Chapter 313 Extravagant Wife VS Scrap-Collecting Husband 7

What? Thank you?

Jiang Zhiyi had no idea where his "thank you" came from; the scene was simply too surreal.

"Honey, believe me, I will work hard to make our lives better. Just give me a little more time," Zhou Zechuan solemnly promised her.

Jiang Zhiyi remained silent, pondering whether she should ignore him or continue to berate him, fueled by her earlier emotions.

"Go ahead and yell at me, let it all out. Don't bottle it up, or you'll get wrinkles from being angry." Zhou Zechuan held her hand.

"..." Jiang Zhiyi fell completely silent.

What's there to scold now? Even if he wanted to be scolded, she wasn't in the mood for it anymore.

After returning home, Jiang Zhiyi took a shower and went to bed early.

Zhou Zechuan was washing clothes in the bathroom.

He would hand-wash all her clothes first, scrubbing the hard-to-clean areas, before putting them in the washing machine.

When they first got married, Zhou Zechuan didn't know how to wash clothes, so he would just throw the whole garment into the basin. He didn't know that the beads, bows, ribbons... all the little decorations on the clothes had to be removed and washed separately.

Several times he accidentally ruined Jiang Zhiyi's favorite dresses while washing them, and no matter how he tried to coax her, he couldn't. When she got emotional, she couldn't help but shed tears, looking very pitiful. He was both anxious and heartbroken.

Later, he gradually figured out some experience.

Before he got married, he lived alone and wasn't so particular; he did whatever was convenient for him. He wasn't demanding in terms of lifestyle; you could even say he was quite casual.

He thought that having a house, a means of transportation, and a decent monthly salary would be enough.

But since getting married, he has felt the increasing pressure every day.

If they live in a bigger house, if they have a driver and a nanny, if he doesn't often come home late from work, if he can give her an unlimited credit card so she can buy whatever she wants...

His decision to quit his job and start his own business was not a spur-of-the-moment decision; it was gradually formed by various small things he encountered in his life.

Supporting himself is easy, but supporting his wife is different; he wants to take good care of her.

After finishing the laundry, Zhou Zechuan went back to his bedroom to rest. He turned off the light and climbed into bed in the dark.

This bed is 1.8 meters long, not very big. It's barely enough for two people to sleep in without feeling cramped.

Jiang Zhiyi took up most of the space, leaving Zhou Zechuan to squeeze onto the edge of the bed.

"Wife." He pulled back the covers and hugged her from behind, his desire for intimacy very obvious.

Jiang Zhiyi didn't refuse outright, but she didn't want him to succeed so easily.

She deliberately said, "You need to be moderate in this area; excessive indulgence isn't good for your health. A couple's life is about quality, not quantity... Honey, I didn't mean anything by it, I just meant how about we call it a day? You should take care of yourself for a while, and I'll buy you some supplements to help you recover. Otherwise, it's really not very enjoyable..."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zechuan paused.

What does she mean by that? Is she looking down on herself? Does she think he's not good enough?

Zhou Zechuan was lost in thought.

"Hmm? Husband?" Jiang Zhiyi called out to him again when she saw that he hadn't spoken.

"...Never mind then, you're tired today, so go to sleep." Zhou Zechuan immediately lost interest in the idea and felt extremely frustrated.

He was really hit hard.

"Oh, then I'm going to sleep." Jiang Zhiyi suppressed a mischievous smile and then comforted him as if adding fuel to the fire, "It's okay, honey."

"..." Zhou Zechuan was even more frustrated.

...

The following afternoon.

Jiang Zhiyi ran into one of her college classmates at a shopping mall.

This person's name is Fang Chengwen, and he used to be Jiang Zhiyi's class monitor. Back then, Jiang Zhiyi was the class's Youth League secretary, and the two had a lot of contact and a fairly good relationship.

However, after graduation, Fang Chengwen went abroad, and the two never saw each other again.

Jiang Zhiyi: "I didn't expect to run into you here. Didn't you go abroad? When did you come back?"

Fang Cheng smiled and said, "I just got back not long ago."

"Did you come with your girlfriend?" Jiang Zhiyi asked.

This area in the mall sells cosmetics, so he must not have come alone.

Fang Chengwen shook his head and said, "No... this mall just happens to be under my jurisdiction, I'm here to take a look around."

He then pointed to several people in work clothes not far away.

Jiang Zhiyi didn't ask any more questions. She could tell that those people were probably not his colleagues, but his subordinates.

She had heard people say that his family was well-off, but she didn't expect that they were really rich. The mall was quite large, and it housed many well-known brands.

After chatting for a while, Jiang Zhiyi said she had to go home.

Fang Chengwen noticed that it was raining heavily outside, so he offered to take her home.

Jiang Zhiyi was carrying a lot of things. It was right after get off work, and it wouldn't be convenient to take a taxi, so she didn't refuse.

She gave him the exact address of the residential area.

This cadre residential area is quite old. When it was built, there was no underground parking lot, and vehicles were all parked in the outdoor parking lot.

After parking the car, Fang Chengwen held an umbrella and escorted her to the bottom of her apartment building.

Jiang Zhiyi: "Thank you. Go back now and be careful on the way."

"good."

After seeing Jiang Zhiyi go upstairs, Fang Chengwen looked around.

The neighborhood is in a poor environment and the location is remote. She just mentioned that she has been married for a year, so her husband's financial situation is probably not very good.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the apartment building, Zhou Zechuan had just parked his car in the parking lot.

He held up his umbrella, preparing to go home.

"Excuse me." Fang Chengwen, who was passing by, brushed past him, and their umbrellas bumped together.

"It's nothing." Zhou Zechuan glanced at him.

After exchanging glances, the two looked away, neither of them taking the matter to heart.

Fang Chengwen quickly started the vehicle and drove away.

Zhou Zechuan looked at the Bentley driving in the rain and felt a little strange. He didn't expect that someone in this neighborhood would drive such a luxury car.

What puzzled him even more was that he felt like he had seen this man somewhere before, but he just couldn't remember where.