Chapter 6: I Haven’t Done Anything Wrong to You

Ji Yang was actually quite uncomfortable; he hadn’t used the toilet all afternoon because his son wasn’t home. 

His son had finally returned, but he’d forgotten about it. He was waiting for Su Ai to leave so his son could help him use the chamber pot.

Before his son had finished cleaning up, Su Ai came in with the chamber pot, and Ji Yang’s face flushed crimson.

“I figured you haven’t gone all afternoon, so you must be in a hurry.  And I’m going out later, so I was worried you might need to use the toilet and wouldn’t be able to. So, let me help you.”

Su Ai reached out to lift Ji Yang’s blanket, causing him to nearly jump out of bed.

His entire body flushed, from neck to ears. He grabbed Su Ai’s hand, feeling her skin was extremely hot, and noticing her flushed face and rapid heartbeat.

“What are you doing?”

Ji Yang suddenly felt the air in the room heat up.

Besides the time before their marriage when Su Ai had barged into his room and tied him up, they hadn’t been intimate since.

So, even though they’d been married for several years and their child was several years old, they were incredibly innocent.

Of course, only Ji Yang was innocent.  Su Ai…

To be honest, although she had remained chaste in her past life, as a businesswoman, she had been in countless situations, from the lowliest to the most refined; she’d seen it all.

Su Ai was normally calm, but seeing Ji Yang’s blushing face, she suddenly felt a slight tickle in her throat.  Her heart beat a little faster.

Ji Yang was different.

He was the man she had secretly loved her whole life, her first crush.

“Helping you,” Su Ai jiggled the chamber pot, indicating what she was doing.

Ji Yang’s large hand covered Su Ai’s, feeling the heat radiating from her skin.

He avoided her gaze, his mouth dry.

“I can do it myself.”

“Go out first. I’ll call you when I’m done.”

“Are you sure you can manage? Don’t push yourself,” Su Ai was genuinely concerned for Ji Yang.

But Ji Yang was blushing furiously.

“My hands… my hands are fine. I just have a broken leg…”

Su Ai looked at Ji Yang, red as a cooked shrimp, and wanted to laugh, but feared it would anger him.

So she turned and left the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

Soon, Su Ai heard the sound of water from outside the door.

Memories flooded her mind.

Although it had only happened once, and the memory wasn’t particularly pleasant, one thing was certain: Ji Yang was well-endowed.

But now that their relationship was so strained, it was uncertain whether that endowment would be hers in the future.

Su Ai sighed at the door.

“I’m done.”

Su Ai went back in, took the chamber pot out, and placed some warm water on their bedside table.

She brought more warm water and a towel for Ji Yang to wipe himself.

Su Ai helped him with his lower leg and feet, which he couldn’t reach.

This was the first time Su Ai had served him like this; Ji Yang was embarrassed and shy the entire time.

Watching Su Ai busy herself, Ji Yang felt a pang of guilt.

“Actually, you don’t need to do all this.”

“I want to,” she said.  These tasks weren’t hard or tiring.  The real pain was the regret of not having the chance to make amends during the time they were apart.

Ji Yang finally voiced the thoughts he’d been holding back.

“Are you going out with them again tonight?”

Su Ai finally understood the reason for Ji Yang’s sudden change in mood.  She did have something to do that night, and it was unavoidable.  Knowing Ji Yang wouldn’t let her go if he knew, Su Ai vaguely nodded.

“Mm.”

“I have to go out, but it’s not to fool around.”

Ji Yang pursed his lips, his brows furrowed.

“It’s not safe to be out at night. Can you not go?”

Su Ai didn’t directly answer, only saying seriously, “I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

Disappointment clouded Ji Yang’s eyes.

He thought Su Ai had behaved too well today, making him forget the pain of his past wounds.

Going out late at night and not returning until morning wasn’t that fooling around?

Could there be some legitimate reason?

What kind of legitimate reason requires working late at night?

Ji Yang closed his eyes without saying a word, clearly deeply disappointed in Su Ai.

Su Ai gently carried the drowsy Ji Lele to Ji Yang’s side and tucked him into bed, letting them rest.

Before turning off the lights, she left one final sentence:

“I’ve never done anything to betray you.”

In both her past and present lives, whether going out during the day or night, Su Ai had only ever had Ji Yang in her heart.  She had never had any improper relationships with others.

Ji Yang soon heard Su Ai leave and the sound of the door closing.  He opened his eyes in the darkness.

Su Ai’s words made his heart jump.

Su Ai had a wild reputation; countless rumors had reached his ears over the years.

Among them were disgusting rumors. He couldn’t say he hadn’t worried about it, especially since some people had mocked him to his face, saying his “green grass” was taller than any tree.

But no matter how intense the rumors, as long as Su Ai said a word, they became insignificant in his mind, blown away by the wind.

Two voices battled in his mind: one said Su Ai couldn’t change her spots; going out late at night meant she was fooling around.

Another said, considering her behavior today, and the fact that she didn’t ask for money, maybe she really wanted to change?

Maybe he could trust her again.  The internal conflict kept Ji Yang awake.

Su Ai arrived at the pre-arranged meeting place with a thug.

The man had long, messy hair hanging over his forehead the typical thug look.  He wore a tattered leather jacket, shivering in the cold wind, his chest open, believing it made him look more stylish.

A cigarette glowed between his fingers.  Seeing Su Ai, he complained:

“Just a meal, it took you so long. I’ve been waiting ages!”

The man’s name was Li Jianbing, a frequent mahjong partner of Su Ai’s.

Su Ai walked over, familiarly taking a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it with a lighter, and putting it in her mouth.

The taste of the cheap tobacco filled her lungs, burning her throat.

Su Ai took a deep drag, her voice instantly hoarse: “Didn’t I come?”