Chapter 22 The Marshal Was Jealous and Smashed the Record Player
Song Shishan suppressed his jealousy. Although the lieutenant beside him was obsessed with it for a moment, he would not seek death by lingering on the handsome lady's body.
They all blushed, withdrew their gazes, and looked away angrily.
Only the uncontrollable redness to the roots of their ears still showed their uncontrollable dirty thoughts.
Just thinking about it, Song Shishan wished he could take a gun and attack the room full of drunkards.
In the end, the adjutant did nothing wrong, and it was an innocent disaster. Fortunately, the woman was sensible enough to know that she had done something wrong, so she nodded and went upstairs again.
Her nightgown was swaying, and lotuses grew at every step. Looking at her leaving back, that graceful look was still lingering.
Song Shishan smoked two more cigarettes, but did not suppress the excitement. He simply waved his hand and asked the adjutants in annoyance to leave, and we would discuss anything in the military camp tomorrow.
He walked up the stairs with his legs, his military boots creaking on the wooden stairs.
I was secretly wondering if my bad attitude just now scared her.
I think she is the charming young lady from Shanghai, and I am a rough guy who escaped from the hail of bullets. I should treat her more gently next time.
I didn't even ask her why she came down late at night.
I guess she came here to look for me in the middle of the night because she missed him, right?
That's why I brought her here. It was outrageous to leave her alone in the boudoir before the two of them were officially married.
It must have been so cold that I slept for a long time and felt empty around me, so I didn't even bother going downstairs to look for myself.
Song Shishan felt a little uncomfortable when he thought of this. He cursed himself and couldn't help but quicken his pace. He just wanted to go upstairs quickly, take her into his arms, and do it to her ruthlessly.
As soon as I walked to the door of the boudoir, I heard Beijing opera playing from an old record inside.
"Gaoting Company invited boss Zhang Xicheng to sing "Qin Qiong Selling Horses"..."
Before the man's majestic singing voice could be heard from the phonograph, Song Shishan kicked open the door and let the night wind flow into the window lattice, causing the white curtain to flutter.
Shuangyan turned around in fear, and saw the handsome man in military uniform, his sword eyebrows furrowed, as if he was about to explode in the next moment.
He squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Get out of here!"
Although Shuangyan was worried about his young lady, he did not dare to offend this violent lion at the moment.
Song Shishan tore off his military uniform jacket, threw it to the floor, raised his hand and smashed the gramophone, and then ordered:
"In the future, don't let me see these things in the handsome manor. Whoever dares to mention the actor again, I will kill him!"
The loud sound of the gramophone falling to the ground caused Liang Yueying to temporarily become deaf.
Then, her beautiful eyes looked at him with resentment and a bit of hatred:
"Song Shishan, why do you have it? That's my thing, why do you destroy it?"
"Ha! Why? Just because I am your man." Song Shishan felt that he had treated her too favorably.
When I thought about going upstairs, I scolded myself as a bastard because I had to deal with military affairs until late at night and let her stay alone in the empty room. I thought about spending more time with her in the future.
At this moment, I felt that all my sincerity was fed to the dog. No, this heartless woman was worse than the military dog he kept in captivity in the army.
"Liang Yueying, you are married now and you are my woman. Remember your duty as a wife!"
"Wife?" Liang Yueying held back her throat, sneered, and mocked her word by word.
"Are you worthy of mentioning the word wife? Have you ever had any respect for me? In your eyes, I am a slave, a beast, a maid, not even as good as a bird."
Song Shishan was heartbroken, and all his love was trampled under her feet, so he decided to throw it all away.
"Very good. You are self-aware. Today, I will show you how to be a slave!"
After that, he roughly tore off her nightgown and reached down with his big hands.