Marriage in the 1970s: The Political Commissar's Contract Wife

Xiaxia looks absolutely gorgeous today!

Like a fairy descended from a New Year's painting, or a peony in full bloom, she was delicate and vibrant, carrying a resilient vitality reborn from adversity. Wang Chun looked at her, even happier than if he were wearing new clothes himself.

She subconsciously touched her cheek.

During this month, she accompanied Zhixia to eat all the good things Fang Chu sent, including various nutritional supplements, refined grains, and snacks that she usually couldn't bear to buy... She also benefited a lot from it.

She felt she was a bit plumper than before, her complexion was better, and her skin even seemed a little fairer. This was truly… a case of one person achieving enlightenment, and even their chickens and dogs ascending to heaven? Pshaw, she wasn't a chicken or dog, she was a hero!

Wang Chunmei thought to herself with satisfaction, then stepped forward to help Zhixia straighten her already impeccably neat collar one last time, and said softly but firmly:

"Xiaxia, you're absolutely the most dazzling bride here today! No one can compare!"

Zhi Xia smiled, amused by Wang Chun, and the slight frown that had been on her face relaxed. She said softly, "Yes, I know."

Looking at her radiant smile, Wang Chun was overjoyed. He couldn't help but hug her arm, half-jokingly and half-seriously exclaiming, "Xiaxia, I wish I were a man! I would definitely marry you! I wouldn't let anyone else have you!"

Zhang Meili, who was standing to the side, frowned as she listened and gently patted her: "Xiaochun! Don't talk nonsense! What time is it!" This girl really has no restraint.

Just as they were laughing and joking, a deafening sound of gongs, drums, and firecrackers erupted outside the courtyard, and someone shouted, "The groom has come to fetch the bride!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Chun immediately put her hands on her hips and muttered with feigned dissatisfaction, "Why are you here so early! Are you in such a hurry to be reborn? Our Xiaxia isn't ready yet!" Her protective attitude made Zhang Meili roll her eyes at her, speechless.

As they spoke, Fang Chu, surrounded by a group of young officers, entered the house.

He was also wearing a brand-new military uniform today, with a big red flower pinned to his chest. His posture was upright, and his already outstanding appearance was further enhanced by his heroic spirit. However, when he saw Zhi Xia standing in the center of the room, wearing a red dress, with fair skin and beautiful features, he froze on the spot.

beautiful!

His mind went blank, with only these few words echoing repeatedly. This was ten times more beautiful than he had imagined!

Even the most elaborately dressed leading performers in the cultural troupe paled in comparison to her.

It was a vibrant, life-filled, and undeniable beauty, like the midday sun, crashing straight into his heart, making him gasp for breath and utterly captivated.

Li Yunxiao, who was standing next to Fang Chu, stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape for a long time.

He nudged the stunned Fang Chu hard with his elbow, lowering his voice, his tone filled with disbelief, envy, jealousy, and resentment:

"My goodness... This... this is really Zhi Xia, who was pale and on the verge of death in the infirmary a month ago? She miscarried... and yet she's transformed, growing even more beautiful? What the hell is going on?! Your luck... is just too good! It's practically a blessing in disguise!"

The hustle and bustle of the room seemed to freeze at that moment. All eyes, whether filled with amazement, envy, or mixed emotions, were focused on that dazzling red figure. Zhi Xia lowered her eyelashes slightly, feeling the burning gaze focused on her, knowing that this grand drama was finally about to begin.

After the initial amazement, the atmosphere inside the room grew increasingly lively amidst the crowd. Someone shouted first, "Groom! Hug the bride! Let us share in the joy!"

This sound, like a drop of water thrown into a pot of oil, instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the entire audience, and the young men joined in the cheering:

"Yes! Give me a hug! Give me a hug!"

"Political Commissar Fang, don't be shy!"

"Quick, hug me!"

Fang Chu was pushed from behind by the crowd and stumbled forward involuntarily, coming directly in front of Zhi Xia. He could almost smell the faint fragrance in her hair.

His body stiffened instantly, his hands hanging at his sides, clenched into fists, his fingertips digging deeply into his palms.

He dare not.

He didn't dare touch her.

He feared that even the slightest touch would offend the unreal beauty before him.

He was even more afraid of seeing the slightest bit of disgust, aversion, or cold forbearance in her eyes. That would be worse than death for him.

Seeing that he didn't make a move, the commotion grew louder and louder, and the scene became somewhat out of control.

At the height of the commotion, Zhi Xia, who had been keeping her eyes slightly lowered, suddenly raised her eyelids and looked at him calmly.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the noise and reached his ears, carrying a calm, matter-of-fact tone: "Give them a hug. Otherwise, they won't stop."

Fang Chu suddenly looked at her, meeting her calm, even slightly urging gaze. There was no shyness, no expectation, only a pragmatic approach to solving the problem.

"...Okay." He heard his own dry voice.

As if he had received some kind of pardon, or as if he had been stung by that gaze, he steeled his heart, stretched out his arms, and with an almost resolute force, pulled Zhi Xia tightly and fiercely into his embrace!

In that instant, he felt the body in his arms stiffen, and he smelled her scent even more clearly.

His heart pounded wildly in his chest, making his eardrums buzz. This embrace, which he longed for yet dared not approach, was actually realized under such absurd and forced circumstances.

"Oh—!!!" When everyone saw that the groom had finally "got it," they cheered and applauded even more enthusiastically, achieving the lively effect they wanted.

No one knew how much complex and turbulent emotion Fang Chu felt, yet had nowhere to place it, and how Zhi Xia possessed a detached and icy clarity within that seemingly warm embrace.

Fang Chu held Zhi Xia's hand tightly, and surrounded by relatives, friends, and colleagues, they walked out of Zhi Lin's house. Firecracker debris covered the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and celebration.

As soon as they stepped out of the courtyard gate, some members of the crowd, eager for a good show, started shouting again, this time even louder:

"Political Commissar Fang! Let's take the bride home!"

"Yes! Carry him back! That would show more affection!"

"Just these few steps, let's demonstrate the strength of our soldiers!"

Upon hearing this, Zhilin immediately stepped forward, half-jokingly protecting his sister: "What are you talking about! There are so many people, all jostling and bumping around. What if he loses his footing and falls down? No way!"

Li Yunxiao immediately put his arm around Zhi Lin's shoulder with a grin and started fanning the flames: "Brother Zhi, you're underestimating our Political Commissar Fang! Although he's in political work, his grades in all areas at military academy are top-notch, and his physical fitness is absolutely amazing! If he can't even carry his wife back on such a short distance, I think he should really consider stepping down!"

His words drew laughter and agreement from the crowd: "Exactly! Exactly!"