The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 273 - 272: Jump Up and Kick

Chapter 273: Chapter 272: Jump Up and Kick

[Some people stack junk, and our Prince’s Consort stacks art pieces.]

[What is this mythical demon battle? I haven’t even started channeling Qi into my body, and some people have already reached transcendence? My thighs are bruised from all the slapping.]

[Where can I get such a beautiful snowman? I am a university student, do not be ungrateful, give me a free link.]

[Brother upstairs, His Excellency the God of War has sent a congratulatory message, and he might wish you a Happy New Year.]

[The snowman that the Prince’s Consort made looks as good as my girlfriend.]

[Someone! Get that jinx out of here!]

[Lulululu~]

The Star Network is always full of fun seekers, and amidst the jokes, there is no shortage of praise for Qu Tong’s skills.

Butler Chi was excitedly liking and replying to each comment, which made Qu Tong’s mouth twitch.

Because of Qu Tong’s creation, a competitive snowman-making trend started online, significantly raising the average attractiveness of snowmen.

Many people showcased their elaborately crafted snowmen, humorously claiming them to be their girlfriends or goddesses.

When Wen You saw Qu Tong’s lifelike creation, he also started stacking one at the doorstep.

Building a female is too difficult, so let’s build a male instead.

After Cheng Feng finished his patrol and just stepped through the door, he saw Wen You and backed out, putting his hands in his pockets, and nonchalantly asked, "With a nose and eyes, who did you sculpt?"

Wen You glanced at Cheng Feng and added a mole with a twig on the right corner of his eye.

"My male god."

The next second, Cheng Feng kicked out beautifully, sending himself straight to the hospital.

While practicing calligraphy at home and listening to their group boasting on the Fei Wenxing network, Qu Tong received a message from Wen You:

[Tongtong, you don’t have to work this afternoon, come and chat with me for a while, bring some snacks over.]

Qu Tong put down the pen: [Address.]

Wen You sent over his location.

Upon seeing the address, Capital Star military hospital?

Qu Tong looked at Butler Chi, who was busy replying to messages, and had Xuan Ping take him to the military hospital.

Inside a high-grade single room.

Wen You vividly retold the entire process of how Cheng Feng ended up in the hospital, completely ignoring the increasingly dark expression on Cheng Feng’s face next to him.

Even Xuan Ping, standing guard outside the door, occasionally looked at his captain with a barely suppressed smile.

Feeling the overwhelming resentment from beside him, Qu Tong pulled Wen You in good conscience, "You should tone it down a bit; Cheng Feng seems to be in a lot of pain."

Wen You laughed even louder, "It’s his own fault for kicking out so hard, hahaha!"

"Who else would pile a snowman on top of a fire hydrant?" Cheng Feng said coldly.

"That’s your fault for having a twitchy foot."

The two were at each other’s throats, unwilling to give in.

To prevent Cheng Feng from jumping out of his hospital bed to bicker with Wen You in anger, Qu Tong asked Xuan Ping to keep watch and took Wen You outside to cool off.

Cheng Feng gave Xuan Ping, who was standing straight, a sarcastic glance, "Go ahead and laugh, no need to hold it back."

Xuan Ping, not daring to offend his petty captain, still kept his face tense, "I dare not."

Cheng Feng snorted and turned his head away, pretending to nap.

Once outside, Wen You seemed to lose his enthusiasm and began talking about Qu Tong’s final exams.

"The last time you competed with me, your strength was much more than just that, wasn’t it?" Wen You looked at Qu Tong skeptically.

Qu Tong smiled lightly, "That was just the limit of the mecha, not of myself."

Wen You, puzzled, didn’t inquire further, but instead asked, "Are you managing to cope with studying in both departments?"

In Wen You’s view, the Mecha Single Soldier Department was manageable, but the Pharmaceutical Department was complicated and demanding.

"I don’t need to attend Mecha Single Soldier Department courses, and I should be able to pull some strings in the Pharmaceutical Department." Qu Tong spoke without any sense of guilt, her tone relaxed.

Wen You clucked her tongue twice, admiringly muttering that it was just like the boss’s woman.

Although she herself had taken an advancement exam, she only dared to attempt the third-year exam in her second year, and it was extremely tough for her.

"You’re so diligent, what are your plans for the future? You aren’t planning to join the First Legion to be with the boss, are you?"

It was no wonder Wen You thought this way; outstanding graduates from the military academy often aspired to achieve greatness in the military.

Qu Tong glanced at Wen You and handed her some popcorn she made before coming: "I haven’t decided yet."

She had an entire planet to herself, her own elixir shop, enough for a lifetime of carefree happiness.

It seemed like she wasn’t that passionate about her work.

She only wanted to graduate early because she was too busy to manage everything.

As for joining the Legion because of Si Yuting, she had no such intention for now.

Wen You tossed some popcorn into her mouth, praised its taste, and then began acting like a life coach to Qu Tong as someone who had been through it all.

However, most of her suggestions were rejected by Qu Tong.

Eventually, Wen You gave up: "Well, you’re doing pretty well as it is, having defeated 99.99% of people."

Qu Tong checked the time; she had been out for an hour and a half and needed to get back, or Cheng Feng would start growing mushrooms.

Qu Tong left some snacks and fruit for the two of them before heading back to Yuelan Bay with Xuan Ping.

Wen You split the fruit equally, giving Cheng Feng his share, but she liked the popcorn so much she stuffed it all into her Space Button.

As soon as Qu Tong left, Cheng Feng leaned back on the pillow and started ordering Wen You around:

"Wen Dazhuang, I want some water."

Wen You rolled her eyes at him: "It’s your leg that’s injured, not your hand."

"I want hot water."

"Troublesome."

Wen You got up to fetch water for Cheng Feng.

"I want an apple."

Wen You took an apple out of her Space Button and tossed it onto the bed.

Cheng Feng glanced at it but didn’t reach for it, demanding with all the righteousness he could muster, "Peel it for me."

"Get lost!"

Cheng Feng tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling, sighing, "Some people, they get you into the hospital and then wash their hands of you, not even a twinge of conscience. Probably not, guess it’s all black inside, how would black heart feel pain anyway?"

Wen You ground her molars and glared at Cheng Feng for a long time.

She walked over, peeled the apple quickly, and shoved it into Cheng Feng’s hand before sitting as far from the sickbed as possible.

Cheng Feng smirked charmingly, ate the apple completely, and then looked at the popcorn in Wen You’s hands, "Give me some to eat."

"Patients shouldn’t eat indiscriminately." Wen You remained unmoved.

"Ouch~ my leg hurts."

Wen You threw a piece of popcorn at Cheng Feng’s forehead, gritting her teeth, "Believe it or not, I’ll make your head hurt too shortly."

"Oh, I was just thinking about taking a break anyway, you’ve completed all my tasks for me, haven’t you?" Cheng Feng lay back on the bed, looking utterly defeated.

This infuriated Wen You, who threw several more pieces of popcorn at him.

Cheng Feng didn’t mind, picking one up and eating it.

The nurse who came in to change his bandages saw Wen You throw another piece of popcorn, with already a dozen on the white sheets.

Considering Wen You was still in uniform, the nurse gently suggested, "The patient should maintain a pleasant mood to help with recovery."

Cheng Feng nodded in agreement, looking as if Wen You was some kind of patient-abusing monster, which made Wen You want to crack his skull open.