Chapter 939: Chapter 939 Her Strength 2
He Dongxue didn’t fuss, didn’t cry again. Whatever she was given to eat, she ate, however much he fed her, she consud, obedient as a child. But her docility made everyone’s heart ache.
Perhaps it was because she too desperately wanted to recuperate, or perhaps his words had genuinely coaxed her out of a dead end.
“Brother, don’t you see how boring it is to stay at ho all day? Why not let my colleagues from the translation agency bring so work for ? Speaking of which, all the colleagues at the agency are new, and I haven’t even t them yet! Brother, I’ve been lying down for so long, just let go out to unwind, just for a day; I’ll go et the new colleagues and co right back, okay?” He Zhilan was tugging gently at He Teng’s sleeve, her eyes wide with a pleading look, half-teasing, “When I co back, I’ll be good. If you tell to sleep, I’ll sleep; if you tell to get up, I’ll get up.”
“No, not until after forty days.” He Teng didn’t even think about it before he flatly refused.
He Zhilan had suffered a mishap, and to date, her father and He Da at ho were still unaware. He Zhilan didn’t want to stay in the capital, so he, as her husband, must take good care of her.
“He Teng~” He Zhilan persisted, continuing to shake He Teng’s hand gently.
Unmoved, He Teng closed his eyes and feigned sleep—as soon as He Zhilan played pitiful or charming, he admitted it, he really was helpless. If he glanced at her one more ti, he feared he might accidentally agree to her request.
The wind was still cool this season outside, and it loved to rain, bringing heavy moisture. He absolutely couldn’t let He Zhilan go outside.
“Ateng~~”
He Zhilan nearly shook He Teng’s hand off without getting any reaction from him. He wore a grave expression, eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.
“Ateng~” He Zhilan blew on He Teng’s face, “Are you asleep? If you don’t speak, I’ll take it as your tacit agreent, okay?”
Seeing He Teng frowning and opening his eyes to look at her, He Zhilan laughed softly in triumph.
“I knew you were pretending to sleep!” He Zhilan gloated with a laugh, lying on top of He Teng, delicately planting a kiss on his lips, “Okay, I know you an well for , I won’t tease you anymore, bro, good night.”
After causing enough mischief, He Zhilan snuggled contentedly in He Teng’s embrace and lay down quietly.
When He Teng said that He Zhilan needed to rest for forty days, she really wasn’t allowed to wash her hair, bathe, or go out until after those forty full days.
Unsurprisingly, having stayed in the military compound for forty days without even stepping out of the door, He Zhilan was truly going stir-crazy. After washing her hair and taking a bath the next day, she began strolling around the residential area to get so air, preparing to make a trip to the city bright and early the next day.
However, during this stroll, He Zhilan overheard quite a bit of sour gossip.
“The wife of Deputy Regintal Commander He is too delicate, isn’t she? Isn’t it just a miscarriage? Not only did Deputy Regintal Commander He accompany her in the capital for several days, but even after returning to the base, he still kept making her fancy and nourishing food every day. Just a miscarriage, and she really stayed indoors for forty days before going out, making it like she’s undergoing confinent after giving birth.”
“Exactly! At first, I thought she was so rich man’s daughter. Later, after asking around, I found out she’s Deputy Regintal Commander He’s child bride, who also ca out of the mountains like us. But she’s the only one acting so spoiled! It’s just that she opened a company and made so money, what’s so impressive about that? Did she really have to make herself out to be Empress Dowager Cixi?”
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