You're my wife, don't doubt it!

"I'm not really looking forward to whether he comes or not," Shen Jie told herself.

Shen Jie turned over in frustration.

Then he rolled over again.

Flip it over again in three minutes.

Damn it, I can't sleep.

Shen Jie sat up and searched in the darkness by intuition.

She actually found it.

The girl wiped the sweat from her forehead and turned on the air conditioner in the room with a "beep".

The landlady seems to say that there will be extra electricity charges for turning on the air conditioner, but who cares?

I set the air conditioner temperature to 18°C.

I feel a bit better now.

The girl pulled her legs together and pondered for a while in the darkness.

Then, I carefully lifted the blanket.

……

When you're lying at home, you should relax and be comfortable like this.

She took off all her clothes and wrapped herself in the blanket.

I was going to take off my socks too, but then I felt a sense of being wrapped up, which was quite comfortable, so I didn't take them off yet.

……

Shen Jie let out a long breath; she felt sweaty all over again.

It's time to take a shower.

The girl knew that the bathroom and toilet were at the end of this long corridor.

One bathroom is shared by a dozen or twenty households on the second floor. She wasn't confident that she wouldn't have to wait in line outside when she went there.

And... you have to wear clothes.

Shen Jie sat up, groped along the wall, and turned on a light bulb.

Her eyes had been dormant in darkness for too long, and the light from this bulb was so abrupt and glaring that she unconsciously stretched out her hand, palm facing outward and back of hand facing inward, to shield her eyes.

After her eyes adjusted to the light in the room, Shen Jie put her hands down, took off her socks, crumpled them into a ball, and aimed at the makeshift laundry basket she had set up in the corner.

"Hey~~~ Whoosh!"

The two socks traced a beautiful parabola in the air.

Beautiful fake, three-pointer!

It's left outside!

Shen Jie threw off the covers, jumped off the bed bare-chested and barefoot, ran to the laundry basket, picked up her socks, and threw them in.

Then she walked to her luggage bag and found her long nightgown.

This nightgown is loose, conservative, and elegant. Even if a male neighbor sees you wearing it in the hallway, you won't feel embarrassed or taken advantage of.

After getting dressed, Shen Jie didn't immediately go to the bathroom to try her luck. Instead, she sat back on the edge of the bed and looked around at her "new home" for the next few days.

The room was quite large, probably more than ten square meters. A light bulb hung above the door, and outside the door was a public corridor.

The phrase "bare walls" perfectly describes this place, because the only furniture in the room is the bed in the corner and a laundry basket in another corner—which Shen Jie had just put there herself. Other than that, there is nothing.

Yes, there was no table, no chair, no TV cabinet, not even a small stool, and no mirror.

The renovation was done in a completely bare state, but at least the walls were painted white. Although they look grayish now, it's undeniable that they were painted white.

In the third corner, there were several heavy duffel bags, one belonging to himself and the other to Xiao Yao. They hadn't been opened much and were just casually left there.

At the top of the duffel bag is a power outlet, below which is a triangle, and above which are two holes.

Shen Jie walked over and plugged her phone charger into a two-prong socket, while the phone itself hung crookedly on a duffel bag.

Such a dwelling can hardly be called a "home"; at best, it is a "place to sleep".

Shen Jie lay back down on the bed, staring blankly at the empty ceiling.

An indescribable emptiness and panic crept over her entire body.

She felt that at such a young age, she had already become a resentful woman in her secluded chamber, eagerly awaiting her husband's return home.

This is clearly incorrect.

When Xiao Yao first ran away from home, he hadn't started summer vacation yet. He went to school during the day and had similar feelings when he locked himself in his grandmother's house.

But compared to now, that feeling back then is only a third or a quarter of what it is now.

Shen Jie hugged her knees and curled herself up.

I remember during Chinese New Year this year, a distant cousin of mine, who was around 30 years old, came to visit us.

While playing cards with my extended family, I talked about how terrible marriage is.

"You can see the end from the beginning," my cousin rambled on. "Husband, children, busy with all the household chores, you can see the end from the beginning, until you're seventy or eighty. There will be no more dreams, no more expectations, no more romance, no more miracles of love around the corner... This is how my life will be."

“That’s just how life is,” another female relative chimed in. “Doing a job you don’t like, doing housework you don’t like, marrying a husband you don’t like, watching TV you don’t like… life will pass by in no time.”

At the time, Shen Jie had nothing to say about this; she just thought it was pretentious and the restless antics of a middle-aged woman.

And I... am only 17 years old.

I should have had my own life, the kind of life that a girl of my age should have, the life that belongs to youth.

Maybe, as Yan Xiao said, it's okay to have a casual relationship, but it shouldn't be... it shouldn't be...

But what if I were to empathize with my older cousins ​​right now...?

It's terrifying, absolutely terrifying, a disaster.

For a moment, she didn't know who to blame. Shen Hongsheng, Xiao Yao, or herself? Or perhaps her future self...?

If, on that day, when Xiao Yao comes to the Seventh Girls' High School to find her, she rationally and nonchalantly tells him, "Even if you are my future husband, please follow the arrangements of fate, live your life according to your original path, and wait for the day we first meet..."

So what kind of life should I be living now?

While lost in thought, Shen Jie unconsciously turned the ring on the ring finger of her left hand.

It seems the size is still a little small, and it's making my fingers ache slightly.

I'll take it to the jewelry store sometime and ask the craftsman to make some minor alterations...

Thinking like this, I finally drifted off into a daze and my consciousness became blurred.

She didn't know how long she had slept—it must have been short—when she was woken up by a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Shen Jie asked.

"Little girl, are you asleep?" The landlady's kind voice came from outside the door: "There's a young man who said he's looking for you. He said his surname is Xiao."

Shen Jie jumped off the bed, ran to the door, and pulled open the door latch.

Then she rushed back to bed, lying face down against the wall: "Let him in!"

Shen Jie heard the sound of the door being pushed open and then closed.

Shen Jie heard footsteps, followed by the sound of basketball shoes being taken off and falling to the ground.

Shen Jie felt the blanket covering her being pulled off from behind, and then the person crawled straight in.

Shen Jie was embraced by a warm hug and a pair of strong arms that held her from behind.

She curled up: "Who are you?"

"Hello, classmate, I'm your future husband," the boy's voice said.

"Then who am I?" Shen Jie buried her head deep in the blanket.

"You're my wife, don't doubt it!" the young man said firmly.

"No, I'm Meow Mommy! Who told you to get into bed wearing your outer clothes?" Shen Jie exclaimed. "Why are they still wet?! Are you trying to kill me?!"

The boy let go of himself, threw off the covers, and jumped out of bed.

Shen Jie gripped the corner of the blanket tightly.

This "sleeping place" still has a bit of a "home" feel to it.

It's just a tiny bit!

"Serve me," Shen Jie commanded softly, facing the wall.

"Huh?" the man said.

Chapter 275 Did you eat your fill at their place?

2023-07-24

Xiao Yao enjoyed a sumptuous dinner at Yu Lihua's home.