After Mistaking His Arranged Marriage Partner, He's Super Into Her

This is a story of a marriage of convenience between complete strangers, where the powerful party eventually yields and "eats their words" (ends up loving it). It features a gentle beauty a...

Chapter 25 Do you need me to help you apply it?

Chapter 25 Do you need me to help you apply it?

The dinner that was served was a light meal suitable for patients. Adhering to the good habit of not talking while eating, the two of them finished their meal in silence.

Xu Qingwu poured some water and took some cold medicine: "I have to go on a business trip tomorrow and will probably be back on Friday."

Cen Xihuai frowned slightly: "Can't you ask for leave? You are still sick."

"I have two days of annual leave left, which I'll use for taking wedding photos, and my marriage leave will be used for the wedding. I don't have any more leave left." Xu Qingwu smiled nonchalantly, "It's just a minor cold. I didn't even ask for leave before I had a fever of 39 degrees."

Cen Xihuai was silent.

They had already agreed not to interfere with each other's work, so he had no reason to stop her at this time.

Xu Qingwu went upstairs to pack her luggage for the business trip, and Cen Xihuai took a book and read it beside her.

At some point, his gaze unconsciously shifted from the book to her.

Xu Qingwu organized things without any logic. She just took whatever she thought of, sometimes it was a charger, sometimes it was facial cleanser.

Cen Xihuai wanted to say something but stopped himself. Finally, after seeing her casually pick up a few suits and throw them into the suitcase, he couldn't help it.

"I'll help you sort it out."

"No."

Without giving her a chance to refuse, Cen Xihuai took out all the things in the suitcase, arranged them neatly according to categories, and then folded the suitcase and placed it on the other side of the suitcase.

Cen Xihuai reminded: "Remember to bring your ID card."

Xu Qingwu quickly found it in the drawer and put it in the pocket of the suitcase.

Xu Qingwu sighed that once entering Cen Xihuai's house, the suitcase had to become Cen Xihuai's style suitcase, regular and orderly.

After Xu Qingwu packed the underwear in plastic bags, she quietly stuffed them into the corner when Cen Xihuai wasn't paying attention.

Xu Qingwu took a photo and sent it to Cen Yue: "Your uncle's obsessive-compulsive disorder seems to be quite serious."

Cen Yue marked the only messy spot in the suitcase and sent it back: "What's this?"

Xu Qingwu: "My underwear..."

Cen Yue: "Hahaha, quickly close the suitcase. Don't let my uncle see it, or he'll be upset again."

Just as Cen Xihuai turned his gaze from the book, Xu Qingwu quickly closed the suitcase and zipped it up.

"Thank you for helping me pack my luggage."

"You're welcome. It's painful to watch."

"All right…"

A silent atmosphere grew in the air, and Xu Qingwu took the initiative to start a conversation: "I'm going downstairs to watch a movie, do you want to join me?"

Cen Xihuai: “No.”

Xu Qingwu: "Okay."

Xu Qingwu was just being polite to him casually. If he really agreed to watch a movie with her, it would make her uncomfortable.

Xu Qingwu went downstairs. The drama she was following had not been updated yet, so she simply picked an old movie at random to watch.

After looking for a while, she felt like eating something. She had finished all the snacks and had not yet replenished them, so she went to the kitchen to see if there was any fresh fruit.

Orange, honeydew melon, mango...

They were all troublesome fruits. Xu Qingwu picked up a big mango, hesitated for a long time, and then put it down because he was too lazy to peel it. He returned to the sofa and continued watching TV.

Upstairs, Cen Xihuai hadn't turned the page for almost ten minutes, and had been thinking about Xu Qingwu's invitation to him to watch a movie together.

Finally, he closed the book and put it back in its place.

It is the husband's duty to accompany his wife.

Cen Xihuai went to the kitchen to get two glasses of water. He inevitably saw the big mango on the island. He washed it in the sink, peeled it, cut it into small pieces and put it on a plate. He then brought it to the living room together with the water.

The living room was dimly lit and the main light was off. Xu Qingwu looked at him suspiciously: "Is something wrong?"

"Come down and get a glass of water." Cen Xihuai handed her a glass. "You need more water for your cold. I cut up a mango."

Xu Qingwu looked at the mango pieces of similar size, bright yellow, and she could smell the mango fragrance.

Cen Xihuai sat down next to her, took the plate and handed her a fork.

Xu Qingwu took it, picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. It had a soft, sticky and sweet taste.

Cen Xihuai ate very slowly. He would only eat a piece after Xu Qingwu had finished several. The only sounds in the air were the fork colliding with the plate and the sound of chewing. The two of them finished the whole plate of mangoes in silence.

Cen Xihuai wiped his mouth with a tissue and handed another one to her. Xu Qingwu took it and wiped it twice.

"Thanks."

After marriage, it seemed like she was always saying thank you.

Cen Xihuai picked up the glass and drank a sip of warm water: "No need to be so formal with me."

"I'll try my best."

It was still a bland conversation.

Thinking that Cen Xihuai would come upstairs soon, Xu Qingwu focused his attention on the movie again.

Xu Qingwu looked at it and suddenly felt thirsty. She raised her hand to take the cup of water, but Cen Xihuai took it first and placed it in her palm. Xu Qingwu subconsciously wanted to say thank you, but stopped abruptly because of what he had said before.

Cen Xihuai naturally asked, "What is this movie about?"

Xu Qingwu was surprised: "You haven't seen such a classic movie?"

Cen Xihuai was equally puzzled: "Since you've seen it before, why do you want to watch it again?"

Cen Xihuai thinks that spending time doing the same thing is a waste, while Xu Qingwu thinks that revisiting favorite movies is a wonderful thing. However, even though their opinions are completely different, it does not affect them sitting on the sofa together and watching the same movie.

The problem returns to the beginning.

Xu Qingwu introduced it to him: "This is an old movie about first love. The two protagonists are childhood sweethearts."

First love.

Cen Xihuai automatically captured these two keywords and inevitably thought of Z in the book.

So Z is her first love?

She curled up on the sofa, while the man was sitting upright. Even though Xu Qingwu wanted to pretend not to care, it was difficult for her to ignore his presence.

This movie is unbearable to watch.

Xu Qingwu stretched and said, "I'm going to take a shower first. I need to go to bed early today because I have a flight tomorrow morning."

Cen Xihuai: "Okay."

Although their law firm would not book a budget airline, they did book a low-cost flight at a less favorable time in order to save money.

The flight took off at 7:30 in the morning, and her home was an hour's drive from the airport. Add to that the check-in, boarding, security and other procedures, so she had to get up at 5:30 to be on the safe side. Fortunately, she had booked a ride in advance that would pick her up at 5:40.

When Xu Qingwu came out after washing up, Cen Xihuai had already gone upstairs and took his clothes to the bathroom.

Xu Qingwu dried her hair, lay down on the inside, turned off the light on her side, and set the alarm clock to vibrate so as not to disturb Cen Xihuai.

After taking a shower, Cen Xihuai lifted the quilt and lay down.

He glanced at the woman beside him whose eyelashes were trembling, and asked in a low voice: "Are you asleep?"

Xu Qingwu didn't open his eyes: "I'm trying."

Cen Xihuai only left a dimly lit wall lamp to illuminate the atmosphere: "Have you taken the medicine?"

"I'll eat it after dinner."

"I'm not talking about cold medicine."

If it's not cold medicine, then it can only be another kind of medicine.

Xu Qingwu really had forgotten. She climbed out of bed, and the straps of her black suspender skirt slipped off her shoulders, revealing a large area of ​​smooth, white skin.

Cen Xihuai's Adam's apple rolled slightly, he lowered his eyes without leaving a trace, and asked her: "Forgot?"

Xu Qingwu hummed awkwardly: "I'm going to the bathroom..."

"Do you need me to help you apply it?"