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

Jiang Mianmian’s body was trembling a little but her brain felt as if it had been struck by lightning.

“F*ck!” More like entering your grandma!

She twisted her neck and turned her head around to glare at him ferociously. “Uncle, you can’t do that. Apart from the military force and acting like a gangster, what else can you do?”

The more she pretended to be calm, the more Zhan Muqian intensified his ministrations.

He placed his palm on her tender and soft arm and began to gradually slide it up—

However, his tone remained solemn and earnest. “From now on, you are not allowed to say any vulgarities when you follow me. You will have to face the wall for an hour for every vulgarity you say.”

“F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!” Jiang Mianmian was truly fuming. Her bright shining eyes were burning with flames. “Aren’t you controlling me too much?”

Zhan Muqian narrowed his eyes and gave a shallow smile. He reached out and pinched her cheek. “That’s three words. So you have to face the wall for three hours tonight.”

Mianmian’s explosive temper was instantly unleashed. She harshly struggled against his restrictions and lunged at him to deliver some blows—

Not half a second later, her limbs were shackled in the embrace of this general who had his lips arched into a cold sneer.

His breathing began to come closer to her. Mianmian unconsciously widened her eyes when she felt something hot and wet on her earlobe. He had actually bitten her.

“If you are not willing to stand… The let me enter you three times.”

Jiang Mianmian: “…” WCNMLGB!!

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On the road, Mianmian harbored all the vulgarities she had for Zhan Muqian and his 18 generations of ancestors in her stomach.

But when they were back at their private residence, she still pretended to be the obedient little wife she was and followed him to the living room to have a seat on the couch.

Even though he knew that she was acting, he was still joyful when he saw her acting like that.

He touched on the topic lightly, “I will help you settle this issue today. As for when I will be able to help you retrieve your mother’s estate, that will depend on your performance.”

Jiang Mianmian blinked her eyes and pretended to comply, “Yes, I will listen to everything you say, uncle.”

The corners of Zhan Muqian’s lips raised a little. There was an undetectable joy in those eyes that were full of depth.

“Go back to your room and take a shower. After that, head down to have dinner.”

As if the demons and gods were at work, Mianmian stood up and headed upstairs. She lamented in her heart. This old man was poisonous. She was not afraid of anything since young till now, but why did she become so easily obedient when she faced Zhan Muqian?

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In the middle of the night.

The post on Prestige High School’s web forum was already removed, and all the accounts in the comments section that insulted the so-called ‘female gangster’ in the picture were banned permanently from posting.

Mianmian fiddled with her phone while lying on her bed.

Even though the words that scolded her could no longer be seen, she was still not feeling great.

Thinking about it, her slim fair fingers easily uninstalled the web forum application from her phone.

What one could not see, would not hurt them!

She was already used to Jiang Li and her clique’s strange games. But the most disgusting thing in that post, was saying that she was shamelessly pestering Zhan Qiyou for social clout.

But when she thought about Zhan Qiyou hiding in Jiang Li’s ‘lady chamber’… Jiang Mianmian began to believe that the delicate and pretty boy that cared and pursued her, was actually a true slag who only used the lower half of his body to think.

Just as she threw her phone aside and was ready to fall asleep, the door to her bedroom was pushed open.

Wearing a black sleeping robe, the man had a cold expression on as he walked wordlessly toward her bed.

Mianmian reached out and turned on the bedside lamp. She was instinctively on her guard. She sat up and moved to sit against the bedhead, covering her bosom with the soft comforter.

“Sign this document.”

The general threw a white file onto her lap.

Mianmian raised it up. The eye-grabbing title that read the words, “House rules”, almost made her let out another “F*ck!”

Dog my cats~

Quit smoking, quit drinking and quit fighting!

Not allowed to skip classes.

Not allowed to be late or to leave early.

Not allowed to cheat during exams or fail.

Not allowed to put on heavy make-up, or wear revealing clothes.

Not allowed to be picky with food.

Not allowed to stay up all night or laze in bed.

Not allowed to disobey any of the general’s commands.

These were the rules.

If she were to break one rule within a month, she would have to face the wall for an hour and be entered once.

If she broke two, she would be detained for 24 hours and entered twice.

If she broke the rules three times and above, Jiang Mianmian would probably be entered till she could not even close her legs and was physically incapable of leaving the bed.