Reborn as a Tough Army Wife-Chapter 17 The Clothes Have Shrunk

Luo Zhiyong didn't argue with her about the money. Instead, he continued on from what she was saying, "Mom, since you know that Zhiming spends heavily, you should control him a bit. He's already established a family and isn't a child anymore. If you keep indulging him like this, sooner or later you'll squander all the retirement savings you've been keeping."

"The money in the family, no matter who earns it, is always hard-earned. There ought to be a measure for both necessary and unnecessary spending. Even if you have a lot of money in your hands, you shouldn't waste it recklessly."

When Zhou Yunmei heard Luo Zhiyong questioning whether she had saved money, she was afraid Luo Zhiyong might stop sending money home in the future, so she quickly shouted, "The money I've saved? Over the years, with a family to feed, you only send back so much each month. How can I save any money..."

Luo Zhiyong was no fool. He knew very well how much money he had sent back over the years. Even if the household expenses were high, given Zhou Yunmei's selfish nature, she would always keep something aside. But her saving money wasn't necessarily a bad thing; the money was still there, and when it was truly needed, she would still have to bring it out.

Luo Zhiyong didn't take her seriously and gave a few perfunctory responses before calling Fang Pingying back to their room.

Back in their room, after Luo Zhiyong and Fang Pingying had washed up and were lying in bed chatting, Fang Pingying remembered the issue of the household spending money like water and said to Luo Zhiyong, "Zhiyong, I remember you've been in the military for several years, right?"

"Six years. I joined the military when I was twenty," Luo Zhiyong replied, raising an eyebrow at Fang Pingying, curious about why she was asking.

Fang Pingying didn't answer directly and continued to ask, "After joining the military, did you send this much money back home every month?"

"The pay was low in the beginning, so I sent back less." When Luo Zhiyong first joined the military, he only earned ten to twenty yuan a month, so naturally, he couldn't send back much.

Fang Pingying understood him, "But you sent back most of it, right?"

Luo Zhiyong nodded, "Yeah, since everything is provided in the military, including food and accommodations, I didn't need to spend much. Since the family situation was difficult, I tried to send back as much as I could."

"Have you thought about yourself? If you were not marrying me but some other girl, no girl would agree that easily to marry you. What were you planning to use to marry her?" Fang Pingying asked him, frowning.

Upon hearing this, Luo Zhiyong's face instantly darkened, and he retorted, "What do you mean by that? Are you looking down on me..."

He stopped mid-sentence when he saw the look in Fang Pingying's eyes, and immediately held back.

Fang Pingying raised an eyebrow at him, with a teasing smile, "Luo Zhiyong, go on, I'd like to hear what nonsense you're about to say now?"

Luo Zhiyong remembered his promise not to speak like that anymore and lowered his head, silent.

Fang Pingying, seeing that he had stopped talking, nodded satisfactorily and continued, "What I mean is, over these years you've sent so much money back home, do you have an approximation in your heart? Has your mother planned anything for you at all?"

"For example, if you needed money, has she set any aside for you?"

After a slight pause, Fang Pingying pressed on, "Or for instance, if you were marrying a girl from another family, setting aside the bride price, just preparing for the wedding and buying things for the girl's family would require a sum of money, right? Just like Zhiming and Fang Xiu, it must cost quite a bit, doesn't it?"

"I haven't thought that much, my mom should have saved some for me," Luo Zhiyong said with his mouth, but his heart was extremely uncertain.

Fang Pingying also saw Luo Zhiyong's hesitation and didn't directly call him out, but looked at him with a smile and said, "Then why, when we got married, your mother didn't prepare anything for us, not even the fabric for clothes—we had to scrimp to buy it. Look at the clothes I'm wearing; they're so tight, I can barely fit into them."

Fang Pingying was wearing the same clothes she had worn on her wedding day today, not sure if they had shrunk after washing, or if she had gained some weight after arriving at the Luo Family, but the clothes seemed to be getting tighter and tighter.

"Those clothes are really nice, very..." Luo Zhiyong lifted his head and caught sight of Fang Pingying's full upper body not far from him, his throat tightened, and after a while, he covertly swallowed and with hidden meaning, said, "They fit very well."

"Really? They fit well?" Fang Pingying climbed up from the bed, leaning and kneeling at the edge, she stretched out her hand to tug at the clothes stretched across her body, looking back and forth, completely oblivious to what kind of scenery Luo Zhiyong lying beside her was witnessing.

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Luo Zhiyong, because he was lying down slanted at the head of the bed and Fang Pingying was half-kneeling in front of him, bent over, then pushed out her chest, plainly presenting her well-developed and beautiful figure right before his eyes.

For a man in his twenties, at his most vigorous age, having his wife lying by his side day after day, able to see but unable to touch, was already as maddening as cat's claws scratching inside.

Now that his wife was enticing him like this, he was completely undone and decided that no matter what, even if his leg was broken, today he would punish his wife then and there.

Thinking so, Luo Zhiyong's breathing grew slightly heavier, he extended his hand to embrace Fang Pingying, who was kneeling before him, into his arms and hoarsely whispered into her ear, "Wife, it's getting late, let's rest first."

Fang Pingying's mind was entirely on the clothes, considering whether she could add some fabric to enlarge them, hence she ignored Luo Zhiyong's reaction.

She continued to fiddle with her clothes, mumbling, "How is it getting late, we just had dinner, it's not even eight o'clock, if we sleep now, how would we manage to sleep through the night?"

Luo Zhiyong caught the hand that was tugging on her clothes, flipped over and half-pressed on top of her, his voice husky, "I have a way to make you sleep."

"You..." Fang Pingying, looking at his actions and hearing the heavy breathing beside her ear, came to a realization, her face flushed red, and she lightly pushed him, "Stop talking nonsense, your injury isn't healed yet."

"It doesn't matter, I'll be careful not to touch my leg," Luo Zhiyong whispered into her ear.

"How can you be careful, moving about will surely touch it," as soon as she finished, Fang Pingying felt her words were too explicit, her face turned beet red, wanting to change her statement, "No, that's not what I meant..."

"Then what do you mean?" Luo Zhiyong raised his eyebrow, his gaze intense and fixed on her.

Fang Pingying's face blushed so red it seemed to bleed, ashamed, she buried her head in Luo Zhiyong's arm, too embarrassed to come out.

Luo Zhiyong chuckled softly, stretching out his hand to turn off the lamp beside the bed.

In the darkness, moonlight spilled through the window casting a haze of mystery over Fang Pingying's body, Luo Zhiyong was mesmerized to discover his wife was so beautiful.

He gently brushed away the hair spread on Fang Pingying's face, his burning eyes intently gazing at the person beneath him.

In the darkness, Fang Pingying felt a scorching breath approaching, before she could dodge, her lips felt a feather-like tickle.

A passionate kiss descended, just like his personality—wild, domineering.

Instantly, Fang Pingying's body erupted in scarlet goosebumps, softening in his embrace, it seemed that the man today would not rest until his purpose was fulfilled, so she let him be.

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