Married to the army by mistake, abstinent boss becomes addicted to pampering his wife

Chapter 246 Comfort
After Jiang Moli and Fan Qiuyun left, Yang Liqiong stood by the window for a long time until there was a knock on the door.

Upon opening the door, I saw Jiang Moli, who had returned.

Compared to the unexpected event, her empty heart felt as if it had been filled with warmth.

"Why are you back again?"

Jiang Moli closed the door behind her and took out Jiang Kou Chun from her bosom.

"I'm in a bad mood, so I'm looking for you to have a couple of drinks."

As he spoke, he pulled out a can of pineapple-flavored soda, a candle, matches, and a bag of sesame cakes from the two pockets of his coat.

Seeing how well Jiang Moli had prepared, Yang Liqiong silently swallowed back the words "no drinking during training" from her throat.

Having followed the rules for over twenty years, what's wrong with transgressing them once?

Jiang Moli opened the soda and poured it into two teacups. Then she added about an ounce of baijiu (Chinese liquor) to each of the soda cups, shook them well, and handed one to Yang Liqiong.

"Try it."

Yang Liqiong took the teacup and took a sip.

"How about it?"

Yang Liqiong smacked her lips and nodded, "It's alright."

Jiang Moli took a sip herself and said with satisfaction, "This way of drinking is called a cocktail abroad. It would taste even better if you added some ice."

Yang Liqiong looked at the candles and matches on the table. "What are these for?"

"Go and turn off the light."

Jiang Moli's imperious tone made Yang Liqiong raise an eyebrow slightly, but she still did as Jiang Moli said and turned off the light.

Jiang Moli lit the candles, secured them to the coffee table with hot wax, and said to Yang Liqiong:

"Lighting candles while drinking creates a better atmosphere. Imagine the flickering candlelight, with everyone unable to see each other's faces clearly, allowing you to drink and chat freely—isn't that wonderful?"

As she spoke, Jiang Moli sat down in a chair, raised her glass to Yang Liqiong, and said, "A toast to our dead dreams."

Yang Liqiong sat down opposite her, clinked glasses with her, and drank two sips of fruit wine.

The sweetness of pineapple soda, mixed with the spiciness and bitterness of baijiu, slides down the throat, creating an indescribably complex taste.

"This is the first time I've ever drunk baijiu like this."

Jiang Moli said, "Drinking like this makes it less likely to get drunk. Actually, our lives are just like this Jiangkouchun, both bitter and spicy, but if you add some pineapple soda, it becomes sweeter."

Yang Liqiong tilted her head and looked at her, her eyes as calm and deep as a lake reflected in the moonlight.

Did you come here specifically to comfort me?

Jiang Moli clinked her teacup against hers and said, "It should be said that we comforted each other. Two pitiful and helpless women were huddled together for warmth by candlelight on a cold winter night."

Yang Liqiong chuckled, amused by her statement: "What's there to pity about?"

"I prepared for this piece for a long time, and spent countless nights creating it. It was canceled on its premiere. Isn't that pathetic?"

"You were only rejected for this one work; you can create many more works in the future."

Yang Liqiong's voice conveyed a sense of suppression and frustration.

"Chasing Dreams" was created based on her, and denying "Chasing Dreams" is tantamount to completely denying her life.

Compared to Jiang Moli, the cancellation of "Chasing Dreams" was a bigger blow to Yang Liqiong.

“Qiongqiong (qún)”.

Yang Liqiong tilted her head to look at her, "What did you call me?"

Jiang Moli blinked. "You don't like it? Then I'll call you Lili?"

"It's okay, shout if you like."

Yang Liqiong took a sip of fruit wine and said, "It's just been a long time since I've heard it. When I was little, my grandparents liked to call me that."

Jiang Moli took a sesame cake, broke it in half, handed one half to Yang Liqiong, and ate the other half herself.

While eating, he talked to Yang Liqiong about the future: "There was an era in which women were completely independent and free. They did not get married or have children, and they were not subject to criticism or discrimination. They could devote all their energy to themselves and their careers, and they could even stand higher and farther than most men."

Although Yang Liqiong didn't believe such a world existed, she was still drawn to her description.

“If such a world truly exists, it is the result of countless women’s struggles and efforts.” Jiang Moli stood up and jumped onto a chair. “When you reach a high enough level, the whole world will show you respect.”

Seeing her swaying unsteadily, Yang Liqiong instinctively said worriedly, "Get down, don't fall."

"At such a low height, I won't fall."

As she spoke, Jiang Moli leaped onto the bed like Sun Wukong, spread her legs out, and after a few thrashings, turned her rosy cheeks and said to Yang Liqiong in a coquettish tone:

"Qiongqiong, I want to sleep here tonight. Your bed is so big and soft, it's so comfortable to sleep in."

Before Yang Liqiong could respond, he burrowed under the covers.

Yang Liqiong belatedly realized, "Are you drunk?"

"No, I'm just a little sleepy."

After saying that, he yawned, closed his eyes, tilted his head, and fell asleep.

Yang Liqiong got up and walked to the bedside. "Get up, I'll take you back to your room."

"No, I'll sleep with you tonight."

After saying that, she continued to burrow under the covers, only revealing half of her small face outside the blanket.

Yang Liqiong was amused by her adorable and cuddly appearance as she lingered and refused to leave.

He turned around, picked up the teacup Jiang Moli was drinking from, and glanced at it, only to find that the glass of fruit wine was already empty.

He has a low alcohol tolerance but loves to drink excessively.

……

The group member who shared a room with Jiang Moli was surprised to see Jiang Moli being held horizontally in Yang Liqiong's arms when he opened the door.

"What happened to Director Jiang?"

"It's alright, which bed is hers?"

Yang Liqiong carried Jiang Moli into the room. Guided by the other members of the troupe, she placed Jiang Moli on the bed, helped her take off her coat and shoes, and covered her with a blanket.

The two group members in the same room were dumbfounded.

The usually stern and unsmiling Deputy Regiment Commander Yang also has a considerate and thoughtful side.

After settling Jiang Moli in, Yang Liqiong looked at the two people sharing the room with Jiang Moli and said, "Don't tell anyone about what happened tonight."

The two nodded quickly.

After glancing at Jiang Moli, who was sleeping soundly, Yang Liqiong left.

The reason she insisted on sending Jiang Moli back to her room was that she was worried that if word got out that Jiang Moli hadn't returned home that night, it would damage Jiang Moli's reputation.

……

The next day, before dawn, Jiang Moli was woken up by her roommate.

We quickly washed up, packed our bags, and went downstairs to meet up.

Only after I got on the minibus to Tongxian did I have time to think about what happened last night.

However, after thinking for a long time, I still couldn't remember how I got back to my room, so I simply gave up and leaned back in my chair to catch up on my sleep.

Around 10 a.m., the team arrived in Tongxian County smoothly.

After getting off the bus, Jiang Moli and her fellow travelers stood by the bus waiting for the driver to retrieve their luggage from the roof.

A short while later, a gray minibus also stopped next to the county guesthouse.

The car door opened, and the first person to get off was none other than Lu Dezhao.

Upon seeing Jiang Moli, he waved for her to come over.

"dad."

Lu Dezhao said to her with his hands behind his back, "I've heard about your program being suspended. Don't be too discouraged. The situation is quite turbulent right now, and the higher-ups are doing this for your own good."

Jiang Moli nodded, "It's alright. Great works are often not accepted in the present. Many poets throughout history have had their works become famous only after their death. I believe that when I achieve fame and success, there will be great scholars to debate with me."

(End of this chapter)