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

To everyone's surprise, Fang Chu did not restrain herself upon hearing this. Instead, her eyes lit up and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up, revealing a triumphant and extremely happy smile.

That's exactly what he was waiting for!

"Oh?" He released her legs, moved closer to her, and stared intently at her lips, which were unusually moist because of her anger. His voice deepened, "So now... I want to kiss you, what should I do?"

Zhi Xia's heart skipped a beat under his intense gaze. She instinctively turned her face away, using her hand to block his approaching chest, and hurriedly made up an excuse: "You...you go brush your teeth first!"

"Okay! Coming right away!" Fang Chu agreed readily, immediately got up, and practically ran to the washroom.

Zhi Xia watched his impatient back as he walked away, touched her still burning cheeks, and belatedly realized that she seemed to have been tricked by him again! He used an even more "outrageous" request to get permission for a "kiss" that might not have been so easy to obtain!

Before she could come up with a solution, Fang Chu had already returned, having brushed her teeth like a gust of wind.

His breath carried the cool scent of mint, yet his eyes burned with intense heat.

Without a word, he leaned down and accurately captured her lips. It was no longer a fleeting kiss like the one on her instep earlier, but a deep kiss filled with long-suppressed desire and a domineering assertion of ownership.

"Mmm..." All of Zhi Xia's protests and thoughts were silenced by this sudden, passionate kiss.

He held her tightly in his arms, bearing the weight of his surging emotions. Her hands, which had initially tried to push him away, gradually lost their strength under his firm yet gentle advances. She could only softly cling to his shoulders, holding him tightly as if he were the only piece of driftwood in a vast ocean.

When the kiss ended, Zhixia leaned against Fang Chu's chest, completely exhausted, breathing softly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glistening with tears.

Fang Chu held her tightly, burying his burning face in the crook of her neck, his chest heaving as he tried to calm the almost uncontrollable burning desire aroused by that deep kiss.

The room fell silent, with only the intertwined, still-unsteady breathing of the two people remaining.

After a while, Zhixia felt that he was holding her too tightly, and she was sweating. She couldn't help but gently push him away, her voice carrying a hint of coquettish complaint: "Loosen up a bit... it's hot."

Fang Chu loosened his grip slightly, but still didn't let go of her. His voice was terribly hoarse, carrying a hint of suppressed pleading: "Wait a minute... Qingqing, let me hold you a little longer. I... I need to catch my breath."

Zhi Xia felt the tension and stiffness in a certain part of his body, as well as the astonishing heat transmitted through the thin fabric, and instantly understood what he was "relaxing".

Her face flushed, and she dared not move again. She obediently leaned against him, even softening her breathing.

Fang Chu held her soft body in his arms, the faint, pleasant scent of milk and plum blossoms lingering around his nose. The restless fire in his heart was gradually replaced by a deeper, more overflowing tenderness.

He patted her back gently, as if comforting a child.

In this reassuring embrace and gentle, rhythmic pats, Zhixia's daytime exhaustion and pregnancy-related drowsiness washed over her.

Her tense nerves slowly relaxed, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and feeling his strong and powerful heartbeat, she drifted off to sleep.

Listening to the even, shallow breathing of the person in his arms, Fang Chu lowered his head and looked at her peaceful sleeping face. Her long eyelashes cast soft shadows under her eyes, and her lips were still slightly red and swollen.

His heart softened, and all his restlessness transformed into endless tenderness at that moment.

He carefully adjusted her position to make her more comfortable, then gently pulled the blanket over them, covering them both completely.

Tonight, after experiencing the "stimulation of the letter," the "nauseating offensive," and the "deep kiss," Comrade Fang Chu finally got his wish and slept in the same bed with his beloved "darling."

He held his sleeping wife and children contentedly, as if embracing the whole world, and fell into a deep sleep in this real sense of possession.

On New Year's Eve, Kyoto is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, exuding a strong festive atmosphere.

Fang Chu's older sister, Fang Hua, brought her two boys—ten-year-old Jiangnan and seven-year-old Jiangbei—to deliver New Year's gifts to their parents.

Fang Zheng and Zheng Qin were both enjoying a rare day off at home, and their faces immediately lit up with smiles upon seeing their grandson.

"Jiangnan and Jiangbei are here! Let Grandpa see, they've grown taller again!" Fang Zheng called out to his two grandsons.

"Happy Chinese New Year, Grandma and Grandpa!" the two boys greeted sweetly.

Fang Hua put down the bags he was carrying, glanced around the somewhat deserted living room, and asked, "Dad, is my brother really not coming home for Chinese New Year this year?"

Fang Zheng sighed, his tone filled with understanding, but also a hint of barely perceptible disappointment: "She's not coming back. Xiaxia is pregnant with twins, and her health is weak; she can't withstand a long journey. Xiao Chu is worried about her."

"Twins?!" Fang Hua raised his eyebrows in surprise. "My younger brother is truly... a man of few words, but when he does speak, he's astounding!"

She leaned closer, her face filled with intense curiosity. "Dad, Mom, has my brother sent any photos of that Zhixia back? I'm so curious! What kind of 'delicate beauty' could make my arrogant brother so infatuated that he didn't even come home for the New Year?"

Zheng Qin shook her head, her tone tinged with helplessness and a subtle approval of her son's actions: "No. He hasn't sent a single photo. Your brother is protecting Xiaxia too well, like she's some rare treasure. I heard from Yunyun that Xiao Chu over there basically doesn't let Xiaxia go out. He's practically holding her in his hands for fear of dropping her, or keeping her in his mouth for fear of her melting away, as if he's afraid his wife will be seen by someone else or kidnapped by some shady character!"

"Have you seen Yunyun before?" Fang Hua immediately grasped the key information.

"I've met her." Zheng Qin nodded. "Yunyun told me about her after she came back from there. She said Xiaxia is really beautiful, the kind of beauty that...you can't forget her after just one look. She even joked that if she were a man, she would marry Xiaxia too."

Upon hearing this, Fang Hua's face showed a knowing expression.

Yunyun is a girl with high aspirations and discerning tastes, so it's not easy to get such high praise from her.

"If even Yunyun says she's beautiful, she must really be beautiful to a certain degree," Fang Hua clicked his tongue, his tone a mix of teasing and understanding. "No wonder my brother's been so protective of her, like he's holding a chick close to its back. He's afraid someone will have designs on her!"

The family chatted and laughed, their conversation revolving around the mysterious and beautiful sister-in-law/daughter-in-law, filled with curiosity and imagination about this family member they had never met.

Meanwhile, Zhi Xia, thousands of miles away, was unaware that she had become the center of attention on New Year's Eve in the Fang family's grand mansion in Kyoto.