Marriage in the 1970s: The Political Commissar's Contract Wife

A sense of crisis, like a cold snake, coiled tightly around his heart. He could no longer wait passively! He had to take the initiative and use every means to keep Zhixia firmly by his side.

First, let her know that their relationship is protected by law.

He decided to find a suitable time to confess the marriage certificate to Zhixia. He wanted her to understand that their relationship was not just a verbal agreement, nor just a bond with a child, but a legally recognized marriage, written in black and white and acknowledged by the state and the military! This was his strongest armor, his legal weapon against all external interference (especially from Zuoqi).

Secondly, you need to make her fall in love with him as soon as possible and become inseparable from him.

He could no longer be satisfied with the status quo! He could no longer be satisfied with her merely not rejecting him, allowing him to sleep beside her, allowing him to caress and kiss her belly. These tender feelings were too fragile in the face of Zuo Qi's deep-seated "old feelings"! He had to speed things up, to use a stronger, more intensive approach to make her accustomed to his presence, dependent on his care, until she etched his image into her heart.

Boiling a frog in lukewarm water? That won't work.

We must act swiftly and decisively!

Before the name Zuo Qi could even stir any more ripples in Zhi Xia's heart, he wanted to use the new life he and his child had built to completely sever that past shadow, cutting it off firmly! He wanted to ensure that Zuo Qi would never have the chance to get close to Zhi Xia again in his entire life!

He took a deep breath, trying to reassure himself:

They hadn't seen each other for four years; even the deepest feelings should have faded by now.

And she and I have two children who are connected by blood. We see each other day and night, and I'm slowly winning her heart. She lets me touch my belly, lets me kiss my belly—that's progress!

Fang Chu's gaze sharpened and hardened once more.

He turned and left the kitchen without hesitation, leaving behind the ashes and the turmoil in his heart.

He walked toward the bedroom, which was lit with warm lights, toward his wife and children.

A war without gunfire, a war concerning the belonging of the soul, was unilaterally and fiercely launched by him because of the letter he glimpsed.

Fang Chu returned to the house with the lingering, turbulent emotions she had picked up in the kitchen.

He needed something to confirm his ownership, and he needed closer contact to dispel the chill brought by the ghost called "Left Flag".

Zhi Xia was leaning against the headboard when she saw him come in and casually asked, "Where did Mom take you?"

Fang Chu didn't stop walking. He walked to the bedside and sat down, his tone deliberately relaxed to hide the turmoil in his heart: "It's nothing. Just tell them you're pregnant and told me not to let us... 'that'." He deliberately used vague words.

Zhi Xia didn't react for a moment, and asked blankly, "...That?"

Fang Chu leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe. His voice was deep and ambiguous, carrying a clear hint: "It's about... having a baby." After saying that, he gently took her earlobe into his mouth and lightly rubbed it with his teeth.

"Ah!" Zhi Xia shuddered violently, as if electrocuted, her face instantly turning bright red from her ears to her neck. Both ashamed and angry, she pushed him away forcefully, "You...you pervert!"

Fang Chu seized the opportunity to grasp her hand as she pushed him away, his gaze fixed intently on her, his tone carrying a barely perceptible pleading, yet brimming with an air of self-righteousness:

"Xiaxia, we're husband and wife. I'm a normal man, I have needs." He leaned incredibly close, his nose almost touching hers, his lips lightly brushing against her skin. "You...you help me tonight, okay?"

Zhi Xia was enveloped by his burning breath, her heart pounding like a drum. Embarrassed, she turned her face away, her voice barely audible: "I... my belly is so big, how can I help..."

"I know," Fang Chu's voice was even lower, filled with deep guilt and coaxing, "I know I hurt you a lot the first time, I was a bastard. I will be very gentle in the future, and I will make you feel comfortable. Xiaxia, please don't push me away, okay?" He tried to break down her defenses with promises and a show of weakness.

"You...you stop talking..." Zhi Xia was so ashamed by his explicit words that she felt like her whole body was burning up. She tried to push him away with all her might.

Fang Chu wouldn't allow her to escape, his gaze fixed on her misty eyes, his expression forceful and unyielding: "Let me kiss you, just once..."

Before she could finish speaking, he didn't give her a chance to refuse, and lowered his head to capture her slightly parted lips in surprise.

"Hmm..." All of Zhi Xia's protests were silenced.

She was already unsteady on her feet due to her huge belly, and when he pressed down on her like that, she fell backward onto the soft bed.

Fang Chu quickly wrapped his arms around her, supporting her, but also trapping her even more tightly in his embrace and in his breath.

When the kiss ended, Zhixia was slightly out of breath, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were still glistening with tears.

Fang Chu pressed his forehead against hers, his breathing a little erratic, but he didn't forget to strike while the iron was hot and make a further request:

"Xiaxia, tonight...can we sleep in the same bed?"

Zhi Xia instinctively wanted to refuse, so she found the most practical excuse: "No... the blanket is too small, it won't cover both of us."

"I'll hold you while you sleep," Fang Chu tightened her arms, her voice seductive, "I'm warm, I'll keep you warm."

"But I need to turn over in the middle of the night," Zhixia twisted her body, trying to avoid his overly hot body temperature, "Sleeping with you... is uncomfortable."

Fang Chu refused to give up, assuring her, "I won't make you uncomfortable. You can turn over if you want, I definitely won't press on you." He was unusually persistent tonight, with an unusual urgency.

Zhi Xia finally realized something, and looked up at him with her watery eyes, a hint of confusion in her expression: "Fang Chu... you're acting so strange tonight."

Fang Chu looked into her clear eyes, which reflected his own image, but lacked the intense love he craved.

That sense of crisis gripped him again. He had to implement something more tangible as soon as possible.

He took a deep breath and unleashed his long-prepared "trump card," his tone deliberately casual: "Xiaxia, let's talk about serious matters. How about we get our marriage certificate after the New Year?"

Sure enough, Zhi Xia's brows furrowed immediately, her tone filled with confusion and a hint of barely perceptible resistance: "Why are you saying this..."

Fang Chu had already prepared her reasons, and she spoke with righteous indignation: "Without a marriage certificate, how will the child register for a household registration? That would be an unregistered household, and it would be a problem for them to go to school."

"Do I need a marriage certificate to register my household?" Zhixia was completely unaware of this policy and seemed very surprised.

"Of course!" Fang Chu said firmly, leaving no room for doubt. "It's the rule."

Zhi Xia remained silent for a while, seemingly processing the information.