Jiang Hexi can spend her family's money with a clear conscience, but Yan Jie cannot, at least not for now.
But Yan Jie was concerned that she was taking money from her brother.
This damned competitive spirit between men has cut off her source of income, preventing her from extorting money from her brother anymore.
Jiang Hexi went to the bathroom and took a hot shower, feeling depressed.
Yan Jie glanced at the bottles and jars on the coffee table, swept them all into her handbag, and placed them in front of the dressing mirror in the bedroom.
After taking a shower, Jiang Hexi went out to the living room but didn't see her bottles and jars. She walked all the way to the bedroom and stood dumbfounded in front of the vanity mirror.
All the bottles and jars were arranged in order of color from light to dark, and those of the same color were stacked high in layers according to size. The cosmetics were arranged so meticulously that they resembled a work of art, exuding an awe-inspiring and unapproachable air.
She silently tucked her fingers in and said, "Honey, are these the bottles and jars you arranged?"
Yan Jie was delighted by being called "husband" and said, "My OCD kicked in, so I just arranged everything neatly for you."
"You buried my face mask and night cream at the very bottom."
Jiang Hexi took down the small bottles and jars and rearranged them according to the order in which she applied makeup.
"Honey, this is how you're going to put it from now on. Don't get it wrong."
Yan Jie looked at the piles of cosmetics stacked like small mountains in front of the makeup mirror. They were messy, disorganized, and utterly lacking in aesthetic appeal. He could only look away helplessly.
Jiang Hexi applied a face mask and lay down on the large bed on one side, propped up with pillows.
Seeing that he was unconvinced, she retorted sharply:
"If you insist that you are right, I can only say that we are not suitable for each other."
"Another breakup? We'll have to wait until the show recording the day after tomorrow—"
Yan Jie put down his phone and leaned in to kiss her, but when he met her face, which was completely blurred by a face mask, he simply... didn't know where to begin...
Jiang Hexi laughed so hard that the face mask on her face wrinkled.
"Don't laugh."
Yan Jie flicked her bottom, and seeing her furrow her brows in response, he gently rubbed the spot where she had been hit and said:
"Does it still hurt?"
Jiang Hexi lay on the big bed, too lazy to pay him any attention.
She silently kept track of the time she was supposed to put on the face mask. When the time was up, she sat up in bed, put on her slippers, and went to the bathroom to wash her face.
When she went back into the bedroom and just got onto the bed, he pulled her onto the big bed and pinned her down.
"Can I take the day off tonight, and tomorrow instead?"
Yan Jie unbuttoned her pajamas one button at a time, saying, "You've had a hard time these past two days. You can rest however you like afterward."
Jiang Hexi was still struggling, saying, "I'm so tired today..."
Yan Jie looked at her lying on the gray-colored bedding, her porcelain-white skin gleaming with a delicate luster, and his throat felt dry and hoarse as if it had been scalded by fire.
"Which is more tiring, working in the fields or doing farm work in the village?"
"I'm even more tired now."
He gathered her short hair, pressed his forehead against hers, and chuckled softly:
"Stop pretending. Every time you come back from work, you fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow. How come you still have the energy to do skincare like this?"
Despite Jiang Hexi's meticulous planning, he still managed to exploit a flaw, leaving Jiang with no choice but to let him do as he pleased.
Early the next morning.
After running ten laps downstairs, Yan Jie came back, took a hot shower, and then went back to bed for a nap.
However, Jiang Hexi woke up early this time. She lay on his chest, counting his abs, and the more she counted, the more something seemed off:
"One yuan, two yuan, three yuan... seven yuan, why is one yuan missing?"
Yan Jie looked down at her and said, "What?"
Jiang Hexi: "Honey, you don't even have an eight-pack."
Since it concerned a man's dignity, Yan Jie had to take it seriously. He held her hand and said, "Count again."
Under his patient guidance, Jiang Hexi finally counted all the abdominal muscles on his body:
"One, two, three... eight, it really is an eight-pack."
Yan Jie had worked hard all night and then got up early for a morning run. He was extremely tired and was about to close his eyes and fall asleep when Jiang Hexi spoke up:
"Honey, can you get a nine-pack?"
Yan Jie pulled her tightly into his arms, and she murmured again:
“When I watch the coconut juice commercials on live stream, all the male models are muscular men. Their abs are so defined that you don’t even need to count them; they’re all in one big, solid block. Unlike you, who seems to be trying to cut the last one off as much as possible.”
The last piece needs to be pried off as much as possible—
These words reached Yan Jie's ears, becoming a persistent curse. He woke up with a chill running through him, opened his eyes, and looked at her dangerously:
Say it again.
"Honey, can you get a nine-pack?"
Having successfully taken revenge on him, Jiang Hexi saw that he was no longer sleepy and decided to stop while she was ahead. She looked up at him, trying to save her life through the tunnel.
Yan Jie neither said he would practice nor that he wouldn't. He squinted his eyes, seemingly drowsy, whether from exhaustion or a dangerous warning to her not to say anything out of turn.
Jiang Hexi boldly leaned in and gently kissed his Adam's apple.
Yan Jie pressed her head down and forcefully kissed her.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Jiang Hexi, I can't keep up the act anymore."
"What can't be contained?"
"In farming reality shows, they pretend they have nothing to do with you."
The love in his deep eyes could not be hidden and overflowed towards her.
Jiang Hexi, unaware that she had stirred up a deep sea of emotions, still smiled brightly and said:
"There's no need for you to pretend now."
Her fate was obvious; she was taken advantage of by someone in broad daylight.
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