This young missy of the presidential palace might appear to be very much the delinquent she was reputed to be, however, the truth was that her threshold for alcohol was very limited despite her being a good fighter.
Just a little alcohol was enough to get her drunk and acting all crazy.
Hence, Zhan Muqian's cold and gloomy order to her only served to spark a rebellious fire in her.
She wobbled over to the man's side on her tiptoes, hooked her soft arms around his neck and, in her tipsy state, exerted strength to push the general to the sofa.
Thereafter, she straddled him with her two fair and tender thighs.
His gaze cooled a little, and his voice sounded harsh. "Jiang Mianmian, are you rebelling? Get off me right now!"
The drunken little kitten flashed a coquettish smile at him. "Why are you being so fierce? Facing the wall as my punishment? Oh, please. I'm not your soldier…"
As she grumbled, her soft bosom rubbed against the man's chest.
No matter how calm and composed the general was, inexplicable anger was surging within him right now.
It was only yesterday that he warned her not to wear such revealing clothes, yet she was now wearing a low-cut and back-revealing spaghetti-strap dress and casually hanging around an indecent group of rich chaps.
He was only a few hours late back home, but this little woman had already made an extravagant mess in this quiet and private dwelling of his.
The scene that he witnessed upon stepping past the doorway in particular…
That lass, in her drunken stupor, was snuggling up against a guy's shoulder as if she had no idea that a distinction should be made between males and females.
The next moment, Jiang Mianmian got pulled off the sofa by the man. Caught off guard by the abruptness of this, she failed to stand properly on her feet and nearly fell to the ground.
His handsome face turned harsh. "Skipping school, getting into fights, smoking, drinking, hanging around with indecent people; you're truly a juvenile delinquent."
The cold revulsion in his voice startled her, her mind sobering a little at that.
In her lightheadedness, she faintly saw the man unbuckling the military leather belt from his waist before her…
"Your father has never belted you before, right? Jiang Mianmian, you're in need of a good lesson!"
The man sent the belt whipping down with his big hand, and it scared her so much her eyes bulged wide with shock as she screamed while trying to dodge away.
The former might appear to have quite a bit of temper, but she saw him as an elder and thought him to be quite gentlemanly. Never did she think he would hit others with a belt!
While trying to hide away from him, the lass shouted, "Are you mad, Zhan Muqian?! Try belting me, and I'll get a divorce! Immediately!"
Feeling absolutely livid, he drew closer to her with the belt in his hand.
Fear struck her now.
Even though she was a fighter, the man, coming from the special forces, was someone she definitely could not beat in a fight despite her being capable enough to fight with many others.
She shouted for help at the top of her voice, but it was as though the domestic helpers in this house were dead. There was no response from them at all.
"Z-Zhan Muqian, I'm warning you… t-this is domestic abuse! I-I can go to the Women's Federation to sue you!"
With pursed lips, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her upstairs. Each word and sentence from him sounded chilling to the bone. "Sue me? Consider it my loss if you still have the strength to make your way to the Women's Federation tomorrow."
…
The drunk and feeble little woman was dragged into the bedroom by the man.
She rolled about in pain after being thrown to the bed.
Just when she thought she was really going to be beaten, Zhan Muqian, with a cold face, tied her hands together with the belt.
"What… What are you intending to do?!"
Her neck was all shriveled up, and her big and clear eyes now appeared hazy.
Have I accidentally sold myself to a military pervert?
We've only been married for a day. Surely he isn't going to sexually abuse me…?