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

Chapter 290 The bed collapsed yet again.

There's no lasting grudge between mother and daughter; after a New Year's Eve dinner, the rift between Fann Wong and Lu Tingting had almost completely disappeared.

Back home, Fann Wong found some cold medicine and gave it to Lu Tingting.

"Take some medicine as a precaution. The New Year is coming soon, so don't catch a cold."

Lu Tingting refused, saying, "I've already eaten."

Fann Wong, thinking she wasn't going to eat, asked somewhat irritably, "When did you eat?"

"I ate it. My third aunt made me eat it. You can ask her if you don't believe me."

Seeing how certain she was, Fann Wong believed her.

Back in their room to rest, Lu Yuan talked to her about Jiang Moli, saying, "I think the wife that Lao San found is quite good. She's not as bad as you say."

Fann Wong glanced at her husband and said, "How long have you known her? Do you even know her? How dare you judge whether she's good or bad?"

Lu Yuan said, "Although I don't know much about my third sister-in-law, I can tell a lot from her words and actions. She and Tingting used to not get along, but now she can get Tingting to listen to her, which shows that she has a knack for managing people."

"And what she said about grades during dinner was really true. All five fingers are different lengths. Tingting is just not cut out for studying. We really don't need to be too demanding of her in the future."

Fann Wong couldn't help but say, "It's easy for her to talk now, but she'll have a different opinion when she has her own child."

Fann Wong's statement wasn't necessarily due to any dissatisfaction with Jiang Moli.

On the contrary, she was quite grateful to Jiang Moli.

In any case, Jiang Moli's words during the meal did manage to save face for her and her daughter.

But this does not prevent her from disagreeing with Jiang Moli's statement.

No mother doesn't want her children to be successful.

Especially during holidays and festivals, wherever they go, whether they know the child or not, people will ask about their grades.

Parents feel proud when their children get good grades, but they also lose face when their children get bad grades.

She refused to believe that Jiang Moli could remain calm in her situation.

Putting the children's affairs aside, Fann Wong inquired about her husband's job transfer:

"Is there any hope that you can be transferred back next year?"

Lu Yuan glanced at her. "You ask about this every year. Don't you get tired of it?"

Fan Wenfang said irritably, "If you think I'm annoying you, then just transfer back, and I won't ask anymore! The second son and his wife have been looking for connections for the past two years, and maybe one day the second son will be transferred back. But you, you've been stuck in Heilongjiang Province for twenty years, more lazy than a thousand-year-old tortoise!"

Fann Wong grew increasingly agitated as she spoke, and grabbed a pillowcase to lash out at Lu Yuan.

"After all these years of marriage, I've lived like a widow. You'll only come back when I'm an old lady, won't you?"

Lu Yuan let her blink without even blinking.

Suddenly, she raised her hand, grabbed the pillowcase, and pulled hard. Caught off guard, Fann Wong fell into his arms.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, his dark gaze falling on her still-attractive face, his voice carrying a hint of frivolous teasing.

"Miss me?"

After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

A soft, delicate moan echoed in the room.

Twenty minutes later.

Lu Yuan half-embraced his wife and whispered, "Wenfang, you've really suffered these past years. Dad hasn't retired yet, and even if I'm transferred, I'll be going somewhere else."

"Furthermore, I've served as the regimental commander for so many years, it would be a huge loss to leave now."

Fann Wong suddenly raised her head. "What do you mean? You still want to become a division commander? How long would that take?"

Lu Yuan looked at her and asked, "Don't you want to be the division commander's wife?"

Fann Wong remained silent.

Which woman doesn't want to be a division commander's wife? But becoming a division commander's wife isn't so easy.

However, Lu Yuan's next words made Fan Wenfang's heart pound. "The organization has spoken with me and is preparing to arrange for me to study at the National Defense University next year."

The military has a principle of "training before appointment," and officers who return to the military after further training are generally promoted.

Fann Wong looked at her husband with no resentment, only admiration and joy.

"Are you sure?"

Lu Yuan looked down at her. "What do you think?"

Fann Wong sat up and straightened his collar: "If you ask me, you're great! After your vacation, you can focus on your work. I'll take care of things at home and won't cause you any trouble."

Lu Yuan leaned against the headboard and smiled, "With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?"

Fann Wong glared at him and said, "Stop flattering me. Alright, go to sleep."

……

Lu Cheng leaned against the headboard, lifting the hem of his clothes to his chest, revealing his flat waist and abdomen covered with thin skin.

Jiang Moli knelt on his lap, applying scar removal cream to the scar on his ribs with her middle finger.

"Does the wound still hurt?"

As Jiang Moli asked, she used her fingertips to make circles on his scar to help the ointment be absorbed by his skin.

Lu Cheng grabbed her hand and moved it down, "Don't worry about the injury, take care of it."

"I'm going to wash my hands first."

"No need to wash it, it's all made of traditional Chinese medicine ingredients, it won't harm your body."

Jiang Moli: "I don't like its taste."

Lu Cheng: “…”

After waiting for Jiang Moli to wash her hands and return to her room, Lu Cheng immediately locked the door, lifted her up by her legs, and kissed her as he walked towards the bed.

After warming up.

Jiang Moli stopped him, saying, "I want to be on top."

Lu Cheng smiled indulgently and replied with a "okay".

The bed began to rock gently.

After a while, Lu Cheng laughed at her, "You're so weak and have no strength at all. Why don't I do it?"

Jiang Moli snorted, "The bed will collapse in a minute."

Lu Cheng simply didn't believe it. The new bed they bought when they got married had only been sleeping on for six months; how could it possibly collapse?

"It won't collapse. Even if it does, I'll be there to cushion your fall."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud "boom" resounded.

The bed collapsed!
……

Lu Cheng and Lu Dezhao lifted the corner of the bed, while Ma Hongmei placed a wooden stool, about the same height as the bed leg, under the bed to serve as a bed leg, so that Lu Cheng and Jiang Moli could manage to get by tonight.

Holding the bed leg that had broken in two, An Hui couldn't help but grumble: "That craftsman last time was really unreliable. He charged me 15 yuan to repair a bed leg, and it collapsed again after only a short time!"

Hearing this, Lu Cheng couldn't help but wonder, "This bed collapsed before? How could a new bed collapse?"

Upon learning that Lu Tingting had broken his bed and ruined his good time, Lu Cheng wanted to grab her and give her a good beating.

"A sneeze, a sneeze!"

After sneezing several times, Lu Tingting rubbed her nose, wondering if she was really catching a cold. She quickly got up and went to the living room to take three more cold medicine tablets.

The broken bed leg was supported by a wooden stool, which was enough to make it sleepy for one night, but it was definitely not suitable for anything else.

"We'll go buy a bed as soon as it's light tomorrow."

Sensing the unfulfilled desire in the man's words, Jiang Moli turned her porcelain-white face and blinked her watery almond-shaped eyes, asking:

Do you think the desk legs are sturdy?