Over the past few days, the flowers Tian Sangsang planted in the vegetable garden have grown exceptionally well. She wore white gloves as she carefully picked the blooms.
Qin Lan noticed her meticulous manner—bending over to pick the flowers, wearing gloves—as though the flowers in her hands were her own children, requiring delicate care.
From a side profile, she even had an intellectual air. Just in terms of demeanor, she was far superior to the other military wives.
How could this be possible?
"Sister-in-law, picking flowers, huh?" Qin Lan walked closer, intending to get friendly. "What are you picking flowers for?" If it weren't for her husband telling her not to provoke Tian Sangsang anymore, she wouldn't have bothered. But she still couldn't figure out why Captain Jiang was so taken with this dark-skinned, plump woman. Was it something remarkable in bed?
