Chapter 325 Extravagant Wife VS Scrap-Collecting Husband 19

"Are we going to live like this for the rest of our lives? Don't you think that's terrifying?" Her calm voice was full of impatience.

After saying that, Jiang Zhiyi didn't say anything more.

Now that things have come to this point, she has nothing more to say, and he naturally understands what she means.

Zhou Zechuan knew that they had been having a tough time lately, and she had long been very dissatisfied with it, but she had been holding back her anger.

He remained silent for a long time, then turned over and tried to hug her.

"Don't touch me." Jiang Zhiyi curled up into a ball, a defensive posture, not allowing him to get any closer. "Don't touch me."

Zhou Zechuan still forced his way closer, ignoring her struggles and pulling her into his arms.

She hasn't had a good appetite these past few days. Although there's no visible change in her figure, he knows she's definitely lost weight. Now, holding her, he can feel that she has indeed lost a lot of weight.

Zhou Zechuan grabbed her hand again, and they intertwined their fingers, getting very close.

His face was buried in her neck.

The air conditioner was on in the room, and the temperature was set very low. She usually liked to snuggle in the blankets and rest in the cool air on hot days.

Zhou Zechuan's face was chilled by the wind, and now that his hand was pressed against her neck, she couldn't ignore his presence at all.

“Get away from me,” she said.

"I'm sorry," Zhou Zechuan said softly.

Seeing her so wronged, he felt terrible, especially since he was the one who had wronged her.

She had suffered a lot with him these past few days, and it was normal for her to have complaints and grievances; he understood that.

He also hoped things would go smoothly and that their lives would improve soon.

"Honey, give me a little more time, I promise everything will be alright."

“You always say the same thing. How much longer do you want me to wait? First, we moved to this run-down house, then I was mocked and insulted at a party, and now there’s so much trouble. Those people come knocking on our door every day… I see no change at all. Things are getting worse and worse. How can I trust you?”

Jiang Zhiyi changed her previous understanding attitude and became aggressive.

"You're a liar! You're a useless piece of trash! Get out of here!"

She became more and more agitated as she spoke, and all her emotions surged up at once. Her previously calm voice began to become rapid and even had a hint of sobbing.

Unlike last time when she couldn't hold back her tears no matter how hard she tried, this time her tears fell very quickly.

Jiang Zhiyi began to sob softly.

Zhou Zechuan felt as if his heart was being tightly gripped, and a complex mix of emotions—heartache, guilt, unease, sadness—filled his entire body.

In just a short while, Jiang Zhiyi's face was already covered in tears.

"Don't cry...don't cry, it's all my fault...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

He turned his head to kiss her face, but tears slid down his lips and into her mouth, tasting bitter and astringent.

Jiang Zhiyi cried even harder.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but she finally cried herself to sleep on his body.

Zhou Zechuan held her quietly, not sleeping all night.

...

A few days later.

Zhou Zechuan went to work at the store in the morning.

The shop is much quieter today; that group of people haven't come to cause trouble yet.

He sent Jiang Zhiyi several messages, but no one replied. He then made two phone calls, but still no one answered.

Zhou Zechuan was really worried about her being alone, fearing that those people had gone to her home today, so he prepared to go home to check on her.

Both of the shop's vehicles had been driven out, and the electric tricycle was still piled high with goods and hadn't been unloaded yet, so he had to find a pedal tricycle to go home.

It was very hot, and it was exactly 2 pm. The sun was blazing. By the time Zhou Zechuan got downstairs in the apartment complex, he was already covered in sweat.

He parked his tricycle and prepared to go home, but just then he saw a familiar Bentley drive away from him.

Zhou Zechuan stood there for a while, then the Bentley turned a corner and drove out of the residential area, quickly disappearing from sight.

After that, he went into the building without saying a word.

He opened the door, and Jiang Zhiyi had obviously just returned. She was standing by the shoe cabinet, slowly changing her shoes, with a bag in her hand.

"Why are you back?" Jiang Zhiyi asked, somewhat puzzled. She leaned back slightly. "You're all sweaty. Go wash up."

Zhou Zechuan didn't move for the moment. "I'm not washing anymore. I'm going out later."

"Oh, what are you doing back here?" Jiang Zhiyi asked him again.

"You didn't reply to my messages, and you didn't answer my calls..."

"Really? I didn't notice, my phone was on silent." Jiang Zhiyi then checked the messages.

Zhou Zechuan hesitated for a moment before asking, "You went out, and someone brought you back?"

"Yes, how did you know?" Jiang Zhiyi nodded. She had gone out to eat with Fang Chengwen today, and Fang Chengwen had just driven her back.

“I saw his car, your classmate surnamed Fang.” Zhou Zechuan’s voice sounded muffled. “Why did he drive you back?”

"...we just happened to run into each other on the way."

Zhou Zechuan didn't quite believe her explanation.

Last time it was just a coincidence, and this time it's just a coincidence too. Is it really possible for things to happen so coincidentally?

He had a strong intuition that the two of them had met up alone, but he had no proof.

Zhou Zechuan paused for a moment, then said, "I don't like you having contact with him."

Jiang Zhiyi chuckled, her expression suggesting she thought his words were unreasonable. "On such a hot day, am I supposed to reject him just to avoid suspicion, and then walk home by myself?"

"You can take a taxi back."

"I can't afford to take a taxi, I don't have the money." Jiang Zhiyi shifted the blame onto this person.

Zhou Zechuan was silent for a moment, then said, "I've already transferred money to you... If it's not enough, you can tell me."

Jiang Zhiyi: "Is this a matter of whether we have enough money or not? We are so poor right now, living such a miserable life, I don't want to waste this money on taxis, I can't bear to spend it."

“You don’t need to be so frugal,” he said, frowning.

"What else can I do if I don't save money? If you could earn more, would I be like this? Aren't I being considerate enough to you? Why are you criticizing me for some trivial things?"

"I'm not blaming you..."

"Okay, I don't want to argue with you. Don't talk to me anymore! I'm going to take a shower."

Jiang Zhiyi seemed very impatient and ignored him, going straight back to her bedroom.

Zhou Zechuan sat at the table to calm himself down.

He didn't know how they suddenly started arguing, and he didn't want to argue with her.

Zhou Zechuan stared at the floor in front of him without moving. He thought of the expensive black sedan and the old tricycle he had just ridden.

The air conditioner was right above his head, and the cold air was blowing directly on him. His clothes, which were soaked with sweat, were now sticking to his body and felt a bit cold.

His heart suddenly started racing, and a buzzing, chaotic sound filled his ears. His body gradually went limp, and his vision began to blur.

Zhou Zechuan shook his head, but it didn't help.

Soon, everything went black and he fainted, collapsing to the ground.