Chapter 113: The Bed Collapsed, and the Table Collapsed Too

"Approved."

Si Rong placed the rose into the white porcelain vase.

"But before that," she leaned into the man's embrace, her soft arms climbing up his neck, her cheeks flushed with a seductive light pink, "please let Division Commander Jiang wash up first; I will inspect later."

"Welcome to inspect."

A starry night, the evening wind blew fiercely.

The rose in the white porcelain vase swayed with the wind and rain.

It emitted waves of fragrant dew.

Suddenly—

With a bang, the two shadows on the curtains froze instantly.

Si Rong leaned in Jiang Cheng's arms, somewhat startled and uncertain, "Jiang Cheng, did the bed collapse?"

"Don't worry about it..."

Si Rong had just pulled away when she was kissed again.

"What's that sound?" Xu Yan was woken up by the commotion.

Jiang Yu pulled her back to his side, "Thunder, go to sleep quickly."

Tsk, his brother really has a lot of strength.

Downstairs, hearing this commotion, Father Jiang and Mother Jiang remained quite calm.

"Spendthrift!" Mother Jiang said speechlessly, "Good thing I had the bed in his room replaced with a Simmons mattress earlier."

"They are still young, a little tumble is nothing."

Father Jiang couldn't help but recall when they were young; falling off a wooden bed was what you called painful.

Even if a Simmons mattress collapses, there is still the mattress underneath.

People nowadays really know how to enjoy life.

Mother Jiang rolled her eyes at him, yet her body still snuggled against his side, "The men of your Jiang Family are all cut from the same cloth."

Full of vigor.

"By the way, Mom is coming tomorrow. She has always looked down on Rongrong; why don't we just rent another place for Mom to stay?"

Father Jiang remembered this matter and proposed.

It was originally their turn to care for the old lady for a month, but the eldest brother fell up the mountain and broke his leg, so the old lady had to come to their house early.

"She has to be willing, too," Mother Jiang understood her mother-in-law's temperament best, "Better to avoid trouble than to invite it. Ah Cheng also has an apartment allocated by his military unit; tomorrow I'll go see what's missing there. Why not let the young couple stay there for a while, and when Mom leaves, let them move back?"

Although she disliked her mother-in-law, the husband was, after all, raised by her.

When she comes for retirement, she still has to take care of her personally.

Furthermore, it is also for her own sake.

They say, "Ten years to look at the mother-in-law, ten years to look at the daughter-in-law."

Serving her own mother-in-law like this can be considered setting an example for her own two daughters-in-law.

Bang—

A loud sound of a second occurrence.

Si Rong:...

She pinched Jiang Cheng's arm, unable to endure it any longer, "Didn't you say this vanity table was solid wood?"

It was one thing for the bed to collapse, but now even the only other piece of furniture in the room was broken.

How was she supposed to explain this to people tomorrow?

"Don't worry, I will fix it."

Jiang Cheng picked her up entirely, "Stop pinching for now, I want to..."

When Si Rong got up the next day, the sun was truly already shining on her backside.

The bright spring sunlight filtered in through the gaps in the curtains; everything was beautiful beyond words.

Si Rong stretched, her waist was so sore.

The bed frame creaked.

Right, she forgot, the bed collapsed last night.

This man's stamina was simply terrifying; Si Rong experienced things she had never experienced in her previous marriage.

Very pleasurable.

Only, the consequences.

Si Rong covered her eyes; she really hoped Jiang Cheng could fix the bed.

The door pushed open, and Jiang Cheng walked in.

The man was full of vigor, forming a stark contrast to her lethargy.

"What about the bed?" Si Rong couldn't wait to resolve this matter.

Jiang Cheng brought breakfast to the bedside.

"Find someone to fix it."

He only knew how to fix tables and chairs; with his carpentry skills, he feared that even if he barely fixed it, it might collapse a second time.

"Then how do we tell Mom and Dad?"

Si Rong didn't want it to be too awkward.

"No need to tell them," Jiang Cheng went to the washroom to soak a towel in warm water, then very naturally wiped Si Rong's hands, "Later, I'll find someone to custom-make an iron frame and just put the mattress on top of it."

Si Rong was injured last night.

It would be best to rest in bed today.

Si Rong:...

An iron bed?

Although it is a good idea, and there would be no need to worry about the bed collapsing in the future, she should be worried about herself instead.

"No, I haven't washed up yet."

Although she felt somewhat uncomfortable, Si Rong was not used to lying in bed and being fed.

"I don't mind," Jiang Cheng said, kissing her on the lips before holding the spoon to her lips again, "If you get out of bed now, your wound will definitely get worse and worse."

Si Rong's skin was truly too delicate; it turned red at a touch, and at the slightest force...

Blame him.

After forcing herself to finish half a bowl of porridge, Si Rong was tucked back into the covers by Jiang Cheng.

"Rest assured, there is no one at home today; Mom and Dad have returned to their old home in the countryside, Jiang Yu has gone to work, and Jiang Zhi and Jiang You have both gone to school. You should get some good sleep."

He had to go out for a while.

Si Rong yawned; she had only slept for half the night, so she indeed still felt very sleepy.

When she woke up again, it was already noon.

Jiang Cheng was sitting by the bedside, watching her quietly, not knowing how long he had been watching.

Si Rong touched her face; she hadn't even washed her face today.

"I'm going to wash up," Si Rong had just started to lift the quilt to get out of bed when she was pressed back down by Jiang Cheng.

"Not yet, I got some medicine for you," he said with a serious expression.

Si Rong was confused, "What medicine?"

Then she realized, it couldn't be what she was thinking, could it?

Jiang Cheng pointed to her legs, "For the swelling."

Si Rong:...

How absurd!

The once-ascetic campus heartthrob was actually giving her that kind of medicine with a straight face.

"You, where did you get it?"

Si Rong was a little curious.

"From the military doctor at the base."

It wasn't to save money; it was mainly because his wife deserved the best.

The military doctor's herbal ointment was, after all, more reassuring to use.

Si Rong was suddenly even more curious; she took the ointment box from his hand, her mind recalling the old man she had seen before at Jiang Cheng's dormitory, "How did you explain it to the military doctor?"

"Just, just, don't worry about how I explained it, hurry up and apply the medicine!"

Jiang Cheng seemed unwilling to bring it up, only anxious to apply the medicine for Si Rong.

"No way, if you don't tell me, I won't apply the medicine! Let it stay swollen!" Si Rong was truly too curious.

The corners of Jiang Cheng's lips pulled into a somewhat helpless smile, "Is it your body or my body?"

Why did it seem like he was the one begging Si Rong to apply the medicine?

Si Rong huffed, "It's my body, that's true, but don't you use it too?"

Jiang Cheng:...

Use it, of course he used it.

Jiang Cheng leaned into her ear and whispered the process of how he went to the military doctor to ask for the medicine.

"Really?" Si Rong struggled immensely to hold back her laughter, "You really said that to him?"

It cracked her up.

It was truly hard to imagine that Jiang Cheng, a tall and sturdy-looking military officer, could be so meticulous and considerate.

After laughing, Si Rong felt moved in her heart.

The feeling of being cherished and held in the palm of someone's hand like this was truly wonderful.

In the future, she would also treat Jiang Cheng better.

Si Rong placed the medicine back into Jiang Cheng's palm and leaned back against the pillow, "Then I shall trouble Division Commander Jiang to help me apply the medicine!"