Second Marriage in the 1970s

32

Chapter 32

Today, in order to entertain her daughter and son-in-law, Chen Guixiang prepared a lot of good dishes. Zhang Qiaoer let Jiahui bring a chicken back to her family. As if they had negotiated beforehand, Chen Guixiang also killed a chicken.

At lunchtime, the son-in-law and uncle sat down at a table, drinking and talking, and Dong Aimin accompanied Zhao Donglin to drink together.

“Come, Donglin, we brothers must drink to our hearts’ content today.”

“Yes, we will not return until we are drunk.”

“This is my son-in-law’s first dinner at his father-in-law’s house. If we didn’t get you drunk, then it would look like your brothers did not entertain you well. “

Zhao Donglin, naturally, did not refuse the wine poured by his uncles, and by the end of the meal, he had really drunk too much.

“You help Donglin sleep in your room. Stay home for dinner tonight and then go back. “

Dong Jiahui’s room was initially a storage room for miscellaneous items, but ever since Dong Jiahui returned from the Lu family, the family cleaned up the room for her to make it her room. Even if she was married again, the room still remained the same. They would only change the room when the family’s several children were old enough to prepare a room for them.

As for the miscellaneous things in the house, a separate wooden house has been built beside their house.

“Let’s wait until Donglin wakes up. Whether he stays after dinner depends on whether he has work in the village in the afternoon.”

The agreement before coming was to eat lunch here and go back. She also forgot to ask him about work.

The drunk Zhao Donglin belongs to the type that does not make a fuss; he would only lie down and fall asleep. After Dong Jiahui took off his shoes and covered him with a quilt, she poured some warm water into the washbasin and wet a towel to wipe his hands and face.

His hands were long and broad, with well-defined bones, and the fingers on his palms were full of thick calluses, highlighting the difficulties of life.

The two of them actually didn’t have much time to talk, and Dong Jiahui didn’t know much about his previous life in the army, but from the calluses on his hands, it must have been very hard.

When the towel was wiped on his face, Zhao Donglin opened his eyes in a daze. He watched Dong Jiahui, who was wiping his face. He reached out to hold her hand.

“wife.”

His drunken voice was deep, with a touch of huskiness. It was like a sigh or a lover’s whisper in her ear.

Dong Jiahui did not pull out the hand he held, but she sat down on the bed, took off the towel with her other hand, and put it into the washbasin.

“wife.”

Not hearing Dong Jiahui’s response, Zhao Donglin called her again.

He rubbed her palm. The air was filled with the faint smell of wine. Dong Jiahui looked at his face carefully.

He was a good-looking man, with sword brows and bright eyes, well-defined and three-dimensional features. But his usual serious and earnest attitude often made people overlook his good looks.

In other words, he is not the type to rely on his face, and even because of his too firm and serious face, it is easy to give people the illusion that strangers can’t approach him.

Her first impression of him was that he was a very good soldier, and her second impression was that he was willing to help others, which made it easy to create a sense of trust.