Chen Heng looked at him speechlessly, apparently he was praising himself.
"When a husband and wife are of one mind, dirt turns to gold. An average man wouldn't allow his wife to be seen in public doing business."
"What do you want to say?" Shen Heng narrowed her eyes.
Xie Jian thought for a while and said: "Next time you go to discuss business, I will go to support you." The words must be beautiful and the actions must follow up.
Chen Heng was stunned for a moment, and her heart warmed slightly. This boy was becoming more and more considerate: "You are so busy, I can handle it myself." After a pause, he said: "If I can't solve it myself, you come to support me."
"good."
That night, Chen Heng suffered from insomnia, a rare occurrence.
Last month, Xie Jian's shameless boasting actually made her think a little bit. Although she did not agree with what Xie Jian said, "You are 20 years old, and those love stories in the storybooks are all about people who are 16 or 17 years old," she believed that it is better to be more practical.
If a person can have someone to support and rely on for the rest of his life, he will live a comfortable life.
If she were to be with Xie Jian, it would definitely be more beneficial to her both in life and business.
And with my sister-in-law and Aunt Feng together, it's so lively.
If they divorced, not only would it be difficult to do business, but he would also not be able to get too close to them, and Xie Jian's future wife would not agree.
"Even if history is no longer history, the major events of the six hundred years of the Great Cong Dynasty are still the same." Chen Heng thought of the history of the Great Cong Dynasty that she had read in the past few days. Besides, didn't the relevant characters appear one by one?
But after so many things happened, Xie Jian shouldn't become a traitor, right?
Even if she really decided to spend her life in seclusion, she would never let him become a traitor.
But what if Xie Jian's true destined person appeared? After all, in history, Xie Jian only had his later wife in his life, and she was passed down as a legend.
Alas, as I get older, all I think about is looking ahead and behind, and calculating the gains and losses. If I were a student, I wouldn't think about so many things. It would be pure love, and I wouldn't think about anything else at all.
So, marriage sometimes requires impulse.
Xie Jian opened his eyes from his peaceful sleep and looked at Ah Heng fiddling with her fingers on the bed frame. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Well, as long as I use my brain, I won't have to think about all the love stories in the book.
The beating of the heart comes in waves, and it cannot be touched or felt. I really don’t understand why so many women like it.
The next day, Chen Heng got up late and everyone in the family had already eaten.
The maid Ah Chan brought out the warm porridge and steamed meat with egg and bowed: "Madam Shen, breakfast is ready."
"Thank you." Chen Heng looked at the 12-year-old girl. Her shoulders were balanced, her waist was straight, her neck was slightly lowered, and her hands were folded and placed lightly at her waist. She looked respectful and ready to receive orders at any time.
I had occasionally been there to serve him before, but this was the first time I had seen him serving me even breakfast.
"Madam Chen, serving you at meals is my duty. As a wife, you should just accept it. If you say thank you, it will lower your status." Madam Feng came in.
Chen Heng smiled and said, "Mammy is right." Habits cannot be changed in a short time, but one must always adapt to local customs.
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