Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

Chapter 389 I'm discussing business with Manager Zhou!

Clothes lay scattered on the floor, tracing the path of their passionate encounter!

On the bed, the two naked people embraced, the air filled with the languid warmth unique to the afterglow of passion.

Zhou Xiaobai's pretty face was flushed with an alluring blush; the emptiness in her heart during this period was now filled.

It's completely full, um... from top to bottom!

Her cheek pressed against Yuemin's firm, warm chest, listening to his strong, slightly rapid heartbeat gradually calm down, she couldn't help but gently poke his pectoral muscles with her finger, a hint of post-coital languid resentment in her voice.

"He's been on the train for a whole day and night, and he still has so much energy, you rascal!"

However, his words were clearly insincere, and his tone was filled with immense satisfaction.

Zhong Yuemin wrapped his arm around his wife's smooth shoulders and back, one of his large hands restlessly covering her increasingly full breasts, his fingertips enjoying the touch of her delicate skin and its amazing elasticity.

It's so beautiful you can't put it down!

He lowered his head and sniffed his wife's hair, a playful smile on his face.

"Well, there's nothing I can do. Who told our Xiaobai to be so beautiful, like a ripe peach, and so good at seducing people? No matter how strong my revolutionary will is, I can't resist her."

"You're the one flirting!" Zhou Xiaobai lightly punched him, scolding him playfully, but her body pressed even closer to his.

"Pinch gently...isn't that enough?"

Her slender fingers gently stroked the scabbed-over wounds on her man's body, the one on his waist, 'bitten' by shrapnel from an exploding grenade, was particularly noticeable.

She was heartbroken. "Yuemin, does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it's all better now!"

"Tell me about your experiences on the battlefield, okay?"

"Why listen to that stuff? It's all blood and gore. Just talking about it will give you nightmares. Forget it!"

"do not want!"

Zhou Xiaobai insisted, half-sitting up, her red lips slightly pouting, "I want to hear it all, I don't care about anyone else, I want to know everything about you!"

His wife's heavy breasts were displayed before him; after years of his tireless efforts, they had become increasingly impressive.

Zhou Xiaobai felt overwhelmed by her man's naked, undisguised, and aggressive gaze; the blush that had just subsided crept back up.

"I haven't seen enough yet! Hurry up and tell me!"

She nestled back into her man's arms.

Unable to refuse, Zhong Yuemin recounted in detail his experiences on the battlefield over the past month. Xiaobai listened, trembling with fear. Although she hadn't witnessed it firsthand, she could feel the horror, cruelty, cold-bloodedness, and ruthlessness of the battlefield, and she was even more grateful that Yuemin had returned safely.

"So, does that mean Yuan Jun might be crippled?"

"It's hard to say, but it shouldn't be anything serious. At worst, he'll just limp a little when he walks."

Zhong Yuemin sighed.

"It's already a miracle that we survived the battlefield. Of all my comrades... Of the reconnaissance squad I led, only Haiyang, Ningwei, and the others... Mantun, Tiezhu, Lao Qin... Sigh, I didn't do a good job as the captain. I didn't bring them back safely..."

Zhou Xiaobai comforted her man.

"Yuemin, don't say that. You've done enough. You said it yourself, people always die in war, and nobody wants this."

She hugged her man tighter and selfishly said:

"I don't care about anyone else, I only care that you come back safely."

After a long, intimate moment, they rested for a while, then got excited again. Zhou Xiaobai naturally sensed this and was both surprised and delighted.

"Don't do anything naughty. It's been a whole morning. You...you let me rest for a bit. Let's go home. Dad must be worried."

Zhong Yuemin suppressed his agitation, "Okay, let's go back and help your man change his clothes!"

"Hmph, you've already started ordering me around. I'm being tormented by you, and I still have to serve you, you wicked guy!"

He said it, but his actions told a different story; he got out of bed naked and picked up his clothes from the floor...

About twenty minutes later, the two came downstairs, dressed neatly. The blush that hadn't completely faded from the wife's face and her slightly languid eyes still revealed the intense passion they had just shared.

Just as he was about to leave the company with his bicycle, a black sedan pulled up. The person inside was none other than his secretary and assistant, Liu Jing.

"Mr. Zhong, when did you get back?"

"Oh, Secretary Liu, you're coming to the company? I just arrived this morning!"

Liu Jing hurriedly got out of the car and said respectfully:

"Mr. Zhong, is there something urgent you need to do at the company? What materials do you need me to prepare?"

"Ah, it's nothing serious."

Zhong Yuemin remained expressionless, casually replying, even with a hint of feigned seriousness and teasing.

"I just came here with Xiaobai to take a look around, and also... to discuss the company's future business development direction, haha!"

What kind of business is this? Zhou Xiaobai, standing behind him, buried her face in her chest. She didn't have Yuemin's thick skin; lies just popped into her mouth. Right now, she felt even more guilty.

Discussing business?

Liu Jing's shrewd eyes swept quickly over Zhong Yuemin and Zhou Xiaobai, lingering for a moment on the few strands of hair on Manager Zhou's forehead that were clearly damp with sweat, and on his face, which was still flushed with spring-like excitement.

He immediately understood: what business discussion could make someone sweat profusely and have a flushed face?

This amount of exercise is probably more than carrying heavy loads on a construction site.

She was an experienced woman, and also a shrewd one; how could she not guess what "proper business" those two had just been doing in the upstairs office?

However, she had extremely high emotional intelligence. As a secretary, she naturally wouldn't point it out. Instead, she gave a subtle "I understand" expression and sensibly said "Oh," her tone calm and even.

"Okay, Mr. Zhong, you and Manager Zhou can go ahead with your work. Please call me anytime if you need anything."

"Okay, you go ahead and do your thing, I'll come find you later!"

As he drove his wife away from the company, once outside, Zhou Xiaobai, sitting in the back seat, couldn't resist reaching out and gently pinching Yuemin's waist, her voice a mix of embarrassment and playful teasing.

"It's all your fault! You had to...you had to...Manager Liu is so smart, he must have known everything. It's so embarrassing!"

Zhong Yuemin was tickled by his wife's pinch, causing the handlebars of the car to wobble slightly. He quickly steadied himself, then laughed nonchalantly, his voice carrying a hint of roguishness.

"So what if they know? We're a legally married couple, we've been married for ages, what's wrong with being affectionate? Who does it bother?"

"You're meddling in everything, even the daily lives of a married couple! That's far too much of a meddling. Let's go home!"

Another half hour later, he returned to his home in the Central Military Commission compound. As soon as he entered the courtyard, someone recognized him and came up to greet him warmly.

"Hey, Yuemin, you're back alive? Everyone come quick, come see who's back! Our compound's war hero is back..."

With that shout, neighbors from both sides of the courtyard gathered around, chattering amongst themselves.

"Xiao Zhong, you've really brought honor to our Military Commission compound. The newspapers were full of your heroic deeds a while ago."

"Wow, impressive! Like father, like son!"

"Those Vietnamese bastards deserve a good beating!"