she did try to keep a look-out on any news about him on national TV, all to no avail…
Why doesn’t he come home?
Is it because I refused to bed him as his wife?
Or is it because this private residence isn’t considered his home in the first place?
He stays in the barracks most of the time, and the Zhan family have their own ancestral residence inside the city… surely, he must have many properties and assets under his name…
That being said, the mansion that he housed her in would just be one of the many properties he had. It would not be considered his home at all.
…
Her few buddies had noticed her odd behavior in the last few days.
Gong Xiaoqi asked Gong Qiao secretly, “Is Sister Mian still upset over her bitchy half-sister?”
The boy shook her head and gave a sublime retort. “Sister Mian is a married woman now. The only one who can cause her to look so down and out will be him, only him.”
“Are you referring to General Zhan?”
The girl could not help feeling surprised. “Do you think General Zhan hit Sister Mian after they had a fight? Do you think we should gather our men for revenge?”
The girl who had been slumped on the desk finally took her time to get up and slapped her palm on her buddy’s shoulder.
“Who dares to hit your big sister here? What revenge are you talking about?…” Wrinkling her nose, she suddenly commented rather sadly, “I haven’t seen Zhan Muqian for a while.”