Zhang Xiaoshan looked at the woman, a bit bewildered.
"Sister Lanhua, what are you doing here?"
The person in the room was indeed Jia Lanhua.
Jia Lanhua blushed upon seeing Zhang Xiaoshan walk in.
"Wait for to get dressed before we talk, okay?"
Jia Lanhua’s eyes were bleary with sleep, her hair a tousled ss, clearly just woken up. She hurriedly moved to go back to the bedroom to fix her clothes.
Zhang Xiaoshan strode over in a few swift steps, reaching Jia Lanhua, he grabbed her snow-white wrist.
"Don’t, isn’t it just fine like this?"
As he spoke, his other hand began to wander.
Jia Lanhua’s eyes also turned charming and blurred as the two of them fell onto the big bed behind them.
This was the first ti she had shown a truly submissive deanor since she had beco intimate with him.
The reason was simple
She was divorced now, left alone, and Zhang Xiaoshan was her only support. She had to contain her previously spoiled and fiery temperant. She understood very clearly that Zhang Xiaoshan was not Wu Damming, he wouldn’t indulge her, and he had also saved her, he was her great benefactor. Thus, this ti, she considered herself a gift to him as thanks.
Moreover, she had been a married woman before, so her tis with Zhang Xiaoshan amounted to infidelity. Although that had a certain thrill, there was also a deep sense of guilt, keeping her from going all out.
Now she was divorced, a free woman.
She was without a single concern or burden and could be unrestrained.
"Mmm mmm mmm..."
Finally, Jia Lanhua lay still.
Zhang Xiaoshan gently nudged Jia Lanhua, and she rolled over beside him, then hugged his neck and snuggled close to him, pressing tightly against him.
Zhang Xiaoshan was also lying back, facing Jia Lanhua with one hand propping up his head, and asked her.
"How did you get here, when were you discharged from the hospital, why didn’t you tell ?"
Jia Lanhua threw Zhang Xiaoshan a coquettish look and said in a plaintive tone,
"You are a busy man; I didn’t want to bother you."
"Yesterday afternoon, the public safety departnt lifted their supervision over , and ili brought here."
"I even called you, but I couldn’t get through at all. If ili hadn’t picked up, I wouldn’t have known what to do..."
As she spoke, Jia Lanhua’s voice choked up, and tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes.
Yes, she was now helpless and felt incredibly insecure.
Zhang Xiaoshan felt a pang of guilt.
He stroked Jia Lanhua’s attractive face, comforting her as he spoke.
"I’m sorry; you know there’s no signal in the village, I was negligent. Here, take this."
Zhang Xiaoshan reached into the pocket of his jeans at the bedside and pulled out his wallet, from which he drew a bank card and placed it on Jia Lanhua’s delicate collarbone.
"What’s this?"
Zhang Xiaoshan said.
"There’s just under a million in here, you take it and spend it. If it’s not enough, I’ll give you more."
"Just under a million? That much? I, I can’t take it."
Jia Lanhua was startled.
Living long-term in White Dragon Village, even as the wife of the village chief Wu Damming, she had never had access to such a large sum of money.
To her, it was an astronomical figure.
She quickly tried to return the card to Zhang Xiaoshan.
"I can’t take this, really, it’s too much."
Jia Lanhua’s face was flustered.
But Zhang Xiaoshan insisted,
"Sister Lanhua, there’s no need to be polite with . The Zhang Xiaoshan you’re lying with now isn’t the poor kid he used to be. Besides, you’re my dear sister. I’m willing to support you, so just spend it."
Zhang Xiaoshan placed the bank card under Jia Lanhua’s pillow without further discussion.
"You rascal, are you intending to keep ?"
Jia Lanhua’s heart leapt with joy, seeing that Zhang Xiaoshan truly was a man she could rely on.
"Then you’ll have to perform well," Zhang Xiaoshan tugged at Jia Lanhua’s hair.
Jia Lanhua imdiately understood and burrowed her head under the covers.
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