Chapter 387 The Gift Brought by Chen Xiangqian
Chapter 387 The Gift Brought by Chen Xiangqian
She met Li Ju'an's deep, affectionate eyes. The love in his eyes was so intense it was almost overflowing; how could she not know what he was thinking?
She lowered her head shyly, twisting her hands together, and whispered, "How about tonight?"
Li Ju'an chuckled and pinched her pert buttocks. The jeans felt amazing, and with his wife's shapely bottom, they were also quite bouncy. But when he pinched them, they slipped open; he couldn't quite get them to hold them firmly.
He gently patted his wife's shapely buttocks, watching her blush and lower her head in embarrassment as she quickly took off the clothes. He dared not tease her further and said earnestly, "Wife, wear it if you want. We will have a better life in the future, so of course we can wear these. Things will only get better in the future, and our wife deserves the best."
Lin Mei's eyes suddenly reddened, and her nose felt sore and moist.
She was neglected in the Lin family from a young age. Her mother favored sons over daughters, giving all the good things to her younger brother, Lin Jiadong. The old lady also doted on her grandson. Plus, she had an older sister who was already married. She was the second daughter, born with high hopes from her family, but it turned out to be another daughter, not a son.
Everyone says the second daughter has a tough time, practically invisible. From a young age, she had to shoulder a lot of her mother's chores, please her mother, and help her parents raise her younger brother. The older sister would be praised by her mother for doing these things, but her efforts went unnoticed. In her mother's eyes, she was as if she didn't exist. No matter what she did, she couldn't get her mother to look at her twice. Everything she ate, wore, and used was given to her by the older sister.
She couldn't even expect new clothes; she could only wear the hand-me-downs of her older sister. During the Lunar New Year, every child in the family received new clothes—her older sister had new clothes, and her younger brother did too. She would also hope that her mother would make her new clothes.
But later, her mother presented her with a set of secondhand clothes, excitedly telling her, "The brigade leader sent over some clothes that his niece had outgrown. These clothes are still very new, very fashionable, and so pretty! Try them on."
Lin Mei was sensible and couldn't bear to disappoint her mother, so she could only put on the brigade leader's niece's old clothes with a smile and try her best to say that they looked good.
What she truly desired wasn't new clothes, but a sense of belonging. She deserved good things and to be seen by others.
Li Ju'an saw his wife taking off her clothes and suddenly bursting into tears, clinging to him and sobbing uncontrollably. Her distress melted his heart, and he comforted her, saying, "What's wrong, honey? If you don't like it, I'll return it to Chen Xiangqian. I'll buy you something better later. Your man is rich; I can take you to the city to the department store to pick out some nice clothes—it's just a matter of a word. We'll go to the city this week."
Lin Mei sobbed and hugged his angular face, then kissed his lips.
Li Ju'an paused, somewhat stunned.
This was the first time his wife had ever kissed him first. In the past, it was always him who initiated the kiss; his wife would shyly lower her head, letting him do whatever he wanted. This proactive behavior from his wife stirred something within him, touching a soft spot in his heart. He hugged her tightly, lay down on the bed, and kissed her even more deeply.
In the living room of the self-built house, Chen Xiangqian waited for a while, and two minutes later Li Ju'an came out holding Lin Mei's hand.
Lin Mei changed back into her usual clothes, and Li Ju'an carefully folded the new outfit in his hands, thanking Chen Xiangqian with a cheerful smile.
Chen Xiangqian and the Lu brothers exchanged a glance. He winked and calculated the time.
Something's not right, how come it's only been two minutes?
Brother Li, you look strong, but you're all show and no substance.
Li Ju'an glanced at the boy and knew what wicked thoughts he was up to. He was so angry that he punched him and scolded, "What nonsense are you thinking? Your sister-in-law is due to give birth next year."
The group of people were taken aback and looked at Lin Mei's lower abdomen in surprise.
"How many months?"
"It's been more than three months, and the doctor at the hospital says it's almost four months."
Lin Mei shyly covered her lower abdomen, her eyes revealing tenderness and anticipation for the newborn.
Chen Xiangqian quickly corrected himself, his quick wit making everyone laugh: "Sister-in-law doesn't look pregnant at all. I heard she'll recover very quickly and look especially young."
Li Ju'an hugged his shy wife and said proudly with a smile, "Come over for the baby's one-month celebration later. We'll each have a bottle, so don't refuse."
Lu Zhiqiang immediately glared and shouted, "Who do you think you are, one bottle? At least one case each, right, brother!"
Several people laughed.
When the second suitcase was opened, Li Ju'an was truly surprised and gasped, his eyes filled with undisguised delight.
APS Stechkin submachine pistol!
The first time he saw Chen Xiangqian, he coveted the Russian money in Chen's hand. You can't buy it with money; you need connections to get your hands on it.
He originally brought Chen Xiangqian into the mountains because he wanted to handle the Russian rifle more, but the division commander confiscated it. Now, as he carefully strokes the gun, he can't hide his genuine fondness for it.
Knowing his obsession with guns, Chen Xiangqian grinned and said, "I had to beg my dad for this gun. Do you know what he said?"
"Say what?"
“My dad scolded me for being shameless, saying I wanted to play around with it but insisted it was Li Pao’s. So I took out the foreign cannon that Uncle Zhao sold me last time and showed it to my dad. And that’s when he said what he did.”
"What did you say again?"
Chen Xiangqian became smug and said triumphantly, "Brother Li, take me with you next time you go into the mountains. We won't split the profits or pay any money; I'll even pay you out of pocket. This submachine gun is yours to keep."
Li Ju'an chuckled: "You're so cunning and sly, you're trying to trick me into going into the mountains. The division commander will smash my head in later."
"Absolutely, Brother Li likes it very much too."
After a brief discussion, Li Ju'an took the APS Stechkin in his hand and carefully examined its black body and wooden case, which could also be used as a stock during combat.
This is the first fully automatic pistol made by the Russians. It uses 9x18mm Makarov pistol cartridges and comes with a 20-round double-stack magazine.
Li Ju'an clicked twice, loaded the double-row magazine, and aimed at a dove flying low overhead, firing a burst of ammunition.
Bang! A crisp shot, with a rate of fire of up to 800 rounds per minute, and can also switch to semi-automatic mode.
With two blows, the dove was knocked down, and a bloody hole was blasted into its head.
Lu Zhiqiang's eyes widened in disbelief, and he exclaimed, "Wow! This gun is awesome!"
Lu Jinyang stared intently at the APS Stechkin, unable to look away.
Both are submachine guns, but this one is much more efficient than the Ugly Revolver and the Type 54 in his hand.
Li Ju'an was very satisfied and said to Chen Xiangqian, "With this thing, we can both attack and defend, and we don't even need to use a knife anymore. Please thank the division commander for me. This gun is exactly what I wanted. There's nothing I like more than this gun."
Chen Xiangqian grinned and said mysteriously, "Is there really nothing you like more than this gun?"
"If that's all, what could be stronger?"
Besides the pistol case, the second suitcase contained many heavy daily necessities, including rice, flour, cooking oil, laundry detergent, shampoo, and Li Xiao's homework tools, filling the entire suitcase to the brim.
He went to open the third leather suitcase.
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