The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

Upon learning that this little thing, who was always pretending to be a gangster, was afraid of receiving injections, the general no longer insisted on it. Instead, he left the military hospital with her in his arms.

Behind them was a deputy officer hastily trying to catch up with them. He sounded hesitant when he asked, “General, will you be returning to the camp now? Do you need me to send Ms. Jiang back to your accommodation at the campsite, so you can later…”

Jiang Mianmian caught what the former was hinting at. Since they were inspecting their new recruits, Zhan Muqian must have rushed over to the presidential palace before the inspection was over.

She shook the man’s arm and whispered to him, “Uncle Zhan, you return to the military base first, I—”

However, he interrupted her words and gave an order to this subordinate. “I won’t be returning today. Keep an eye on things back there, and report to me right away should something happens.”

Swallowing down his words, the deputy officer respectfully saluted to him. “Yes, general!”

As he turned around and took a hasty leave, he could not help but let out a gasp inwardly. Having worked under the general for years, he was well aware that work took priority in the former’s life. To him, nothing was more important than military affairs.

However, ever since he married Miss Jiang, things were clearly different.

The general had completely changed.

No longer was he that cold, proud, and aloof Yama of the past…

…

In the evening, as Mianmian lay comfortably in her queen-sized bed for a rest, she had the feeling that karma was gradually creeping up on her.

The wounds on her knees were beginning to hurt, even more so than how it felt during the day.

She had almost fallen into a slumber in her soft bed but her sleepiness gradually faded away as the painful sensation grew more intense.

When Zhan Muqian pushed open her bedroom door and entered the room, what came into view was the wild lass all curled up and hissing in pain.

It was only inevitable, since the wounds were so deep that the pain would intensify at night.

He poured her a cup of warm water and then fed the little thing a painkiller.

Her initial bravado soon wore off as she grimaced in pain.

The man caressed her head. The wild little thing, who was baring her fangs and brandishing her claws in the day, now lay in his arms under his affectionate care, looking like a tamed domestic kitten as she wrinkled her nose and sniffed.

A deep frown set in his forehead and he pinched her cheek for a bit. “Is the painkiller ineffective? Are you still badly hurting?”

Nestled in his arms, the distressed-looking kitten bit her lower lip.

After a moment, she let out a piteous and coyish cry. “It hurts, Uncle…”

The man stiffened slightly.

That lingering cry had him softening his heart.

This lass, who was hooking a fair and slender finger at his collar, was still acting all coquettishly and was not at all like her usual hooligan self…

“Uncle, let me smoke a cigarette. I’m in pain… I heard that smoking helps with numbing pain.”

With a solemn countenance, the general refused her in his low voice. “No. Have you forgotten about our house rules?”

Her cheeks instantly puffed up. “How can you be so dictatorial and domineering when I’m in such pain? Just a puff will do!”

She had no idea how much of a blow she had dealt him with that weak moan.

His face grew heavy and pensive. Eventually, though, he went against his principles and pulled out a pack of smoke for men from his pocket, and lit a stick.

With the cigarette between his slender fingers, he pushed the stick between her lips.

She took a deep drag at it only to choke and cough from the pungent smell—

Cough! Cough, cough, cough—

It was too pungent! She was used to smoking menthol cigarettes that were meant for ladies and so, never did she expect that the type he smoked would be so pungent!

The man reached out to pat her back as he placed the cigarette between his lips.

After regaining her breaths under his soothing patting, she suddenly narrowed her eyes in mischief. “Uncle, is this considered indirect kissing?”