The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

The two of them arrived at Jin Dachuan's home.

Jin Dachuan worked at the county's fertilizer factory; his family originally was employed there.

However, his father passed away early, and he joined the army, leaving behind his mother and siblings.

Now that he's back, life is somewhat better.

Jin Dachuan is married, and his wife, Zhao Jinmei, is heavily pregnant—already eight months. The couple lives on their own.

With a small courtyard and five rooms, it's more than enough for the couple.

Naturally, Jin Dachuan welcomed Jiang Xiaoxiao and her companions warmly.

Song Moting had a stern face throughout the journey, not acknowledging Jiang Xiaoxiao at all.

Jiang Xiaoxiao kept smiling obsequiously along the way, but he simply ignored her.

Even upon arriving at Jin Dachuan's house, Song Moting didn't crack a smile.

Jiang Xiaoxiao sighed, pondering how to deal with an angry husband.

It seemed impossible to appease him.

Jin Dachuan wasn't home when they arrived, and his wife, Zhao Jinmei, was chatting in the courtyard.

"You're Dachuan's comrade. It's fine that you came, but there's no need for any lavish gifts. We can't keep these. Dachuan would be upset if he knew."

Jiang Xiaoxiao smiled, noting the gentle and kind tone of her voice. For a man as tough-looking as Jin Dachuan, having such a sweet wife was indeed fortunate.

Song Moting frowned.

The comrades of Jin Dachuan were all known to him; could it be someone he knew?

"Sister-in-law, don't be so distant. I'm close with Brother Jin. If not for... well, let's not talk about the past. Seeing you're about to have a baby, this is my small gesture. You must keep it, or I'll be upset."

The clear and melodious female voice perked Jiang Xiaoxiao's interest, sensing a hint of romantic intrigue.

Could it be that Jin Dachuan met a woman while in the military?

The woman's speech was tantalizingly vague, creating misunderstandings on purpose.

Song Moting's brow furrowed intensely, capable of killing a fly with his glare.

Could it be Wu Fei?

Wu Fei actually isn't giving up.

Chasing him here.

Glancing at Jiang Xiaoxiao's gossipy expression, he felt deep helplessness, knowing his wife's gossip curiosity burned eternally unsatisfied.

How could he be angry with such a wife?

While he boiled with anger, she acted as if nothing was wrong.

This girl whirled around him affectionately; since marrying, she hadn't been this considerate and gentle, sigh!

Forget it!

He pulled Jiang Xiaoxiao inside.

Whispering to her, "When you go inside, take care of Sister-in-law Jinmei a bit. This Wu Fei is trouble and her words are untrustworthy."

His wife's combat effectiveness was undoubtedly top-notch.

Jiang Xiaoxiao clenched Song Moting's large, warm, and firm hand, feeling a sense of comfort.

Stubborn pride.

Yet he couldn't be hard-hearted toward her.

She liked Song Moting in this state.

"Rest assured, I'm here to ensure the mission is completed, Comrade Xiao Song."

Song Moting tightened his grip on her hand, his eyebrows relaxing into a smile.

His eyes filled with fondness, a sight Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't grow tired of!

"You rascal! Wife, tonight, watch how I handle you when we get back!"

The deep voice held an alluring charm.

Handling that only Jiang Xiaoxiao could understand.

Jiang Xiaoxiao blushed, knowing she wasn't as adept at flirting as Song Moting and willingly conceded.

Mr. Song had many tricks when dealing with people.

Despite being a worldly wise woman, she wasn't thick-skinned enough.

"Sister-in-law!"

Song Moting led her inside, where Jiang Xiaoxiao immediately noticed the two in the courtyard.

Zhao Jinmei's belly served as the best introduction.

Zhao Jinmei had delicate features, not particularly pretty, but her expression radiated kindness and warmth, with eyes that naturally smiled.

Wu Fei was different, beautiful with a great figure, but while she smiled, her eyes lacked warmth.

Her gentle attitude masked an authoritative presence.

Upon seeing Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao, Zhao Jinmei quickly greeted them.

"Xiao Song, is this your wife? Come in, come in. Your brother just told me to treat you well. I was preparing your room when Xiao Wu arrived, claiming to be your brother's comrade, here to visit us.

She brought so many things. You know your brother's temper. He'd be angry if I accepted all these."

Zhao Jinmei hurriedly invited them inside.

Song Moting noticed Wu Fei, "Comrade Xiao Wu, I didn't know you'd come all the way from Jingbei just to see an old comrade. Why not visit me at the farm? If I recall correctly, you should know my address."

Wu Fei's face turned pale. She could fool others, but not Song Moting, as they had worked together before.

Song Moting's social standing was different from theirs.

"I was merely passing by. Song Moting, why are you here? I believe you were assigned to Kenqing Farm as a youth representative, quite far from here."

Her words carried deep malice.

"A female comrade from our farm has family here, and we came to help with some issues."

Song Moting led them inside.

Seeing Zhao Jinmei struggling with her bulky figure while trying to serve water, Jiang Xiaoxiao quickly assisted her.

"Sister-in-law, let me help. Don't treat me like a guest. Brother Jin and our Xiao Song are close. If you act polite, that's improper, and I'd have no face to stay in your home."

Wu Fei sneered, likely due to female rivalry. She didn't see Zhao Jinmei as a threat, not as pretty or in shape, an average housewife.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was different—a female worker, yet with unusually fair skin.

Her strikingly pretty features were almost excessive, and her smile annoyingly broad.

This girl seemed familiar, though Wu Fei couldn't place where they met.

Her unexplained disdain made her dislike Jiang Xiaoxiao even more.

Unconcerned, Jiang Xiaoxiao noted.

Zhao Jinmei smiled, "You're Jiang Xiao, right? Moting spoke about you two marrying recently. If Old Jin could find the time, he would have attended your wedding at the farm.

I won't be polite with you. Feel free to serve yourself. The kitchen's over there; I'll be preparing your room."

Zhao Jinmei indeed went to the adjoining room, rummaging through cupboards to arrange bedding.

Jiang Xiaoxiao poured the water; though there was tea and sugar, she didn't bother adding sugar.

She brewed several cups of tea and brought them out.

But noticed Wu Fei's displeased face and Song Moting's angry expression.

The atmosphere didn't foster relaxation.