Power and Wealth

Chapter 1409: Young Couple

Sunday.

Early in the morning.

Jiang's mother's house.

The sky after the rain was refreshing, and the air, carrying the faint fragrance of grass seeds, squeezed through the window as if someone had sprayed a freshener.

Around 7 pm.

Dong Xuebing woke up in his warm bed, feeling a bit chilly on his feet. His first reaction was to pull his feet back under the warm blanket. He yawned, opened his eyes, and saw the outside sky. He knew the rain had stopped, and he even caught a fleeting glimpse of a beautiful rainbow. It instantly refreshed Dong Xuebing, who had just woken up.

The first sight was a rainbow.

It seems like today is going well.

Dong Xuebing checked the time, stretched a long, lazy stretch, and finally glanced at the beauty beside him. After Dong Xuebing finished telling her the story of Pinocchio last night, Jiang Fangfang had been quiet. He wasn't sure if she had fallen asleep or not. Dong Xuebing was afraid she might not have slept well, so he told another story to ensure she had fallen asleep before he went to bed. Unexpectedly, Sister Jiang woke up later than him and was still sleeping. Perhaps, after several days of insomnia, she had accumulated too much fatigue. It couldn't be overcome in just one or two days. Look at how soundly she's sleeping.

Sleep.

Let's sleep a bit more.

Dong Xuebing glanced at Sister Jiang's sleeping face with a touch of reluctance to disturb her.

Jiang Fangfang was now lying flat, a bit far from Dong Xuebing. With their arms wrapped in red autumn clothes, both of them exposed Sister Jiang's right breast outside the blanket. Dong Xuebing bent over and pulled the blanket for her. Cover her tightly.

"Mmm," Jiang Fangfang, in a sleepy voice, opened her eyes.

Dong Xuebing apologetically said, "Uh, did I wake you up?"

Jiang Fangfang whimpered and, in a drowsy manner, closed her eyes again, saying, "Mmm."

Seeing her like this, Dong Xuebing found her particularly cute. Unable to resist, he approached her, boldly inserted his hand behind her neck, and hugged her shoulders.

"Mmm."

"You go to sleep."

"Mmm."

Jiang Fangfang seemed to fall asleep.

About twenty minutes later, she moved her eyelashes, rubbed her forehead, and opened her eyes. She looked at Dong Xuebing beside her and asked, "What time?"

"7.30 am."

"So late."

"It's still early. You don't have to work today."

"Is my mom awake?"

"Not yet. There's no movement in the bedroom."

Jiang Fangfang combed her hair with her fingers and lay there half-awake.

Dong Xuebing hugged her and casually grabbed her smooth little hand. But because it was daytime, and everyone could see each other, Dong Xuebing felt pressured and didn't dare to be too bold. He just held her hand and didn't even dare to squeeze it. "Why don't you rest a bit more? You look tired these days."

"It's okay," Jiang Fangfang said casually. "I should make breakfast, and my mom's herbal medicine needs to be prepared."

"I'll go."

"You don't know how to prepare it."

"Then I'll make breakfast, and you prepare the medicine."

"Are you free today?"

"I am. I'll just stay at home."

"Okay, then. Thank you for making breakfast. Just make something simple."

Seeing that Sister Jiang wasn't polite, Dong Xuebing also felt comfortable. It showed that she didn't hold any grudges about what happened last night. "What time shall we get up?"

"Ten minutes more. I need to wake up and open my eyes." Jiang Fangfang seemed not to notice the arm around her neck and didn't even glance at it.

"Oh, by the way, can I smoke?"

"Sure, yesterday you refrained from smoking all day. It was tough for you."

"Mainly, I was worried your mother couldn't tolerate the smell of smoke."

"No problem, just open the window to let the smell out."

Upon hearing this, Dong Xuebing responded with a casual "Hmm." The craving for a cigarette had truly kicked in. He turned over, ready to get up; his phone, wallet, and cigarettes were under the coffee table. Jiang Fangfang, without letting him leave the bed, reached out and effortlessly retrieved his cigarette box and lighter, handing them to him.

Dong Xuebing, forgetting about hugging her, withdrew his hand, lit a cigarette, and took a satisfying puff. Jiang Fangfang then reached for a small glass bowl on the coffee table with melon seed shells, making space on the floor.

"Dispose the ashes here."

"Ah, thanks."

"You're welcome."

After finishing the cigarette, Dong Xuebing's hand couldn't stay still. Sneakily, he reached under the blanket, feeling his way to Sister Jiang's beautiful legs. Jiang Fangfang calmly picked up the ashtray, placed it on the coffee table, and returned without any particular reaction. Seeing this, Dong Xuebing continued to caress her thighs and the autumn pants underneath. Even though he had spent a long time doing this last night, it never seemed enough. Her thighs felt soft and plump, and it felt exceptionally good.

If only he could touch her every day.

Who knows if Sister Jiang will give him this opportunity after today?

Maybe with this thought in mind, Dong Xuebing decided to enjoy it thoroughly. If Sister Jiang changed her attitude in a few days, at least he had his fill.

One touch at a time.

One touch less each time.

Dong Xuebing estimated that, except for him, no one in Zhen Shui County would dare take advantage of County Mayor Jiang like this.

The waist is a man's life.

The legs are a woman's life.

This is not something easily accessible.

After a few minutes.

Jiang Fangfang found a hairpin by the pillow, sat up, quickly arranged her hair, and tied it up. "It's almost eight o'clock. Let's get up."

Dong Xuebing's hand was still on her leg. "How about lying down a bit longer?"

"The medicine takes a long time to boil, and my mother needs to drink it in the morning." Jiang Fangfang looked at him. "If you're tired, rest for another half an hour. I'll wake you up for breakfast."

"No, I'll cook."

"Then get up now."

"Okay, fine."

"I'll check your clothes. They should be dry."

"No need, I'll get them myself. Where are they drying?"

"In my mother's room. Don't worry about it; brush your teeth and wash up. The toothbrush might not be new, so make do. You can use my towel, the white one."

"Uh, got it."

After Jiang Fangfang finished combing her hair, she stood up, put on slippers, and went to the bedroom. Dong Xuebing, smelling the lingering scent of a woman in the bed, found lying down boring. He entered the bathroom, relieved himself, and washed his face. Coming out, Jiang Fangfang had already taken out his clothes and handed them to him. Then she entered the bathroom and closed the door. The clothes were dry, but there were some raindrop marks on them. Dong Xuebing didn't want to undress in front of Jiang Fangfang, so he quickly went to the sofa, took off the white autumn clothes Jiang Fangfang lent him, and swiftly changed into his clothes. He didn't bother with shoes and socks. He wasn't hurrying to leave and opted to wear her house slippers instead.

Suddenly, Sister Jiang's voice came from the bathroom.

"Xiaotao."

"Ah, I'm here."

"I just brewed the medicine in the kitchen."

"Oh, you started brewing it."

"Yes, could you watch the claypot for me?"

"Sure, I'll keep an eye on it."

"Okay, I'll be there after I use the restroom."

Dong Xuebing turned and went to the kitchen. I checked the pot; it hadn't started boiling yet. He rummaged through the fridge and began preparing breakfast, mainly porridge. He rinsed the rice, put it on the stove, and opened the lid when the other pot started boiling. The strong medicinal aroma wafted out, and Dong Xuebing immediately turned down the heat to simmer. He also pushed open the kitchen's glass window, stained with oil marks, to let out the smell, which was quite unpleasant.

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"Uh, Mom, you're awake." Dong Xuebing smiled, looking outside.

Jiang's mother cared a lot about her son-in-law. Seeing him busy alone, brewing medicine and cooking, she became a little unhappy. "How come you're doing everything yourself, leaving nothing for your wife to do?"

"She's in the restroom."

"This girl, always so slow in everything."

"Hehe, it's okay, Mom, I can handle it."

"I'll talk to her later. This girl is too indifferent; she's never in a hurry for anything."

Meanwhile, the bathroom door clicked, and Jiang Fangfang walked slowly into the living room. "What's wrong, Mom?"

Jiang's mother complained, "I was just talking about you. Why do you let Xiaotao do everything?"

Jiang Fangfang calmly said, "I just used the bathroom and need to change clothes. I just got here. Mom, you should go, and I'll cook with Xiaotao."

"After you started working, you rarely come back. Make more medicine for a few days."

"I know. I'll make some extra for you."

"Yes, the housekeeper is too careless, not as meticulous as yours."

"You should freshen up. I'll close the door; the smell of the medicine has filled the room and is unpleasant."

The old lady turned and left, and Jiang Fangfang closed the kitchen door. She also turned on the range hood, but her kitchen hood was too old, and the power was not high, so it had little effect. Most of the medicinal smell still escaped through the window, and it was unknown where it went.

"Let me do it."

"You don't have to bother; I can handle it."

"What did my mom say to you?"

"Nothing, just complained that you're too slow."

Jiang Fangfang didn't say anything. She stirred the Chinese medicine in the pot.

The porridge pot with millet had also started boiling. Dong Xuebing adjusted the heat and glanced at her, reaching out to tentatively hold her hand. "What kind of staple food do you want?"

Jiang Fangfang didn't look at him and continued to brew the medicine. "Anything is fine."

"What do you usually eat at home?"

"Just porridge is enough. Both my mother and I don't eat much."

"Okay, I'll make a few boiled eggs."

"Sure, three or four will do. Don't make too many; we can't finish them."

"Got it. Where are the eggs?"

"In the cabinet under the window. I'll get them. You don't know."

Jiang Fangfang walked towards the window, and Dong Xuebing was still holding her hand. Naturally, he followed her, and she crouched down, single-handedly opening the cabinet door to get the eggs, handing one to Dong Xuebing.

Dong Xuebing took one.

Jiang Fangfang grabbed two.

Then, the two holding hands stood back in front of the stove, looking just like a married couple.