Chapter 90: The Beautiful Art Troupe Girls from the Capital Have Arrived!

Huh? What’s going on?

Gu Jianing opened her eyes and looked over.

With just one glance, her eyes widened and her face instantly turned red.

She scolded coquettishly, her voice soft: “Sheng Zexi, you—you’re shameless!”

Sheng Zexi blinked, his eyes full of innocence. How was he shameless?

Seeing Sheng Zexi still acting all innocent, Gu Jianing was both exasperated and amused.

“You—you have a nosebleed!”

A nosebleed?

Sheng Zexi instinctively reached up to wipe his nose, and sure enough, saw blood on his hand.

He really was having a nosebleed?!

No wonder he’d just felt something warm trickling from his nose.

Seeing Gu Jianing’s flustered and angry expression, Sheng Zexi felt a little guilty. He quickly grabbed a handkerchief to wipe away the blood, and explained shamelessly, “Wife, it’s not my fault. You can only blame your amazing figure.”

Gu Jianing didn’t know whether to laugh or cry—she couldn’t bring herself to scold or hit him.

She just gave a little “hmph” and said nothing more.

But despite her flustered appearance, she was secretly pleased and proud inside.

After all, she’d always had a great figure and beautiful skin.

And ever since she’d taken the system’s reward, the “Peerless Beauty Pill,” over the past half month, her body had been transformed to near perfection.

She was slim where she should be, curvy where she should be, her figure growing more and more flawless.

Even when she was washing herself, she sometimes couldn’t help but feel a little envious of Sheng Zexi. Hmph, what a lucky man he was!

“Ningning, do you want to wash your hair? How about I help you?” Sheng Zexi offered eagerly after wiping his nosebleed.

Gu Jianing shot him a glance—she suspected his motives weren’t so pure.

But she still nodded in agreement.

Just as Gu Jianing thought Sheng Zexi would use the excuse of washing her hair to get handsy, to her surprise, he was actually very proper.

When he said he’d help wash her hair, he really meant it, taking it seriously.

He gently wet her hair in the spring water, then picked up the soap and carefully lathered her long hair. His movements were so gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

Once her hair was fully lathered, he massaged her scalp with his fingertips, the pressure just right—not too hard, not too soft. Gu Jianing found it so comfortable she closed her eyes to enjoy it.

Honestly, if she weren’t worried about soaking in the hot spring for too long, she’d have wanted him to keep massaging her.

After the massage, he wrapped her hair in a towel.

Sheng Zexi quickly dried himself off, got dressed, and started a fire before letting Gu Jianing get out.

Once Gu Jianing was dressed and sitting by the fire, he unwrapped her towel and carefully dried her hair, using the warmth of the fire to help.

The two of them were sitting very close. Sheng Zexi could easily catch the faint, pleasant fragrance from Gu Jianing—not overpowering, but so enticing it made his heart itch.

“Ningning, your hair is so soft and smooth,” Sheng Zexi praised.

He meant it. Her black hair was silky and smooth, not a single tangle, and he couldn’t get enough of the feeling of it in his hands.

“What’s not good about me?” Gu Jianing replied softly, lifting her chin a little with a hint of pride.

Sheng Zexi looked at her, thinking she was just like a proud little kitten—he wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and cuddle her.

Once her hair was dry, Sheng Zexi bundled her up tightly, and the two of them headed back to the military compound.

As soon as they entered, they saw a commotion up ahead—there were vehicles and a crowd of people gathered, making quite a racket.

“What’s going on up there?” Gu Jianing couldn’t help but mutter.

Sheng Zexi wasn’t interested in the excitement. He turned to ask, “Do you want to go take a look?”

Gu Jianing shook her head. “Not really. Let’s just go home.”

“Okay.”

Gu Jianing wasn’t one for crowds, and with the weather so cold, she had no desire to linger outside.

So Sheng Zexi turned the car around and headed in the other direction.

After returning the car, the couple went home.

The next day, Zhang Shuwan brought over some fragrant, freshly made pancakes with Guoguo. “Jianing, do you know why it was so lively at the compound last night?”

Zhang Shuwan’s eyes sparkled with excitement, as if she was just waiting to share some juicy gossip with Gu Jianing.

Gu Jianing blinked and played along, “Why?”

“There’s only a week left until New Year’s Eve. I heard that every year at the Northwest Military District, the art troupe comes to put on a show for the soldiers.”

Gu Jianing suddenly understood—she’d heard about this before.

On New Year’s Eve, the art troupe would put on a gala.

“The group that arrived yesterday is the troupe performing at the Northwest Military District this time. I heard they’re from the capital. I happened to see them when I was picking up Guoguo for dinner yesterday. I have to say, the girls who make it into the art troupe really are beautiful.”

But then she looked at Gu Jianing and added, “But honestly, even their prettiest girl—the so-called star of the troupe—still isn’t as beautiful as you, Jianing. Really! If you joined the art troupe, you’d definitely be the most beautiful and eye-catching one there.”

Zhang Shuwan spoke with conviction. In her eyes, Jianing was even prettier than the art troupe girls, and she was proud of it—after all, she treated Gu Jianing like her own sister.

“Jianing, I’ve noticed you’re getting prettier by the day,” Zhang Shuwan said, a little dazed as she looked at her. She truly felt that Gu Jianing was becoming more and more beautiful, a joy to behold.

“Auntie is so pretty!” Guoguo chimed in, munching on her pancake.

Gu Jianing took out a handkerchief and wiped Guoguo’s mouth, smiling. “Our Guoguo is pretty too~”

“Oh right, are you and Captain Sheng going to watch the art troupe’s performance on New Year’s Eve?” Zhang Shuwan asked.

“Of course.”

Sheng Zexi had mentioned it to her in passing before, and Gu Jianing was quite curious about what the art troupe’s performance would be like. Since the university was closed off and she couldn’t go anywhere, not even back to her family, and there weren’t any other activities in the compound, she figured she might as well go enjoy the rare excitement.

“Great! Let’s go together and see if the art troupe girls from the capital are really as talented as they say. I also heard there’ll be a matchmaking event after the New Year, to help the single soldiers in the compound find partners.”

While Gu Jianing and Zhang Shuwan were discussing the art troupe girls from the capital, the very people they were talking about were also talking about Gu Jianing.

Fang Manping walked into Li Shuyao’s room and couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy at the sight of her single-occupancy dorm.

People with connections really do get special treatment wherever they go.

Just like Li Shuyao—even though she’d come to the Northwest Military District with the rest of them, everyone else had to share dorms, but thanks to her grandfather’s influence, she got a room all to herself."