Chapter Thirty-Seven: Growing Vegetables or Demolishing the House?

In Wen Jing's imagination, this week's life would be like this.

Go for a run early in the morning, then come home and kiss your wife.

I'll have a video conference, then go downstairs and kiss my wife.

I took a nap with my wife in my arms at noon and kissed her.

In the evening, I process company documents, watch TV with my wife, and kiss her.

But that's actually the case.

On my first day of recuperating at home, I started planting vegetables in front of my door.

There are two paths at the entrance, one side is radishes (to replenish qi) and the other side is chives (to replenish kidneys). There are also some sprouted potatoes, onions and sweet potatoes stuffed in the soil. I also made an observation diary myself.

Staring at the fertile soil every day, he muttered to himself:

"Little radish head, when will you grow up?"

Radish: I'm a radish, I don't have magic, you can't pull me out and I'll just appear!

The porch at the entrance was all covered in dirt; when you entered the house, you couldn't tell if it was a villa or a breeding farm.

On the second day of his recovery at home, Song Nian'an also renovated the living room. Whenever he saw a novel design in a book, he wanted to apply it to his home and put it into practice himself.

I bought several pieces of solid wood and made my own Japanese-style wooden bench at home.

Electric saw cutting, grinding, trimming, drilling, screwing, assembling, and piecing together.

Wen Jing went downstairs and saw sawdust all over the floor, suppressing her emotions, but Song Nian'an seemed quite smug.

She leaned in and said sweetly, "Honey, look at my cooking skills! I could support myself from now on!"

Wen Jing asked, "Then what do you need a husband for?"

"I need my husband to clean the house."

Tools and materials were left scattered all over the floor, along with wood chips scattered like stars on the carpet.

Song Nian'an carried his stool to the balcony, poured a glass of water, crossed his legs, and hummed a little tune, feeling quite comfortable.

You thought that was the end of it? No, no, no, this is just a small test.

People who study design, how can their minds never stop thinking?

Day 3 of resting at home

"Honey, look at this video. Doesn't this archway look perfect for our kitchen?"

Wen Jing rolled her eyes, not wanting to answer him.

Song Nian'an turned up the volume on her phone and played the audio from the video: "For less than 200 yuan, you can easily get a high-value archway. Isn't it better to do it yourself?"

“If you smash this wall, you’ll lose 2 million.” Wen Jing’s face clearly showed his refusal, but he couldn’t resist Song Nian’an’s persistent pleading.

From demolishing the wall to fixing the foam and then painting, it was all done in two days.

While marveling at the college students' hands-on skills, Wen Jing opened the window to let in some fresh air.

"If you paint it with too much paint, the formaldehyde levels will be too high and we'll all get sick."

Fortunately, this archway kept Song Nian'an busy for two days and made her calm down a bit, right?

impossible.

Day 5 of resting at home

Wen Jing had just finished a meeting and was organizing materials for tomorrow in his study when Song Nian'an walked in carrying a pile of cards.

Looking at his shifty-eyed appearance, Wen Jing knew that nothing good was coming.

Song Nian'an said with a grin, "Boss Wen, would you like to have your tarot cards read? It's 100 yuan a time, but I'll give you a 50% discount as a special price."

...

Let's send him to school. Staying at home is torturous not for Song Nian'an, but for his parents.

Finally, one day, Cheng Letian asked him, "Final exams are coming soon, how's your review going?"

At this moment, a certain emotion called ambition stimulated Song Nian'an.

He wants to go to school and become a positive and healthy modern college student!

"husband."

"What's wrong?" Wen Jing leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.

"Hmm." Song Nian'an pushed Wen Jing away. "We'll kiss later. I need to discuss something with you first. I'm going back to school next week. If I ask for leave again, I'll fall behind a lot. I'm such a studious person, I definitely can't do that."

Wen Jing nodded, feeling like a father who had finally sent his little fairy to school after the summer vacation was over. He thought that if the fairy had been kept locked up, the floor tiles in the house would probably have been torn up.

The night before they were to return to school, the two were discussing life philosophies in bed when Cheng Letian bombarded them with WeChat messages.

Disturbed, Song Nian'an impatiently turned on the voice message and played it aloud.

"Anzai, you shouldn't come to school tomorrow."

"I thought your incident had become quite a sensation, but I never expected that Shen Zhuangyue's fans would be everywhere now."

"She's no longer the lead actress in that drama, she's been replaced! Now the situation on Weibo is huge, they're practically digging up your ancestral graves!"

...

She thought it was another WeChat message from someone who had been drugged and begged for help, but it turned out to be nothing serious. Song Nian'an locked her phone and put it aside, then hugged Wen Jing's neck and continued to nibble at him.

I'm going to school tomorrow, and when I wake up, my husband won't be able to carry me downstairs, and we won't be able to cuddle up together anymore. I feel a little reluctant to leave.

Hey, why aren't you kissing anymore? Has your husband lost interest?

Song Nian'an was feeling uneasy.

Wen Jing sat up in bed and asked Song Nian'an, "Do you need me to help you with this?"

What is being addressed? Physiological needs?

ha?

Song Nian'an lowered her eyes shyly, pursed her lips, and winked: "You decide for yourself."

Suddenly, he heard Song Nian'an thinking about yellow waste.

Wen Jing thought this brat was utterly hopeless.

He patted Song Nian'an's head and said, "What I meant was, do you need me to help you with school matters and the trending topics on Weibo? Did I make myself clear this time? Don't misunderstand."

"oh."

"unnecessary."

"This is not something you need to handle."

Seeing that Wen Jing didn't speak, Song Nian'an looked up and saw that he looked a little disappointed.

Her face clearly said, "I'm angry, I need to be coaxed."

Song Nian'an sat on Wen Jing's lap, cupped her cheeks, and asked, "Why is my dear husband angry? You're not handsome when you're angry."

"You don't like me anymore just because I'm not handsome?"

"That's not it. Is it because I don't need your help?"

Wen Jing responded with a muffled "Mmm..."

“I didn’t ask you for help because I think I’m an adult and capable of solving problems independently.” Song Nian’an asked Wen Jing, and continued, “Besides, didn’t you already teach Shen Zhuangyue a lesson for me? You even removed him from the female lead role.”

When Song Nian'an heard the reason for the disturbance, she knew that Wen Jing must have replaced Shen Zhuangyue.

Filming will continue as scheduled, and the extras scenes filmed by Song Nian'an will be included as usual, only the female lead will be replaced by a newcomer.

Nothing could make Shen Zhuangyue more furious than the statement, "I'll use new people, not you."

Wen Jing smiled and said, "Okay, let me know if you need any help."

Song Nian'an thought to herself, "I need help right now, right now!"

With a serious expression on his face, he said, "Okay! I'll let you know if I need anything."

Wen Jing's gaze swept over Song Nian'an. The two didn't look at each other for even a second, but Song Nian'an felt that they had already flirted in that short time.

Wen Jing had an "I understand" look on his face; this damn tacit understanding.

This might be the benefit of being able to hear your wife's thoughts and meet her needs at any time.