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

She covered his mouth with her hand, threatening him shyly, "You're not allowed to call me that in front of others! Do you hear me?!"

Fang Chu pulled her hand down, held it in his palm, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why should I? I'm calling my own wife in my own home, it's not like I'm breaking the law."

"People will laugh at us!" Zhixia tried to reason with him.

"They weren't joking," Fang Chu corrected seriously. "They were envious, envious of our good relationship."

Unable to argue with him, Zhixia resorted to her "trump card," putting on a stern face: "I said no, and that's final! Otherwise... otherwise I won't sleep in the same bed with you anymore!"

To everyone's surprise, Fang Chu's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this. Far from being afraid, she showed a look of delight and leaned close to her ear, whispering with burning breath, "Really? Then... Qingqing, will you... help me tonight?"

Zhi Xia's face flushed even redder as she realized the deeper meaning behind his words.

She buried her face in his chest, blushing, and muttered as she bargained, "You...you have to promise me first! You're not allowed to call me 'Qingqing' in front of other people!"

Fang Chu readily complied: "Okay! I won't call when there are other people around, but I'll call when it's just the two of us, alright?"

"Do you keep your word?" Zhixia looked up, still uneasy, to confirm.

"Of course I'll keep my word!" Fang Chu agreed readily, then pressed closer, her eyes dark and seductive. "Then... Qingqing, will you... help me tonight?"

Zhixia, unable to bear his nagging any longer, her heart pounding like a drum, finally whispered her only request, filled with immense shyness: "...You mustn't hurt the child."

Fang Chu was overjoyed and immediately assured him, her tone as solemn as if she were making a vow: "Of course! I'll be more careful than anyone else!"

Outside the window, the faint sound of firecrackers heralded the arrival of the New Year. Inside, however, spring had already quietly filled the air.

That evening, Wang Chun was originally eager to stay and keep watch over Zhi Xia on New Year's Eve, but Fang Chu unceremoniously "invited" him out.

"Qingqing is pregnant and can't stay up all night to celebrate the New Year." Fang Chu's reasoning was sound, but her tone carried an undeniable possessiveness. "Go back and celebrate with your nephew and niece. Come back tomorrow morning."

That natural "Qingqing" sent shivers down Wang Chun's spine once again. She practically fled in panic, gaining a new understanding of Political Commissar Fang's shamelessness.

After getting rid of the "third wheel," Fang Chu carefully washed Zhi Xia's feet, quickly washed herself, and then nimbly slipped into Zhi Xia's bed, pulling her soft body into her arms.

His intentions were obvious, and Zhixia subconsciously felt some resistance and stiffness.

Fang Chu didn't force her, but patiently soothed her in a low, gentle voice:

"Qingqing, don't be afraid... I won't hurt you or the baby... Trust me..."

Under his gentle soothing words, Zhixia's tense body gradually relaxed.

This was the first time that both parties were truly of one mind while both were fully conscious.

There was no drug-induced confusion, no alcohol-induced haze.

This time, he and Zhixia truly became husband and wife.

With this intimate moment under his sober mind, his beloved will definitely never think of leaving him or the children again.

Afterwards, he carefully cleaned her up, helped her put on soft pajamas, and placed a tender kiss on her sweaty forehead, his voice hoarse and gentle: "Go to sleep early, I have to go to the camp for my shift."

Having just experienced such intimacy and tenderness, Zhixia felt a sudden, unfamiliar emptiness and fear welling up inside her when she heard he was about to leave. Instinctively, she tugged at his sleeve, her voice tinged with a dependence she herself didn't realize: "When...when are you coming back?"

Fang Chu looked at the lingering affection in her eyes and her heart softened completely. She gently promised, "I'll be back in two hours."

Hearing the exact time, Zhixia finally breathed a sigh of relief, loosened her grip, and then added with concern, "Um... wear something warm, it's cold outside."

"Mmm." Fang Chu responded, tucking the blanket around her before turning around and disappearing into the cold wind of New Year's Eve.

His heart was burning with warmth, and his steps were firm, because he knew that there was now a truly warm and caring person in his family.

When Fang Chu arrived at Zhi Lin's house, he was ten minutes late.

Zhi Lin was already waiting in the shadows by the courtyard gate. When he saw him coming, he raised his wrist to check his watch and said in a calm but authoritative tone, "You're ten minutes late."

Fang Chu showed no remorse, but rather an undisguised smugness, her tone even a little boastful: "Xiaxia can't live without me. Just now... she was a little scared, so I stayed with her a little longer."

These words struck Zhilin like a thunderbolt, leaving him completely stunned!

He abruptly turned to look at Fang Chu, struggling to discern her expression in the dim light, his voice trembling: "You...you and Xia Xia...when did you become so close?!" This progress was unbelievable to him!

Fang Chu put his hands in his coat pockets, his tone relaxed, as if he were talking about something perfectly natural: "Just in the last few days. To be precise, it started after I received that letter from Zuo Qi."

"A letter from Zuoqi?!" Zhilin's heart sank, and her tone suddenly became stern. "You showed the letter to Xiaxia?"

"No," Fang Chu answered crisply, even letting out a soft chuckle. "I burned it."

"Burned?!" Zhi Lin was even more confused. "Then Xia Xia...didn't make a fuss with you?" Given his sister's personality, how could she possibly let it go after her private messages were destroyed?

Fang Chu turned to look at Zhi Lin, his eyes shining brightly in the night, filled with an unwavering certainty: "No. Brother, Xia Xia has already relinquished Zuo Qi. She's decided to settle down and live a good life with me."

Lower the left flag? Just live a normal life?

Zhi Lin's inner alarm bells were ringing loudly.

He knew his sister too well. She was stubborn and opinionated. How could she suddenly change her attitude and want to "live a good life" with this man she once hated so much just because a letter was burned?

This is so unusual!