Chapter 20
"I have a furniture factory on the outskirts of the city. It's not that close to here. At your speed, you'd be lucky if you can get there in over an hour."
"Ah? So far?" Zhong Miao felt uncomfortable. She was cold and tired today and didn't want to walk so far.
"How about we stay in a nearby guesthouse for one night?" Pei Ze suggested pretentiously.
"Forget it. I don't want to live outside. The farther away, the better."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
After dinner, the two walked slowly along the road. When they reached an intersection, Pei Ze stopped and said, "Wait here for me. I'm going to buy something."
"Oh, then hurry up, it's getting dark and colder."
"OK."
In less than ten minutes, Pei Ze came to Zhong Miao on a bicycle and said, "Get on." He took the paint bag from Zhong Miao's hand and hung it on the handlebars.
"Where did you get the car?"
Zhong Miao was of course happy that she didn't have to walk. She sat in the back seat, which had a small cushion tied to it with a rope. She was even happier as it didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
"You're asking this question. Of course I bought it. Could I have stolen it?"
"Where did you buy it? How much did it cost?"
"Oh, you haven't even taken charge of the household yet, and you're already controlling my spending?"
"Whatever, spend it however you want."
Zhong Miao thought about it, figured it out, and punched him on the back, "You've already decided to buy a bicycle, right? And you're talking about walking and staying at a guesthouse. You're kidding me."
"I really can't hide it from you. How come you know everything?"
Pei Ze was thinking about buying a bicycle while he was having dinner just now. He even checked the time, worried that the store would be closed. Fortunately, he made it in time.
"My mother-in-law said that I have to be careful when dealing with you. She also said that you are thick-skinned and thick-skinned. If I'm really angry, I won't mind a few hits."
"Hehe, I really don't know whose mother she is." Pei Ze snorted coldly to express his dissatisfaction.
"Who made me so likable?" Zhong Miao said happily.
"Yes, yes, you are the most likable."
The snow on the ground had been compacted a lot, and the bicycle wheels pressed on the original ruts, drawing a long line.
Zhong Miao wore thick gloves, put her arms around Pei Ze's waist and patted him twice. "Well, he's dressed quite warmly."
She was a little disillusioned. The bicycle hugging waist plot in period novels was so romantic. She was a little excited just now. It was a rare opportunity to experience the treatment of the heroine, but why did it become so different when it came to her?
Where's the romance? Frozen to death?
The cold wind was blowing, and the snow melted a little, making it all dirty and muddy. It was inevitable that a few mud spots would fall onto my trouser legs.
And what can you touch with these thick gloves? Zhong Miao felt resistance even when bending her arms under this thick cotton-padded jacket. Pei Ze, too, was so thick in it that he couldn't even tell what was what, let alone what was his muscles.
Zhong Miao rubbed it again with his gloved hand.
"What are you doing? Behave yourself, and don't blame me if you fall."
Pei Ze felt that her little hand in the heavy glove was moving around absentmindedly, and she didn't hold him properly.
"Hmph, boring." Zhong Miao said dissatisfiedly.
"What's boring?"
It was completely dark, with only the surrounding lights illuminating the snow. The bicycle left a trail in the snow, an experience that was rare for Zhong Miao.
"You don't understand."
Zhong Miao answered casually, saying that in the literature of that period, not only was riding a bicycle romantic, but the riders were also handsome, gentle and considerate.
Some male protagonists would deliberately shake the bike a few times to create scenes of intimacy, but the guy in front of me rode very steadily. Alas, I was completely disillusioned.
For Zhong Miao, this experience was like a period movie. She finally had the opportunity to experience the treatment of the heroine, but everything had changed.
Pei Ze rode his bike fast and steadily and arrived at his destination in more than half an hour.
The last section of the road was extremely dark, without even a light, so it was difficult for Pei Ze to ride the bike so steadily.
Zhong Miao jumped out of the car, and before he could get a clear look at the furniture factory, Pei Ze pulled him into a cold room.
After turning on the light, Pei Ze quickly lit the stove, and the room became a little warmer.
There is no kang here, but there is a stove in the house with a long chimney directly connected to the roof for convenient smoke exhaust.
The conditions here are even worse than at home. There is only a small bed that is 1.5 meters wide and a few simple pieces of furniture.
"I usually stay here when I'm not at home. I'll boil some water for you to wash. You can also take out the bed and quilt. They are in the cupboard."
"Oh, okay."
There were bedding on the small bed, but there was only a pillow and a quilt, folded neatly and placed at the head of the bed, a bit like the folded quilts in the dormitory in the previous life.
"How can we sleep in such a small space?" Zhong Miao asked.
"Just squeeze in, there's nothing wrong with sleeping."
"But this is too crowded." Zhong Miao was dissatisfied.
"What are you trying to do? You want me to sleep on the floor? It's freezing cold, what are you thinking?"
"I don't have one." Zhong Miao took out the only remaining quilt, but there was no extra pillow. "Where's the pillow?"
"Just one. Give it to you. I'll roll up the clothes and make do with it for the night."
Zhong Miao made the two quilts, took off her coat and sweater, and tugged at her shirt. She hadn't thought she would be out for so long, and she didn't bring any nightgown or anything, so she could only sleep in her shirt.
This shirt and trousers are ugly. In the past life, they were not called shirts, but autumn clothes and autumn pants. In this era, they are still called shirts and trousers, or sweaters and sweatpants. Alas, just wear them as they are.
Cold and tired, she fell asleep almost the moment she touched the quilt.
In a daze, Zhong Miao felt extremely cold, as if something was squeezing her. She reached out to grab it and just happened to pinch something.
She was still unconscious, and when she squeezed the thing in her hand, it looked like a human face, and she woke up instantly.
The bed in this room was not in front of the window, so there was no moonlight. In front of her was Pei Ze's face, a face she couldn't see clearly.
"Ah, what the hell is this!" She was frightened and pinched Pei Ze's face hard, then immediately let go.
"Zhong Miao, Zhong Miao, don't be afraid, I am Pei Ze." Pei Ze went downstairs and turned on the light.
Zhong Miao looked up and around before she recovered. She sat up and asked, "Why are you squeezing me?"
"You're almost on top of me, and you still have the nerve to say I'm squeezing you?"
Pei Ze was kept awake most of the night because of the noise. Zhong Miao kept rolling up the quilt and kicking it. This room was not as warm as the kang at home, and he had to watch Zhong Miao cover her with the quilt.
After covering herself with the quilt, Zhong Miao had nothing to hold onto, so she huddled against him. Then, she turned over and almost fell onto the ground. He had to get her back, and this whole process lasted most of the night.
He was worried sick and hadn't complained yet. Zhong Miao's scream scared not only herself but also him. How could someone pinch someone's face in the middle of the night and then scream?
What are you doing in such a state of shock?
Zhong Miao calmed down and thought about what had just happened, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Oh, we both got the marriage certificate, so what's wrong with me lying down for a while?"
But she was stubborn and said that she had already told him that she slept like that and that the place was so small that there was no room for her to show off.
"Oh, that's all the courage you have. Just sleep with the light on."
Pei Ze got on the bed. Afraid that Zhong Miao would get cold if she kicked the quilt again, he put his quilt on top of Zhong Miao's, covering them one layer at a time to keep them warm. He stretched out his arms, "Come here, I'll hold you."
Pei Ze hadn't taken off his coat before she went to bed. Only then did she realize that Pei Ze was also wearing a shirt and pants, which were so baggy and uglier than her pink floral dress.
"Pfft, hahahaha." Zhong Miao laughed as she moved closer to him.
"What are you laughing at? Go to sleep." Pei Ze didn't understand her train of thought at all.
Zhong Miao snuggled into Pei Ze's arms and soon felt warm.
"Can't sleep?" Pei Ze gently stroked her slightly curly long hair, which was so soft and smooth that people couldn't let go.
"Yeah, I feel refreshed."
Zhong Miao rubbed it twice. She couldn't sleep or lie down. It felt like there were bugs crawling on her body and she always wanted to move around.
"Then tell me, when did you become capable enough to impress your teachers?"
"I'm awesome."
Seeing that his wife had nothing serious to say, Pei Ze changed his mind, "Look at Teacher Li's eyes, he's like a dog seeing meat. He's already in his thirties, how can he be better than me? He might have been married long ago, and his children are already in their teens."
"Ah? You're a dog, I didn't mean that."
She was just about to say that he was a senior, a big boss, and she was so excited and admired him, but then she thought that wouldn't it be a spoiler? It would be bad if it triggered a butterfly effect and changed the fate of others, so she had to hold it in.
As for the butterfly effect on Pei Ze and Zhang Weilan, Zhong Miao doesn't care. The ending in the original text was already so terrible, how could the revision be worse than the original?
It’s not that Zhong Miao can’t feel Pei Ze’s emotions. She saw all the changes in him, but the changes came too quickly for her to react, and she had no way to respond.
Although she had two ex-boyfriends, they were just like children's pranks, starting hastily and ending strangely.
She really didn't know how to view her marriage with Pei Ze. Right now, she just lived one day at a time. She wanted to live her life over again and just wanted to live a relaxed life. If she couldn't figure something out, she would just let it go for the time being.
Pei Ze felt better after hearing this, and secretly cursed himself for being crazy and jealous for a long time.
His wife is so beautiful. Once her deep brown eyes express positive emotions, they seem to be full of affection. Which man can resist it?
Besides, today Li Sanshan watched her painting without blinking, and the admiration in his eyes was almost overflowing. He noticed all of this, and even Zhou Zhu was envious.
Pei Ze sighed in his heart, it was all retribution. He used to think that Zhong Miao was incompetent and looked down on him. Now she is talented and capable and is appreciated by others, but he can only feel jealous.
Pei Ze was educated by Zhang Weilan since he was a child and went to college. Of course, he knew how to respect his wife. It was impossible for him to stop Zhong Miao and lock her up at home. He was willing to let her shine, but he didn't expect that he could be so jealous.
"Oh, I'm glad you didn't mean that. When you go out, you have to remember that you are a married person. Be wary of men. Don't be silly."
"Something's wrong." Zhong Miao looked up at him, a questioning look on her fair little face.
"What's wrong?"
"So sour, hahahaha."
The doubt on her face instantly turned into a naughty smile, allowing Pei Ze to experience what it means to change one's face faster than turning the pages of a book.
"Do you know what you look like now?" Pei Ze's ears turned red, but he couldn't admit defeat.
"What does it look like?"
"Like a little bad cat who just stole meat, or like a little weasel who stole a chicken." Pei Ze reached out and pinched her chin.
Zhong Miao raised her leg and kicked him. "Other people are like broken bottles with good mouths. You are just the opposite. You are a good bottle but you have a broken mouth."
Pei Ze was actually a little happy after hearing this. Isn't this a disguised way of praising him for being a good bottle?
"Let me give you a taste of this broken mouth." Pei Ze lifted her little face, lowered his head and kissed her gently.
Zhong Miao also raised her hand and stroked his Adam's apple with her scallion-white fingers. It was quite interesting to feel his Adam's apple moving.
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