Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

He called Lao Ye directly.

"Old Ye, where is the young mistress?"

Old Ye quickly replied, "At this time, the young mistress should be in the guest room helping her younger brother with his homework."

He asked again, "Has the young mistress not slept in my room these past few days?"

"No. She said that since you weren't here, she didn't dare touch your things for fear of messing them up, so she's been sleeping in the guest room these past few days. She went in once on the day you left for your business trip and hasn't been back since."

"Okay, it's alright now."

Having learned the whole story, Ying Yuchuan hung up the phone.

His young wife doesn't seem to listen to him much.

He had told her to move in before he boarded the plane. She's already married to him, yet she's still sleeping in the guest room. What kind of behavior is that?

She still hasn't given him a reasonable explanation for what happened at the sausage stand at noon.

Just as I was about to call her, I heard hurried footsteps coming from outside the yard.

In a few seconds, Lu Luozhi had already rushed up to him, panting heavily.

"I'm back."

She ran too fast, and her pretty, fair, round face flushed red, her pink lips slightly parted as she panted heavily.

Lu Luozhi raised her hand and wiped the thin layer of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Did you just get back?"

Thankfully, Old Ye was smart; he called her and said that Ying Yuchuan had returned and was looking for her.

She rushed over here without even hanging up the phone.

"Very well, now you need to give me two explanations."

Standing in front of her, Ying Yuchuan crossed his arms, looked at her seriously, and spoke in a slightly harsh tone.

"First, why did you lie to me about finding a job when you actually went to sell sausages at a street stall? Second, why don't you come back here to sleep? You are my wife, whom I married, not a guest. Why are you sleeping in the guest room?"

This was the first time Lu Luozhi had ever met a man so serious, strong, and imposing.

To be honest, she was genuinely scared.

She used to be unafraid even of the well-known professors in the industry at the school.

Her bright eyes darted around, and Lu Luozhi coughed lightly.

"But you're the one who told me to say it."

Without even blinking, he said, "Speak!"

Lu Luozhi was just thinking about what excuse she should use.

After much thought, she came to the most important conclusion: tell the truth.

There's a saying that goes, "Sincerity is the greatest weapon."

"Actually, I didn't mean to lie to you. It's just that, as you know, it's hard to find a suitable job these days. That day, I suddenly had a bright idea: setting up a stall would be pretty good, and it would make money quickly. I was short of money anyway, so I did it."

She's told the truth, so he can't say she lied to him anymore.

She glanced at his face discreetly.

There was no expression on his face.

Did he accept her explanation?

He coldly reminded her, "The second explanation."

If she doesn't speak up, it seems she can't escape.

She shook her head and sighed.

Why is this man so rigid and boring? She's not even his employee, why is he being so harsh?

"I'm afraid I'll lose something of yours if you're not here. I'm poor, and your things are expensive. I definitely can't afford to pay for anything if I break or damage it."

"Is that the truth?"

"How could I dare to lie to you?"

She yelled, "I still owe you three thousand and eighty-six yuan, and besides, I'm not that kind of liar, I have no reason to lie to you..."

As she was talking, she remembered something important.

I need the book she got wet.

His expression subtly changed.

She blew the book dry, but the paper was wrinkled, and she couldn't flatten it no matter how long she tried.

And this was originally a gift from the girl he liked...

She couldn't help but glance at him guiltily.

He noticed it keenly at that one glance.

When she looked again, she had already looked away.

He spoke calmly, "Bank card number."

The topic was quite a leap, and Lu Luozhi was taken aback.

I didn't understand what he meant at first.

Without explaining anything, he unlocked his phone and transferred 100,000 yuan to her directly on WeChat.

"From now on, I will give you 100,000 yuan every month as pocket money, so you don't need to look for a job anymore."

As if he had completed a business transaction, he ordered her, "Go and get your luggage. You are my wife, Ying Yuchuan's wife. This will be where you live from now on."

After saying that, he went into the bedroom.

He didn't pay any attention to her standing there.

Lu Luozhi took out her phone from the back pocket of her jeans, unlocked it, and saw that he had indeed transferred 100,000 yuan to her on WeChat.

Looking down at the words "Please accept payment" on the screen, she felt a mix of emotions.

She seemed to smile, but then again, she didn't.

In a short while.

She pressed the transfer button.

He gave it to her willingly, she didn't ask him for it. It would be foolish not to take money when it's available.

"Thank you, Boss."

She called out cheerfully into the room.

He only had two words.

"luggage!"

"Okay, I'll go."

She ran outside with a thud.

Ying Yuchuan cleared out a space in the walk-in closet for her to put her clothes.

When she returned, she had only a backpack and a few clothes, taking up only a small corner of the large space he had cleared for her.

Compared to his rows and rows of expensive custom-made suits and shirts, her clothes were pitifully shabby.

She blinked. "I only brought these few clothes with me when I left the village."

"Um."

His words were truly few and concise.

Watching his retreating figure, she silently complained to herself.

When Ying Yuchuan returned to his room, it was obvious that the books on his desk had been moved and were now arranged at a different angle.

He has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder; he places everything in the room in a corner that pleases him.

Even the pens in the pen holder are all facing the same direction.

The angle of that pile of books was off by two millimeters.

The direction of the water cup is also different now.

"Did you touch the books on my desk?"

Can't hide it.

Lu Luozhi had to admire his keen eye.

She took out the book "The Sahara Desert" by Sanmao and handed it to him with both hands, bowing slightly.

"I'm sorry, I opened the window when I came in last time and accidentally knocked over a water glass, wetting this book."

"I really didn't mean it this time, please forgive me."

Her attitude was very sincere.

"I'm sorry, but the paper is a bit wrinkled and I can't straighten it. I've tried my best to find this version of the book on used book websites, but I haven't been able to..."

Ying Yuchuan stared at the book title, a complex emotion surging within his usually emotionless, deep black eyes.

But it only lasted for a second.

He reached out and took it, then casually opened a desk drawer and put the book inside.

"It doesn't matter, this book is unimportant, I've never liked reading it."

what?

Lu Luozhi looked at him in surprise.

The bookmark tucked inside, signed by a girl named Wan...

"This is the only time. Don't touch my things again."

"……oh."

"Let's take a shower."

Lu Luozhi opened her eyes wide in surprise.

She belatedly remembered something important.

They are husband and wife, they have to sleep together, and they have to do this and that...