quarrel
The third son's wife rolled her eyes and smiled at Song Xiaojuan: "Well! Let these sons take care of it, we..." Before she finished speaking, several customers came into the store. After trying on clothes, they asked Song Xiaojuan if there was any face wipe.
Song Xiaojuan asked Zhao Guomin to make a small cabinet specifically for cosmetics, as the three girls would buy several items in a short time.
This place is still too small. It would be great if the brand could gain a reputation and open a counter in the county town to increase sales.
The third daughter-in-law saw that Song Xiaojuan had collected so much money in a short time. It would be a lie to say that she was not jealous. After the customer left, she moved her mouth and said, "I see you are very busy. Have you ever thought about hiring someone?"
She had said this before the Chinese New Year. Song Xiaojuan lowered her eyelids and said, "Why hire someone? I can handle it myself."
"So who's going to watch the store for you when you go to Guangshi to buy goods this time?"
Song Xiaojuan was a little confused. How did she know that I was going to Guangzhou?
But she smiled and didn't say anything. Seeing Song Xiaojuan like this, the third daughter-in-law curled her lips and didn't say anything more: "How much is this dress? Do you think it suits me?"
"This dress has been reserved by someone else. I have a similar style at home. If you don't mind, I'll take it for you to try on later, sister-in-law." The dress was just sitting there at home anyway, so she wouldn't always be thinking about the clothes in her store. After all, they would have to maintain this relationship in the future, so she still had to do some favors.
The third son's wife stayed until noon and left. Song Xiaojuan didn't care, thinking that they would go home directly after shopping.
As a result, when she returned home at night, she heard a child crying from inside the house as soon as she walked to the door. Song Xiaojuan took a deep breath and opened the door. The living room was full of people, smoky and smelly, and the newly bought carpet was covered with footprints.
Song Xiaojuan's anger suddenly rose to the top of her forehead. She looked around but didn't see Zhao Guomin. Instead, the eldest daughter-in-law saw her first: "Juan'er, you're back. There was no car at night, so we didn't go back. Guomin said he came to your place first. Hey, look at the children who built the house. Don't be angry." The eldest daughter-in-law was very embarrassed.
No matter how angry Song Xiaojuan was, she suppressed it. People had already come and she had lost everything. If she got angry at this time, it would be a thankless task. She would have to settle the score with Zhao Guomin.
She smiled and hung her bag on the clothes hanger. "Zhao Guomin went grocery shopping? Is the old lady okay?"
The eldest son's wife was relieved when she saw that Song Xiaojuan was not angry: "The fourth son said he was going downstairs to do something." As she was speaking, Zhao Guomin opened the door and came in.
Song Xiaojuan glanced at him, curled her lips slightly, and pointed to the kitchen with a half-smile: "Chef Zhao is back? Hurry up, we are all hungry."
The eldest daughter-in-law was nearby. When she heard Song Xiaojuan instructing Zhao Guomin to cook, she was stunned and quickly stopped him: "No, no, I'll do it."
When Zhao Guomin saw Song Xiaojuan's expression, his heart skipped a beat. She was angry.
Normally, when they were at home, whoever got home first would cook, so Zhao Guomin didn't refuse and went to the kitchen after washing his hands. Li Cuifen happened to come out and saw this scene. Her eyes immediately turned strange: "Fourth Brother! What are you doing in the kitchen, a grown man? You work all day and there's no one to cook for you? What's the point of marrying a wife!"
Song Xiaojuan would not have a head-on confrontation with her. There was no benefit in doing so except to argue. So she let her son deal with her: "Husband, I'm asking you a question, why don't you answer?" Song Xiaojuan looked at him with a smile.
Zhao Guomin glanced at Song Xiaojuan helplessly, then said to Li Cuifen calmly, "Who says cooking is a woman's job? I've been busy all day, and Song Xiaojuan hasn't had a break either. She wants a hot meal, too. Who's going to make it for her? Stop saying that in the future."
The eldest and the third brother sat in the living room looking at each other, no one dared to interrupt. Li Cuifen went into the house angrily.
The third daughter-in-law gave Song Xiaojuan a thumbs up.
The next day, after sending everyone away, Song Xiaojuan sat on the sofa with an expressionless face.
Zhao Guomin pursed his lips and wanted to go to the bedroom.
Song Xiaojuan patted the sofa and said, "Come, sit here and let's chat."
Zhao Guomin touched his nose.
"What are you talking about?"
Song Xiaojuan took a deep breath and said, "Let's talk about yesterday."
"I didn't expect them to come. It was too late yesterday and there was no car. I couldn't let them stay outside."
Song Xiaojuan had been suppressing her anger, but she nodded when she heard this, and said calmly, "We're married now, shouldn't you discuss this with me? I came home yesterday and saw the house in a mess. Do you know how I felt?"
"I'll clean up, please stop talking."
Seeing Zhao Guomin's impatient expression, Song Xiaojuan's anger flared up. "Zhao Guomin, who's responsible for this? This is just a small matter, and you didn't even think of discussing it with me. So, are you not going to discuss big issues with me in the future?"
Zhao Guomin was bending over to roll up the carpet. Hearing Song Xiaojuan's words, he felt that she was a bit too serious. "You were not here yesterday, where can I go to discuss this with you?"
"Can't you just call? If that doesn't work, can't you just get them a room at the hotel?"
"Yes, you are right. I will open a hotel for them next time."
Song Xiaojuan was annoyed by Zhao Guomin's perfunctory attitude. She opened her mouth but felt bored. Perhaps in Zhao Guomin's mind, he only regarded her as a partner, and she was too immersed in the role and really regarded herself as a wife.
Song Xiaojuan didn't say anything else, got up and went back to the bedroom.
Zhao Guomin glanced at Song Xiaojuan's back, pulled his hair down in annoyance, and went to the door to smoke. Song Xiaojuan didn't let him smoke in the house.
Since he became an adult, he has been used to making his own decisions about everything. He has changed a lot after getting married, but some ideas still exist subconsciously.
He didn't want to get married before because he didn't want to be bound by all these rules and regulations. So when Song Xiaojuan first said that, he was a little angry. He felt a little confused at a crossroads.
After cooking lunch at noon, Song Xiaojuan didn't call him and left after eating.
Neither of them took the initiative to break the cold war, and it continued until the day they went to Guangzhou.
Zhao Guomin wanted to find a piece of clothing but couldn't find it, so he asked her.
Song Xiaojuan found the clothes and threw them to him. Zhao Guomin looked at her, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
Before the quarrel, the two had agreed to go to Guangzhou together, and Zhao Guomin would then go to Sanya. Now the tickets cannot be changed.
The two of them sat facing each other in the car, ignoring each other. Song Xiaojuan found it interesting. She had quarreled with him before going to Guangzhou last time, and this time it was the same.
But there was a difference. Last time, there was only a hint of ambiguity between them, and Song Xiaojuan didn't take it seriously at all. But now? Now, there was more than ambiguity, and there was a little more inexplicable emotion.
Song Xiaojuan lay on the small table and looked at the scenery outside.
When changing stations halfway, another group of people got on and happened to sit next to Song Xiaojuan.
Song Xiaojuan felt her leg touched. At first she thought it was unintentional and didn't say anything.
Later she was touched again. Song Xiaojuan was very sure that it was a touch. She straightened up without saying anything.
Zhao Guomin, standing opposite him, kicked him directly in the chest, and said fiercely, "Take that claw of yours away from me!"
The man was stunned by the kick, and the passengers sitting next to him were all frightened by this sudden situation.
The wretched man reacted and punched Zhao Guomin: "Fuck! I told you not to meddle in other people's business!" Zhao Guomin dodged to the right and twisted his arm.
The other person cried out in pain: "It hurts!"
Just at this moment, the conductor came over and said, "What are you doing? Let go!"
"This guy is touching lesbians..."
"Bullshit! Stop accusing people."
Song Xiaojuan pinched herself, tears streaming down her cheeks: "I was just sitting inside, and he deliberately touched my thigh twice!"
"Yes, I also saw his sexual harassment. If this person didn't take action, he would have gone even further!" The speaker was a big brother sitting next to Zhao Guomin.
The wretched man was taken away, and Zhao Guomin sat next to Song Xiaojuan: "Thanks, brother."
"Well, why be polite? Anyone who sees this should speak up. Next time you see this kind of scum, stay away from him."
Zhao Guomin chatted with the other party for a few words, then got up and went out. When he came back, he had two more sleeper berth tickets in his hand and picked up their luggage: "Get up, go to the sleeper."
Song Xiaojuan sat down on the berth and stretched her waist slightly.
Zhao Guomin put away his luggage and sat next to her with a sharp and cold look in his eyes. He said in a low voice, "Come here, let me see your legs."
It was the first time Song Xiaojuan saw Zhao Guomin like this, and she subconsciously said, "No need."
Zhao Guomin's gaze on her gradually deepened, and his tone was stern: "Where is your usual shrewdness? You're so stupid, don't you know someone is touching you?"
"Why are you so mean to me? You ignored me in the car and I could only look outside. I don't have three eyes, so how would I know that the person sitting next to me is a pervert?" Song Xiaojuan felt more and more aggrieved as she spoke, and this time her tears really flowed down her face unconsciously.
Now it was Zhao Guomin's turn to panic, and he didn't know what to do with his hands. "Why are you crying? I'm not mean to you. I'm just a little angry. Stop crying."
Song Xiaojuan poured out all the grievances she had felt over the past few days: "I... I'm also a victim. Hiccup~ Instead of trying to comfort me, you even called me stupid."
Zhao Guomin put his arm around her shoulders and said, "I'm the one who's stupid."
"In your heart, I am not even as good as a stranger. Hiccup~ You have never treated me as your wife. Hiccup~"
Zhao Guomin was a bit at a loss at first, but when he heard her hiccup, he felt a little funny but didn't dare to laugh: "Song Xiaojuan, what you said is a bit hurtful. I don't treat you as my wife, how can I be so angry?"
Song Xiaojuan wiped her tears with the back of her hand and hiccuped again: "If you really take me seriously, would you do anything without consulting me? I only mentioned it once last time, and you got impatient~"
Zhao Guomin found some paper to wipe her tears: "I'm not impatient, I just don't know how to deal with it. I'm used to being single, so you have to give me some time to slowly adapt."
Song Xiaojuan knew when to stop and slowly stopped crying.
She had tears in her eyes and looked pitiful.
Zhao Guomin's eyes froze for a moment, and he brought her to his chest. He wiped the corners of her eyes with his thumbs and whispered, "It will be even uglier if you cry."
Song Xiaojuan originally thought that the atmosphere was well created, but his words completely broke her defense.
I pushed him away, stood up and went to the bathroom.
Zhao Guomin looked at her from behind, with an imperceptible curve at the corner of his mouth.
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