Chapter 1295: Newlyweds
Pan Xiulan found Qiao Jingyi’s argument quite amusing, thinking, could it be Vice Factory Director Yao’s wife has him tied down like this?
But then again, that’s not really the case; Vice Factory Director Yao genuinely regards her as precious. He keeps saying, "My wife this, my wife that."
The three of them were chatting more and more engrossedly, while things outside were drawing to a close.
They all got along well, though it had been a while since they last gathered. But anyway, they all felt a bit sorry for Qian Jun—it was his first marriage and nearly everyone was there, yet there was no wedding night as already his wife was gone.
So today, without discussing, they all held back a little.
They were all older than Qian Jun, and each had three or five kids. Only he, despite being the director of the largest factory in the county, had finally gotten a wife. He still had no children.
Among them, Qian Jun might not be exactly a joke, but it was close enough.
"Qian Jun, we’re leaving, but we’ll be waiting for your son’s full moon celebration!"
Everyone laughed good-naturedly. Qian Jun understood they weren’t malicious, so he smiled and nodded.
Yao Shimin and Liang Xiaoguang helped escort the guests out.
Five people who had come with the chef were helping to clear the tables.
Qian Jun intended for the two of them to take away the leftover food.
"Mr. Qian, I eat at the cafeteria, can’t reheat it at home. Let Vice Factory Director Yao take it instead."
"I won’t take it either; why don’t you keep it for the neighbors next door? Distant relatives aren’t as helpful as nearby ones. Now that you’ll be living here, it’s better to maintain good relations with your neighbors."
Eventually, two untouched bowls of stewed meat were taken away by Yao Shimin.
A tableful of food was left, having been prepared in case many showed up; Qian Jun planned to send it to the Liu Family.
He divided the remaining food into two portions to give to the neighbors on either side.
Nowadays, no one would turn it down. Besides, the place had been cooking fish and meat since morning, making the neighbors enjoy their lunch with a scent of meat.
The chef and his team packed the tables, chairs, and dishes onto pushcarts, waved to Qian Jun, and left.
The three women inside heard the commotion and came out to help, but were refused.
Yao Shimin refused to let his wife do chores. He’d rather work a bit more, while Qian Jun cherished his wife.
Once everything was tidied up at home, the three men rode bicycles to deliver the rest of the food to the Liu Family.
Pan Xiulan recalled Gao Ruyun; this was the sign of whether a man cared for you or not. Gao Ruyun had an incident because of leftover food.
But Wang Yanling didn’t need to do anything—her man had it all arranged.
Men, these distinct treatments can really leave one uncomfortable.
The two women helped to clean the main room once more; it was already nearing three o’clock, so they could go home early today.
"Xiulan, I’m heading back first. It’s rare to have a day off, I’ll stay here with Yanling until Yao Shimin returns."
Pan Xiulan nodded, "Alright, I’ll head back then." She didn’t stand on ceremony and would be walking home alone later.
There were just two women left gossiping, making time pass faster.
Qian Jun and the other two arrived at the Liu Family, leaving the food there.
"Grandma, I’m heading back."
"Oh, did you two save some dinner?"
Qian Jun nodded, "We did, don’t worry."
"Okay, you don’t need to do anything tomorrow, no need to come early."
They were planning for the next day, a four-table gathering of the Liu Family’s relatives.
"Alright, we know."
"Everything at home is arranged. You really don’t have to do anything."
Qian Jun nodded. Since it had been said, there was no need for an early start tomorrow.
Leaving the Liu Family, Liang Xiaoguang laughed and said, "Mr. Qian, I’m heading directly back to the factory."
"Alright."
Yao Shimin and the other two rode back together.
Once they were gone, Qian Jun promptly shut the door and led Wang Yanling by the hand inside.
It was broad daylight, but Qian Jun couldn’t care less.
Once inside, he scooped her up onto the bed.
Wang Yanling already knew what this was going to be, so she blushed and looked at Qian Jun with bright eyes.
In a man’s eyes, this was an invitation, making him even more excited.
Hurriedly, he spread the bedding and hung up the curtain, pouncing onto the little wife sitting on the bed looking at him.
Qian Jun kissed his wife repeatedly, hearing her rapid breath and pounding heartbeat; he couldn’t hold back.
His hands moved faster, stripping off clothes one by one.
Qian Jun had been thinking about this for a long time. Inwardly, he truly respected and cherished Wang Yanling, so even when he had the chance, he hadn’t done anything, waiting for this special day.
This was their blissful day, genuinely their wedding night. Although it wasn’t nighttime, it didn’t diminish his anticipation for today.
Wang Yanling let Qian Jun have his way.
Although inexperienced, she couldn’t help but cooperate. Qian Jun exerted considerable patience and restraint, not wanting to hurt her, hoping to give her a wonderful first experience.
His previous relationships with women were Gao Ruyun and Gu Xiaoyu, not much experience, yet Gu Xiaoyu’s considerable expertise had taught Qian Jun a lot.
Thus, Wang Yanling’s first time was indeed quite beautiful. Despite the genuine pain, seeing the man above her with beads of sweat on his forehead, she felt that bit of discomfort didn’t really count for much.
Qian Jun felt an immense satisfaction, something he had never experienced before—contentment from the heart.
This passionate moment lasted over half an hour. Qian Jun switched their positions, having Wang Yanling lie atop him, gently stroking her back.
"Yanling, you’re my wife, I’m your man, we’ll definitely be a happy family in the future."
"Yes, you’re my man, Qian Jun. Will you ever fancy girls prettier and younger than me?"
Qian Jun chuckled quietly, his chest’s vibrations causing Wang Yanling to rise and fall.
"No, absolutely not; as long as you remain unchanged your whole life, my feelings for you won’t change either."
"Alright, I trust you; I just fear prettier girls stealing you away."
"No way, there won’t be anyone else; we’re lifelong partners, you must take care."
Wang Yanling happily kissed Qian Jun. "I’ll treat you well so you won’t look at anyone else."
Qian Jun was touched by her simple, unpretentious words; a man’s expression of touched emotion was in actions.
After the second time, night had fallen, and Wang Yanling had fallen asleep.
Qian Jun turned on the light, looking at the woman in his arms. He felt like he couldn’t get enough, wanting more, but he remembered the doctor’s words—not to overdo it—and besides, it was her first time; he had to let her rest well. There was still a whole night to cherish her.