The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

Jiang Mianmian was led out of the school gates by the tall and imposing general. He grasped her shoulders like he was trampling on a pile of cotton and squeeze her into the car once again.

She was currently fuming, her small soft chest heaving.

But she was in front of Zhan Muqian after all. Mianmian hurriedly calmed her emotions and drew back the corners of her mouth, inadvertently smiling at his nonchalance. “Uncle Zhan, weren’t you going on a business trip for one week? Why did you suddenly return?”

However, the protective appearance Zhan Muqian had in the principal’s office was no longer visible on his handsome and cold face.

His long and strong fingers held her tender and lovely jaw as he spoke with a deep voice, “I’ve only left for a couple of days and you have already gone off the roof. If I didn’t return, were you planning to drop out of school, huh?”

Jiang Mianmian was filled with anger. This situation was evidently not her fault.

She wrinkled her eyebrows. The vicious fury she harbored was undisguised on her adorable face. “Someone was intentionally trying to get me into trouble, how is it now my fault?”

The man furrowed his eyebrows as well. “Since you knew someone was trying to harm you, why didn’t you explain yourself? Why did you let them expel you? Jiang Mianmian, where’s the boldness you had back in the bar when you were shouting and screaming during the gang fight?”

Mianmian rolled her eyes.

She would not be able to explain it to this uncle. There was a large generational gap between them!

Before the girl could open her mouth to speak, the man had raised his hand and lightly tapped her forehead.

She raised her gaze to match Zhan Muqian’s malicious gaze. “Is it polite to roll your eyes at your husband? Are you asking to be taught a lesson?!”

These words left the female leopard’s hair standing on end.

She was originally already angry for feeling wronged, but she held it in because she did not want to display it in front of him.

Yet he was being fierce with her and wanted to discipline her.

“Hit me, hit me! Uncle Zhan… Oh sorry, I mean, general! After all, you are one above thousands. If you say I am rude, then I am. How do you want to discipline me? How about treating me like a target for you to fire at?”

Zhan Muqian’s gaze darkened. Unexpectedly, he did not continue to reprimand her.

After a moment of silence, he changed his tone and simply caressed her hair with his large hand as if he was pacifying a little leopard seated beside him.

“It’s no use throwing a temper. If someone wants to frame you, you will naturally be forced to suffer in silence if you do not know how to dispute it. Unless you change your temper a little.”

Jiang Mianmian’s greatest pet peeve was when people looked down on her personality. She widened her eyes, thinking that she looked like a fiend but she had no idea how adorable she looked in Mr. Zhan’s eyes.

“Jiang Li has been an expert in these sinister schemes since young. I am not dumb either, I am just too lazy to deal with her!”

Zhan Muqian did not bat an eyelid at that. He had decided from the beginning that he wanted to rectify her personality.

But at this moment, he decided to pretend to go along with her wishes. “Your mother’s family estate has been seized by Li Shengyuan, and you are still too lazy to fight against them?

There was a twinkle in Mianmian’s eyes as she tightened her fists. This scoundrel always managed to find a way to ruthlessly stomp on her sore spot.

She was not afraid of the daughter-mother pair and their skill with crafty plots. But the moment she thought about how Li Shengyuan caused her mother to be diagnosed with depression due to her schemes and ultimately resulted in her jumping off a building to her death—Her teeth itched with hatred.

She saw Zhan Muqian elegantly crossing one leg over the other like an emperor who had the world in the palm of his hand. He mentioned casually, “If you are obedient and you listen to me, I will help you retrieve your mother’s possessions.”

Jiang Mianmian turned her quick-witted eyes over and instantly pounced on him like a little fox, her claws grabbing his neck. “Obedient, I will be obedient! Uncle, I will be good. You must keep your word, alright!”

The little fox screeched as she was pinned down harshly onto the backseat by his sudden roughness—

Zhan Muqian could feel her sensitive and tender body shivering slightly.

It seemed like she was most terrified of such a position.

He patted her little butt with his big palm with adequate force. “Be obedient and follow my commands. If you break your promise… I will enter you.”