Chapter 5 Living Together
◎Do I need to ask for leave?◎
Sitting in the car, she noticed that Zhao Yan was wearing a black suit. She guessed that he had important business to attend to at Huada University and might have been interrupted by her. After thinking about it, she expressed her apology, "I'm sorry to trouble you. If you haven't finished your business yet, you can drop me off at the hotel first."
"It's over." Zhao Yan said, frowning slightly, and added: "You are my wife, there is no need to be so polite."
The car drove into the underground parking lot. As soon as the door opened, a cold air hit Jiang Siyue in the face. A sour feeling surged in her nose and she sneezed violently.
Zhao Yan closed the car door and asked her as he walked forward, "Do you have a fever?"
Jiang Siyue sneezed continuously, unable to utter a word, and could only shake her head. She was in good health and usually didn't have a fever. She was probably sneezing because of the temperature difference, and her body didn't react.
In the elevator, Zhao Yan pressed the floor button and turned back to find Jiang Siyue slumped over, grabbing the air with her left hand. Zhao Yan reached out and held her arm.
Jiang Siyue looked up, the surprise in her almond-shaped eyes lasted only a second, and she turned her head away and sneezed. Through the thin fabric of her suit, Jiang Siyue instinctively held him tightly.
The elevator stopped on the 16th floor. Jiang Siyue managed to regain her composure, opened her fingers slightly, and let go of his hand. Zhao Yan's eyes flickered, and he left the elevator with a single stride.
Zhao Yan followed her dizzily. He took out a pair of slippers from the cabinet and placed them at her feet. He then handed her a new bath towel and said, "Go take a shower first."
Jiang Siyue nodded blankly, took it and walked into the bathroom.
After entering the bathroom, Jiang Siyue found that although the condition of her right hand was much better than before, she couldn't exert any strength. She finished the shower with great difficulty, broke out in a hot sweat, and her consciousness became much clearer.
“Knock, knock.”
There was a gentle knock on the door and Jiang Siyue turned off the hair dryer.
"The pajamas are hanging on the door."
"good."
After finishing everything, Jiang Siyue walked towards the living room. There was a takeaway on the coffee table. Judging from the packaging, it looked like medicine. The sound of a handle turning came from the side and behind. Zhao Yan walked out of the room, "Take your temperature first. If you don't have a fever, just take the isatis root."
"good."
"Go to sleep after taking the medicine."
"Okay." Jiang Siyue felt like a ruthless answering machine.
The bathroom door was closed. Jiang Siyue sat on the carpet and opened a few takeout bags. After seeing the trauma spray, she hesitated for a second and her eyes involuntarily glanced towards the bathroom.
After clamping the thermometer, Jiang Siyue began to look around the house. It was a one-bedroom, one-living room structure, but it was very large, and she seriously suspected it was converted from a three-bedroom apartment. The interior decoration was simple, with almost no decorations, and the main thing was books.
Jiang Siyue casually opened the phone on the coffee table, but the screen full of English made her close it immediately and play with her phone.
Meng Zhuqing sent her many messages and called her several times, and Jiang Siyue called back.
Meng Zhuqing's voice was anxious, "My roommate and I went out shopping, so I didn't see you. What happened to you?"
"I wanted to borrow some money from you just now, but it's not necessary now. Have fun, I'm going to bed too." Not wanting to make her worry, Jiang Siyue didn't say anything too specific.
Meng Zhuqing was obviously relieved, "Okay, good night."
"Good night." Jiang Siyue took out a thermometer and after making sure she didn't have a fever, she made herself a cup of Isatis root.
After playing with her phone for a while, Jiang Siyue felt sleepy and couldn't open her eyes. She got up and walked towards the room. The furnishings in the room were consistent with the style outside. Books were the most common items, and the sheets were gray, which was consistent with Zhao Yan's aloof temperament.
After a long yawn, Jiang Siyue lay down on the inside.
After a long period of fear about sleeping in the same bed with someone, Jiang Siyue had no energy to think about anything else in today's situation. Under the influence of the drug, she fell asleep almost as soon as she touched the bed.
When Zhao Yan came out wiping his hair, he saw her peaceful sleeping face. He turned off the lights and closed the door. Zhao Yan returned to the living room, turned on the computer, and received the documents sent by the students.
*
Without the annoying roommate and the uncomfortable bed, she slept exceptionally well. When she opened her eyes, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. Fortunately, today was Sunday and there were no group meetings or classes, otherwise Jiang Siyue would have collapsed again.
There was no one beside me, and the slightly wrinkled bed sheets showed that someone had indeed slept here last night.
Yesterday's rain had stopped, and the sun shone through the clouds. The warm sunlight fell on Jiang Siyue's face, making it slightly warm. Her right hand still hurt a lot. Jiang Siyue carefully propped herself up and checked her phone. After ten o'clock in the morning, Zhao Yan sent a message.
Zhao Yan: Are you up yet? Is your hand feeling better today?
Jiang Siyue, who had slept in, felt a little embarrassed and struggled to type a reply with one hand.
【Jiang Siyue: Just woke up.】
[Jiang Siyue: Don't push too hard. It will probably take some time to fully recover.]
There was no immediate reply from the other end, so Jiang Siyue ordered some takeout for herself and slowly got up to wash up.
*
In the Economics and Management Laboratory at the University of Finance and Economics, Zhao Yan turned off his computer and rubbed his aching brow. His cell phone rang, and he quickly packed up his things and left the lab with his bag.
"Mom, what's going on?"
"Is Siyue at your home now?" Zhang Ying asked directly.
Zhao Yan checked and found two missed calls from Zhou Hong, but he was doing an experiment and didn't hear them. Zhou Hong must have been anxious, so she called Zhang Ying.
"Yes, it's at the University of Finance and Economics."
Zhang Ying's lips curled up when she heard his affirmative answer. She then asked, "What happened yesterday? I heard from her family that she was in a very embarrassing situation."
"I haven't asked yet." Zhao Yan met a few students on the road who greeted him and he nodded in greeting.
"Then go back and ask." Zhang Ying urged, "Since you've chosen to get married, you must shoulder the corresponding responsibilities. No matter what, she is your wife."
Although she did force Zhao Yan to get married, she knew her son well. If he really didn't want to, no amount of forcing would be of any use.
"I know what's going on." Zhao Yan's voice was tired. He stayed up all night to revise his paper yesterday, and got up early today to run data. Waves of fatigue hit him. "You can have someone send some daily necessities over later."
This meant they were going to live together, so Zhang Ying happily agreed: "Okay!"
Zhao Yan hung up the phone and looked at the little red dot next to Jiang Siyue's profile picture. He clicked it and walked into the nearby shopping mall. He picked out some clothes he liked, gave her his address, and went home alone.
*
Jiang Siyue unpacked the takeaway with difficulty, staring at the tightly closed lid, lost in thought. Between eating and not eating, her hungry stomach made the choice for her.
But even Dali couldn't perform a miracle. She broke the lid and couldn't take it off.
When she was at a loss, a pair of bony hands suddenly appeared in her sight, gently opened the lid, and pushed the porridge in front of her.
"You're back." Jiang Siyue was a little slow to react.
"Yeah." Zhao Yan unpacked the takeaway tableware for her, handed her the spoon, and took out his iPad to read his paper.
Jiang Siyue withdrew her gaze and drank the porridge in small sips.
According to the original plan, I will not live on campus this semester and will share a house with two other roommates.
In addition to Li Shasha's princess syndrome, the more important person is Zhang Min'an. Not only does he PUA her academically, but he also treats her like a donkey in life. He is responsible for picking up express deliveries and parking. Even when his child got pneumonia, several students had to take turns to take care of him.
Living like a new-age slave is unbearable.
Because of her marriage, her plan to live away from home was put on hold, and with what happened yesterday and her thesis rejected, she really didn't want to go back.
Unconsciously stirring the porridge in the bowl, Jiang Siyue secretly glanced at Zhao Yan, who was concentrating on his own work.
"Zhao Yan."
Hearing Jiang Siyue's voice, Zhao Yan put down his iPad and tilted his head.
"I don't want to go to school, is that okay?" Jiang Siyue looked at him steadily, feeling a little nervous. She thought about it and decided that asking directly about Shanshuiju's smell wouldn't be a good idea, as if she was after his house.
The matter of child marriage is already sensitive, and asking about the house now would probably make people even more uncomfortable, so it’s better to be tactful.
Zhao Yan lowered his eyes in thought, and Jiang Siyue's heart was also in turmoil. The house here was indeed not big, so it was normal for him to reject her.
Zhao Yan turned off the iPad and asked, "Okay, do you want me to take a leave?"
"Huh?" Jiang Siyue was confused for a moment, then quickly waved her hands after coming to her senses. "It's not that I don't want to go to class, it's that I don't want to go back to school."
This was within Zhao Yan's expectations, so he didn't hesitate. "Of course. We are husband and wife, you don't have to be so cautious."
"Yeah." Jiang Siyue felt a lot more relieved and lowered her head to continue drinking porridge.
"So if you have any grievances, just tell me."
Jiang Siyue paused while scooping the porridge. Zhao Yan looked at her and continued, "I have an obligation to protect you, both legally and morally."
Jiang Siyue stared at the porridge in the bowl and blinked without saying a word.
The doorbell rang, and Jiang Siyue instantly jumped up from the stool, "I'll go open it."
They were people delivering daily necessities. Jiang Siyue turned sideways and watched the workers bringing in large and small bags of things.
The phone in my hand vibrated.
Aunt Zhang: Siyue, Zhao Yan asked me to prepare some things. I bought some according to my own ideas. Please take a look. If there is anything else you need, please tell me!
Everything is available, and an entire box is packed with skin care products alone. A quick glance shows that all the big brands on the market are available.
It turned out that he had already prepared to live here. Jiang Siyue pursed her lips and glanced at Zhao Yan in the room. He was reading a book.
After thanking Zhang Ying, Jiang Siyue lowered her head and stared at the bags in a daze.
"Put it there first, I'll help you." Zhao Yan's voice came from the living room. Jiang Siyue stood up obediently and took only two steps when the doorbell rang again. After a while, she led someone to put a pile of packaging bags on the sofa.
"Change your clothes, I'll take you to the hospital." Zhao Yan threw the book aside and stood up from the sofa. Jiang Siyue couldn't say no, so she grabbed a few packaging bags and walked towards the room.
Each piece of clothing is packaged delicately and meticulously. Some are printed with big brand logos, while others have nothing on them. But you can tell they are expensive just by touching the material.
Jiang Siyue looked at the pile of clothes and felt that what Zhou Hong had said before was indeed correct. She would not suffer any loss if she married him.
*
Zhao Yan stood in the living room, looking at the extra things in the house. Cardboard boxes were piled up in large and small packages. The colorful packaging bags were out of place with the gray sofa, but not glaring.
After a while, Jiang Siyue walked out of the room, stood in front of Zhao Yan, and said softly: "Zhao Yan, help me unzip my pants."
Zhao Yang was nearly 20 centimeters taller than her, and her voice was so soft that he couldn't hear anything clearly. He leaned slightly in front of her and asked, "What?"
Jiang Siyue felt a little embarrassed when she saw this. She tiptoed forward and said, "Help me zip up."
"Okay." Zhao Yan lowered his head, zipped her up, and gently pulled up the zipper. The white fur collar instantly wrapped around her chin, making her skin look as white as snow. With each breath, a few strands of fur floated slowly.
Jiang Siyue hesitated for a moment and reminded: "It's a little prickly."
Zhao Yan pinched the zipper, pulled it down a little, turned around and picked up his coat, "Let's go."
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