CHAPTER 175: CHAPTER 175: DARK HISTORY

Huang Qingshan was a man who listened; since his wife had spoken, he naturally kept his mouth shut.

But his ears were perked up high, wanting to hear what those two young people in front might be whispering about.

Turns out, they were really cautious; their voices were so soft that the wind dispersed them.

He could just faintly hear words like "hungry" and "look."

In any case, he didn’t catch a complete sentence, couldn’t guess even if he wanted to.

Wen Shi had no idea what his good buddy was thinking; his eyes seemed to have their own mind, unable to stop glancing at Yi Chichi’s face.

Those eyelashes were fluffy, dense, and thick, fluttering like butterfly wings with every blink, making him want to touch them.

The bridge of her nose was not too high nor too low, just two words to describe it: exquisite.

Then there were her lips, neither too thick nor too thin, rosy red, looking particularly moist and biteable...

Stop right there, that can’t be thought about.

Before getting the marriage certificate, he had to hold the line in his thoughts, and absolutely couldn’t cross boundaries.

He took a deep breath, trying to find something to say.

"Was the journey tiring?"

Yi Chichi, aware of his gaze, casually replied, "Tiring."

She’s not one to act coy, never was in this life or the past.

She didn’t think of changing her nature either, as faking is easy for a moment, but pretending for a lifetime is hard.

So, there was no need.

"What about you, are you tired?"

"Not tired!"

He straightened his back, full of integrity, "We’re used to daily training, and often going out to sea."

Yi Chichi, ...understood, die-hard masculinity and living with pride, she got that.

"I brought medicine for you."

"Hmm? What medicine?"

Yi Chichi gave him a meaningful look and gently reminded, "The last letter."

Wen Shi felt something explode in his mind, his face so red it might as well have been smoking.

"It wasn’t me, I didn’t."

"You’ve never been on a submarine?"

Yi Chichi gave a half-smile, and Wen Shi instantly withered like an eggplant hit by frost.

"Been on one."

"There you go then."

The current equipment was nothing like the future; she was quite aware of the Navy’s situation.

Chafing was an unavoidable issue.

"Be honest, does it sting and itch?"

This question hit right at Wen Shi’s heart; if Yi Chichi didn’t know the situation, he would have hidden it.

But she obviously knew, so there was no need to hide it anymore.

Besides, she brought medicine, which could help the soldiers relieve the pain of chafing if it works; this would be a good thing for them.

Thinking of this, he softly replied, "The military doctor doesn’t have any good solutions, they just give us talcum powder or Jing Wan Hong."

Speaking of this, he sighed, "Talcum powder isn’t very useful, Jing Wan Hong somewhat works, but only after chafing has developed, there’s no way to prevent it early."

Mainly, the space on a submarine is too small that turning around is difficult, so just brushing teeth and washing face is possible, but properly changing and washing is hard.

Therefore, putting on talc was all for naught; it was still covered there, so if it’s going to chafe, it will chafe.

After all, next time on the submarine, everyone would come back stinking.

"Can your medicine prevent it?"

"Yes."

Yi Chichi was fully confident; this formula was specifically developed by her grandfather for her fifth uncle.

Her fifth uncle was also in the Navy; his history of bare-butt sunbathing due to chafing was known by all younger family members.

As soon as she received Wen Shi’s invitation letter to visit, she thought of this formula.

"The medicine is ready; you can try it. If it works, I’ll give you the formula, and you can arrange it as you see fit."

Wen Shi’s steps faltered slightly, softly saying, "The formula is valuable."

Even if he didn’t understand the field, he knew what a miraculous formula meant in the pharmaceutical industry.

Before, he knew well how effective the powders to repel snakes, rats, insects, and the like, and later the universal antidote and anti-inflammatory medical powders were.

The old military doctor always wanted to meet the producer to discuss the formula matter, but he always made excuses that the person couldn’t be contacted.

Later, he didn’t dare to ask Yi Chichi for the medicine, fearing it might cause trouble for her.

He wanted to persuade her, but Yi Chichi just said, "Add some merit to your name."

She wasn’t in the pharmaceutical industry anyway, so keeping the formula was useless.

Might as well contribute to the country’s defense and medical development.

Of course, "After handing it over, I trust your leaders won’t shortchange me."

At present, the military didn’t allow business, which made things quite straightforward at that time.

It wasn’t until the reform and opening up that chaos truly arose.

By then, she’d keep the formula tightly under wraps, not exposing it.

Wen Shi, ...this was a consideration that was all too clear and far-sighted.

"First, let’s test its efficacy."

In the end, he couldn’t let her suffer a loss.

Amid chatting, they arrived at the port; the two men set down their luggage to buy tickets, while Yi Chichi and Yang Qing watched over the luggage.

Yang Qing stared at Wen Shi’s face over and over, marveling, "Ms. Yi, your partner is so much more handsome than my Old Huang."

Tall with long legs and a good-looking face, especially those eyes, truly beautiful.

Standing together with her Ms. Yi, they were as harmonious as a pleasing painting.

"My Old Huang is good in every way, just not much to look at."

With a rather disdainful expression.

Yet the laughter in her eyes expressed her satisfaction with Old Huang.

Yi Chichi just smiled, "A handsome face can’t be eaten; being capable, home-loving, and caring for the wife is what’s practical."

"A good-looking face can make you eat two extra bowls of rice."

This left her uncertain how to respond, so she simply put her face up to Yang Qing, "Sis, next time when you lose your appetite and can’t eat, I’ll show you my face to make you eat two extra bowls."

Yang Qing was taken aback by this response, then burst into laughter.

"That works."

At such close range, she discovered Yi Chichi’s skin was astonishingly good, fair and tender like a peeled egg, soft and moist to the touch, feeling incredibly comfortable.

"How do you maintain your skin so well? Do you use Snow Cream?"

"...Mainly, it’s the skin I was born with, and Snow Cream... counts I guess."

The skin-smoothing cream she used was so much better than Snow Cream, but that couldn’t be said because making it was too complicated.

"My face isn’t great, it has spots."

She touched her face with a melancholy look, "Not fair either."

"Sun spots."

From lack of sunscreen attention, "A little care to avoid direct sun exposure, combined with the use of cream, can lighten sun spots and whiten the skin too."

She had experience dealing with sun spots, but she didn’t intend to take on this task, mainly because her stay wasn’t long.

Moreover, her identity was a complication.

If she really married and got registered with Wen Shi, it’s still uncertain if she’d pass the background check.

This time she intended to have a clear conversation with Wen Shi, and as for what follows... depends on Wen Shi.

After boarding the ferry, Yi Chichi stood on the deck, looking at the blue sea and sky, feeling her mind broaden significantly.

Wen Shi stood beside her, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

He was worried she might get seasick.

She shook her head, "I don’t get seasick."

"That’s good, Sister-in-law Huang is terribly seasick."

Wen Shi fished out two White Rabbit candies from his pocket, eyes wide open, offering them to her, "Want some?"

His tone was stiff, eyelashes trembling, ears reddening, such a contrast that Yi Chichi couldn’t help but laugh.