"Don't touch my things. Can you understand what I wrote? Don't come to my study if you have nothing to do. Don't break my things if you are clumsy." Chen Yide said impatiently with a cold face.
Qiao Jiangxin looked embarrassed. She forced out a smile and put the kettle on the ground. "Okay, here, this hot water is for you."
She put the kettle down and left, and never ventured into his study again after that.
Only when he told her to clean would she carefully open the door and clean, and she never touched his things easily.
Because of Qiao Jiangxin, Chen Yude could finally create with peace of mind, but his manuscripts were rejected again and again.
The strange people in Gaoshi Village laughed at Chen De.
"Great writer, how are you doing? You've been writing for so long, how many books have you published?"
"Hey, if you don't have that kind of luck, don't bother yourself. Come and learn how to farm from us. Do you really think a golden phoenix can fly out of the mountain den?"
When Qiao Jiangxin heard these words, he rushed to the others, blushing and arguing, "You are talking nonsense. You are just jealous of my brother De's talent. His handwriting is very beautiful. Just wait and see. He will definitely be a great writer in the future."
After criticizing others, Qiao Jiangxin picked up the manuscript on the ground, smoothed it carefully and handed it to Chen Yude, "Brother Yude, don't believe their nonsense. You write very well, and your handwriting is beautiful. I believe your chapter can be exchanged for money."
It is said that some people said that Chen Yide was useless, and even Chen's mother remained silent. Only Qiao Jiangxin stood up and firmly believed that Chen Yide would become a great writer in the future.
Chen Yude suddenly felt that such a wife was not bad.
Qiao Jiangxin worked even harder because Chen Yufeng and Chen Yuxiu needed tuition fees, and Chen Youliang was not in good health and needed to eat some nourishing food from time to time.
The rice jar at home is already empty before the rice harvest season.
Except for Qiao Jiangxin who was worried and couldn't sleep, everyone else was living a peaceful life.
Later, she tried to sell vegetables grown in the field. Her vegetables were good and sold surprisingly well.
She became even busier, with dishevelled hair and dirty face, shuttling between the town, home, the fields, and the neighborhood, looking so gloomy that it was hard to remember her.
At the end of the year, she used her torn hands to crochet a gray sweater for Chen Yude.
"Come on, Brother Yide, put it on quickly and see if it fits." Qiao Jiangxin's face was filled with joy.
Chen Yude was pestered and had no choice but to put on Qiao Jiangxin's clothes.
Qiao Jiangxin helped him pull the corner of his clothes, "It looks really good, so energetic."
She doesn't know how to say nice things, she just keeps saying these two things.
Chen Yude touched his clothes and found them quite warm. He was a little happy because he was used to being impatient with his nagging wife.
"Is that all right? I've changed the chapter."
He didn't notice that Qiao Jiangxin's clothes were thin and full of patches.
Although he was dissatisfied with his wife, he never quarreled with Qiao Jiangxin because he believed that quarreling was unmanly.
He was just cold and indifferent to her.
In his dream, he had complicated feelings towards Qiao Jiangxin. He hated Qiao Jiangxin's dominance outside. Her spiritual world was too barren, as if she only made a living by farming. No matter whether he agreed to exchange the hilltop with others or others occupied the Chen family's land, Qiao Jiangxin would rush to other people's houses to quarrel like a madman.
She was like a demon, defending her own interests madly, which made Chen Yude feel extremely embarrassed.
As he enjoyed her care and consideration, he could not leave her.
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