Even though Xie Yun was wrapped tightly in a bathrobe, she still felt as if she was stripped naked.
He concealed his slight discomfort very well, went to bed as usual, picked up a book and started reading.
An Meng looked at Xie Yun twice again and went into the bathroom reluctantly.
Under the bright light, she stared quietly at the pretty woman in the mirror.
The original owner actually looked 90% like himself, but the difference was that the original owner had a head of colorfully dyed hair.
"..." An Meng was speechless and murmured, "I thought you would give me a stunningly beautiful face that would shock the world and make ghosts weep."
【How boring.】
Shaking her head, she turned around and turned on the shower head.
Warm water poured down from the air, washing away most of the fatigue and confusion.
When she reluctantly came out of the bathroom, the room was already dark.
[Tsk, you went to bed pretty early. Do you know what it means that a night of love is worth a thousand gold? Hehehe.]
[But this is also good. Suddenly having a husband is so scary. I have to get used to it.]
An Meng climbed onto the bed quietly, consciously abiding by the rules and not crossing the line.
The room was dark, save for the distant light filtering through the gaps in the curtains.
In the silence, Xie Yun, who occupied the other half of the bed, breathed steadily and long.
An Meng turned over carefully and stared at the faint light in a daze.
[I was in a car accident and ended up in this strange world. I don't know what happened to my master.]
[Iron Pillar has not been heard from since I sent out the mission. Sigh, I knew it was unreliable.]
Let's take it one step at a time.
As An Meng thought about it, her consciousness gradually became dull and she fell into a deep and sweet dream.
After a while, Xie Yun, who should have been asleep, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were very clear, without a trace of sleepiness.
He tilted his head to look at An Meng in the darkness. After about a few minutes, Xie Yun closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Early the next morning, at the Xie family’s dining table.
Xie Zijie and Xie Sixian ate breakfast in silence. The two of them, with four eyes and four big dark circles under their eyes, looked back and forth at Xie Yun and An Meng's faces.
"Second sister-in-law, try this." Xie Zijie was very attentive and pushed a plate of crystal shrimp dumplings in front of An Meng.
An Meng raised the corner of her lips and picked up a crystal clear shrimp dumpling without hesitation.
She couldn't help but smile.
[Delicious! The food is really good. Suddenly, this mission doesn't seem so bad after all.]
Looking at An Meng's somewhat satisfied face, Xie Zijie suddenly felt a strange pleasure in feeding her.
Ever since she heard An Meng's thoughts last night, she hadn't slept well the whole night.
Xie Zijie kept thinking about every detail of her relationship with He Jiali, and it gave her a headache. She was unwilling to believe that he was the way An Meng said.
But she didn't reply to the message He Jiali sent last night: "Have you eaten? What are you busy with?"
The delicious juice of the shrimp dumplings burst in her mouth, and An Meng picked up another one.
[Alas, poor Xie Zijie, how could she have known that during that long night, when He Jiali was sending her meaningless messages, he was actually with another woman.]
Xie Zijie choked on the soy milk and started coughing violently.
With a soft sigh, Xie Sixian patted Xie Zijie's back to help her calm down.
"Are you okay?" An Meng asked with concern when she saw her coughing violently.
"Cough... cough cough," Xie Zijie barely stopped coughing. Her eyes were a little red, and she waved her hand to indicate that she was fine.
[I'm glad you're okay. Just be careful when eating! I remember a news report about someone who choked on food and died.]
Xie Zijie: “…”
Thank you.
[Well, this He Jiali is really two-faced. He secretly accused Xie Zijie of cheating on him, and he doesn't even feel guilty at all.]
【What a talent, what a talent! 】
Xie Zijie's fingers began to tremble uncontrollably. She frantically took out her cell phone and opened He Jiali's chat box.
The message "Have you eaten? What are you busy with?" still lies in the chat box, showing the peaceful life.
Xie Zijie typed quickly: [I had a headache last night and went to bed early.] [What about you? What were you doing last night?]
Almost the next second, He Jiali's message came: [Honey, check on me. I'm drinking with my colleagues.] [If you don't believe me, you can ask them.]
It didn't seem to be anything wrong, and Xie Zijie almost believed it.
Xie Yun sat aside, took a few bites, and then stopped eating, but did not leave the table.
He lowered his brows and occasionally glanced at An Meng.
An Meng finished the plate of exquisite shrimp dumplings. Seeing that Xie Yun didn't want to eat, she asked, "Can I help you eat?"
Seeing Xie Yun's noncommittal look, An Meng carefully took the custard bun in front of him.
Xie Sixian didn't have much of an appetite either. He was almost amazed at the interaction between An Meng and Xie Yun.
On the one hand, he felt that his sister-in-law might be able to win over Xie Yun, but on the other hand, he was worried about An Meng's thoughts.
The custard buns were very delicately made, small in size, with four on a plate. An Meng devoured them one after another like a whirlwind.
He Jiali will definitely come up with an excuse to put Xie Zijie off, saying he was drinking with colleagues or something like that.
She was right. Xie Zijie tightened her grip on the phone.
He Jiali's colleagues are all in cahoots with him, having colluded long ago. Even if Xie Zijie were to ask, they wouldn't tell the truth.
[Today is the weekend, He Jiali should be shopping with his beloved cousin. This is a routine. Every weekend, after He Jiali separates from Xie Zijie, he will go shopping with his cousin at the Junyue Department Store, and then go to the hotel to hang out.]
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