Chapter 142 Cute Village Girl VS Innocent Educated Youth 28

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed.

Jiang Zhiyi was watering the flowers on the balcony; she had planted many flowers and plants there. On the other side of the balcony, bed sheets and duvet covers were drying, decorated with small floral patterns—all hand-picked by her; she loved them, finding them fresh and cute.

"Cheng Jiahe, what are you doing?" Jiang Zhiyi couldn't help but ask when she didn't hear him.

"I'm doing the accounts," the man in the living room heard her voice.

Settling accounts?

Jiang Zhiyi suddenly felt a little guilty.

She's always been a big spender; she can't resist buying things whenever she goes out because she wants so many things. Whether it's food and drinks or clothes and shoes for herself, she's very generous.

It seems she spent a lot of his money.

"Cheng Jiahe..." she called his name, but then fell silent.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"How much did we spend this month?" Jiang Zhiyi asked. "And how much did you earn?"

"Don't worry about it, it's enough for you anyway, no need to save me money." Cheng Jiahe smiled, not intending to tell her.

Jiang Zhiyi glanced back at him; he seemed perfectly fine.

"Cheng Jiahe, you're so capable!" she praised.

"So, are you going to reward me with something?" He had somehow already walked up to her side.

"What do you want?" she asked.

She's going to the department store to buy things tomorrow, and she'll buy them for him then.

Cheng Jiahe leaned closer and kissed the corner of her mouth with his thin, crimson lips.

What do you think?

...

One day, Jiang Zhiyi remembered that according to their previous agreement, it seemed like it was time for them to get a divorce.

"Divorce," Jiang Zhiyi suddenly said.

"What's wrong now? We were fine this afternoon, weren't we?" Cheng Jiahe didn't dare to speak loudly to her, and could only look at her with pitiful eyes.

He handed her the meat pies he had just bought; she had specifically asked for them, and he had waited in line for over an hour to get them. It was still light when he went out to buy the meat pies, but now it was already dark.

Jiang Zhiyi naturally took the meat pie; it smelled really good and was still warm. After taking a bite, she continued talking about what had just happened.

“We had an agreement before, and now it’s time to get a divorce.”

She felt a sense of déjà vu about the scene, which resembled the time when the two of them argued under the big banyan tree in Xiaoshi Village, except that she was the one who was suggesting breaking up.

Cheng Jiahe looked at the agreement she took out of the box and asked, "Where will you go after the divorce?"

"I...I haven't decided yet. I might stay in the provincial capital." Jiang Zhiyi was speaking from the heart. She really wanted to stay, after all, the living environment here was much better than in Xiaoshi Village.

"Then why do we have to get a divorce? Weren't you happy when you were with me?"

Jiang Zhiyi didn't answer, but she was indeed very happy. Cheng Jiahe was taking good care of her, serving her everything she needed. She was being spoiled by him.

“I…” she stammered.

“I know why you insist on getting a divorce…” Cheng Jiahe sighed, his face full of disappointment. “I already knew the truth a long time ago.”

"Hmm?" Jiang Zhiyi looked at him in confusion.

"You've been keeping a lover behind my back."

Jiang Zhiyi was stunned; the meat pie in her hand almost fell off. He had dumped such a huge pot on her?!

“I didn’t!” she retorted.

“Your monthly expenses are more than twenty of mine combined. You must be keeping someone else on the side. It’s all my fault for being unlucky. My wife is going to run off with someone else. I have no reason to live anymore. I’m going to jump into the river right now…”

"No! Don't be impulsive, I really didn't..." Jiang Zhiyi stopped him.

Cheng Jiahe said in a low voice, "I'm very tired from work every day. I just want to earn more money for you to spend. I don't want you to suffer with me. But if you really... then you should leave."

Cheng Jiahe said these words, but he turned around and hugged her tightly in his arms, so tightly that she couldn't break free.

"I'm not keeping a gigolo. I know you're very good to me," Jiang Zhiyi explained softly.

"Then why get a divorce?" he asked.

"Can we get a divorce later? I'm under a lot of pressure lately, and I can't take this kind of blow. If you don't want me, I really have no choice but to throw myself into the river and feed the fish."

"What's wrong? Why are you under so much pressure?" Jiang Zhiyi coaxed him gently, a rare occurrence for her.

"I'm not going to talk about it anymore, it's all very painful stuff." Cheng Jiahe sighed heavily.

“We’ve been married for so long and have never argued. We’re happy every day. Compared to other couples, we’re already a very happy couple. Even if you don’t have a lover, you definitely wouldn’t be as happy living alone as you are with me. Don’t you think so?”

"And I don't want you to leave. Can you stay for my sake? Let's not get a divorce for now, okay?"

Jiang Zhiyi: "Then... let's talk about this again when you're feeling a bit better."

"Okay." Cheng Jiahe kissed the top of her head. "Eat the meat pie quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold. Doesn't it smell delicious?"

Jiang Zhiyi nodded and said, "But I think your fried meatballs are tastier."

"Then I'll make it for you tomorrow?"

"Okay." She nodded again.