Having Jiang Heng outside, Su Jin felt much more at ease in her heart. Her mind started wandering—after all, he was her very own husband.
After washing up, since there weren’t many formalities before, Jiang Heng simply lifted his vest and pulled it off.
The muscles in his arms flexed as he moved, his broad back and shoulder blades visible. His skin wasn’t dark, but neither was it very pale—rugged and wild in its own way. Though she couldn’t see the front, the side view already showed the defined shark-like lines of his muscles.
Every muscle was perfectly proportioned, neither too big nor too small, and it hit exactly the points that Su Jin found attractive.
It was almost sculptural.
Su Jin was stunned.
She wanted nothing more than to have a phone right now to capture this moment and keep it for herself.
If Jiang Heng had been born in her era and had a social media account, she was certain he would become wildly popular.
She could even guarantee that a swarm of likes and comments would fight over him.
The night was quiet, the moonlight gentle.
Jiang Heng pulled up the blanket, said “Good night,” and closed his eyes.
Su Jin thought: And that’s it? She was expecting something else?
If she didn’t make the move now, when would she?
Her long, fair arms unconsciously draped over his neck.
Her pale arms rested against the waistband of his white vest.
Jiang Heng felt a shiver at his heart, his veins throbbing.
Suddenly, he lifted Su Jin’s hand and gently placed it back down. He looked at her seriously, his eyes cold and restrained, but a deeper look revealed a hidden tenderness.
“Sleep properly. Don’t let your hands and feet wander.”
Su Jin didn’t protest, but pouted softly: “I need a hug to fall asleep!”
Jiang Heng’s strong body tensed. Where did this wife of mine come from? Her boldness—was she not afraid he might devour her in one bite?
Su Jin’s eyes sparkled as she stared at him intently. “Hmph! If you won’t hug me, I’ll sleep over there.”
She scooted toward the wall and rested there.
Jiang Heng couldn’t resist anymore. This wife of his was hard to pacify.
He slowly approached her, leaning down slightly.
“Sweetheart, it’ll be cold sleeping by the wall.”
Su Jin turned her head to the side. “Cold or not, if you don’t hug me, I’ll still be cold!”
Jiang Heng sighed helplessly, wrapped her in his arms, and gently stroked her back. “Better?”
Su Jin snuggled into him, a triumphant smile on her face.
During the night, Jiang Heng looked at the little girl in his arms. Comparing their wrists, his hands were probably twice the size of hers.
His large palms easily enveloped Su Jin’s delicate wrists.
…
Su Jin, now familiar with the routine, had become increasingly adept at it.
A splash of cold water on her face washed away the night’s sweat.
Feeling refreshed, she squinted comfortably.
Breakfast was still Jiang Heng’s responsibility. Su Jin couldn’t complain—he was indeed a good, dependable husband.
However, seeing the basket of white steamed buns on the table, she thought: weren’t these the buns Jiang Heng had gotten up early to knead, ferment, and steam himself?
Moreover, it was unusual. Yesterday at the oil mill, she learned that each household’s grain allocation was calculated per person.
Before marrying her, Jiang Heng had been a single man, so the allocated grain would have only been enough for him.
Now, on Su Jin’s second day in the household, they had already eaten almost several kilograms of flour.
Yet Jiang Heng didn’t seem to mind. Su Jin couldn’t understand—he didn’t seem like someone who couldn’t manage things.
If the villagers saw this, it would surely spread like wildfire: the couple who eats the most white steamed buns in the village!
Jiang Heng asked, “What’s wrong? Daydreaming again?”
He seemed cheerful, a smile tugging at the corners of his eyes.
“Nothing… I’m just thinking whether the flour at home will be enough if we keep eating like this.”
If not, she still had a whole bag of flour left.
Jiang Heng finally realized what Su Jin was thinking and chuckled softly. “Don’t worry about the grain at home. Even if your appetite is twice mine, I can still take care of you.”
Su Jin’s eyes lit up. “Really!?”
Jiang Heng’s handsome face showed a faint trace of affection. “Of course. Eat.”
Su Jin happily held a bun and ate, though the difference from her past life was vast.
But in this era, having a full meal was already something to be grateful for.
Still, Su Jin began to wonder where Jiang Heng got so much grain from.
