Chapter 51: The Trophy Boy Who’s Achieved Ten Years Less of Struggle

That night.

Qi Yanjing was leaning against the headboard, flipping through a book. The sound of his long fingers turning the pages echoed in the quiet room.

After finishing her skincare routine, Wen Zhixian climbed into bed. Qi Yanjing closed the book and set it on the bedside table, pulling back the blanket for her to lie down. His long arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close.

“Yanjing, do you have tomorrow off?”

The night in Yannan at the end of April was a little cool, and she snuggled closer to him.

“Tomorrow is the weekend, so I’m free,” he said, his lips brushing her earlobe, his voice tinged with a smile. “Do you want to stay up late tonight?”

Wen Zhixian immediately understood what he meant. She pouted, saying, “I don’t understand.”

Qi Yanjing raised an eyebrow, then said seriously, without rushing, “I want to be with you.”

Such direct words made Wen Zhixian hit him lightly on the shoulder. “Why are you like this, always so improper?”

Since the first time she took the initiative, it seemed like something inside Qi Yanjing had been unlocked. During the day, he was the gentleman, but at night, he was completely different, saying whatever he wanted.

No gentleman was involved here.

He chuckled, pressing her hand back into the blanket. “What do you want to do tomorrow?”

Wen Zhixian thought for a moment, then replied, “I just want to pick out a gift for you, but I don’t know what you like.”

She looked up at Qi Yanjing. “How about I get you a new car?”

This was her first time giving her husband a gift, so it had to be something he liked.

She had also given Gu Yuchen gifts before. Though he claimed to like them, she could never tell if he was truly happy.

Later, she realized that it wasn’t the gifts he disliked—it was her.

Qi Yanjing was a bit taken aback. A new car?

Had she really turned into one of those trophy wives who had “ten years less of struggle”?

He couldn’t help but laugh. It was the first time any woman had ever suggested buying him a car. It was… cute.

He gently ruffled Wen Zhixian’s hair. “Zhixian, you don’t have to buy me a car. My car is fine. It suits me.”

That car, a Hongqi worth around five hundred thousand, was understated and low-key, just the way he liked it. His current job didn’t suit anything too flashy.

Wen Zhixian knew the reason behind it, so she continued, “Then, is there any car you like? One you could drive, or just have it to look at?”

Qi Yanjing pretended to think for a moment before replying, “No, not really.”

How could he let Zhixian buy him a car?

“Then let me know when you think of something,” she said.

Qi Yanjing nodded, brushing the topic aside.

When the lights were turned off, he didn’t bring up the subject again.

In the dark, a deep voice whispered softly, “Does it still hurt?”

She hesitated for a few seconds before responding, “No, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Qi Yanjing let out a relieved sigh. “Go to sleep.”

She had thought Qi Yanjing was going to do something else, but instead, he simply held her as they fell asleep.

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A few days ago, Wen Zhixian had posted a job opening, and it wasn’t long before someone came to apply.

Coincidentally, she was in the store when he arrived. He was a young man, quite handsome but still a bit immature. His style was a bit unconventional, wearing baggy pants and black earrings—very trendy.

He was quite the fashion-forward person.

“Hello, my name is Zhou Qishi. I’m 23 years old and just graduated.”

Listening to his brief introduction, Wen Zhixian casually asked, “Are you looking for a full-time or part-time position?”

“Full-time.”

She then asked, “Have you worked with coffee before? Or anything similar?”

Zhou Qishi shook his head. “I haven’t, but I’m willing to learn.”

Wen Zhixian glanced at him and felt like he wasn’t lacking money, but she didn’t bring it up. She simply said, “Well, go outside and give it a try.”

After discussing the salary, Zhou Qishi seemed a bit disappointed, but then he thought to himself, “Well, I’m already in this situation, might as well go for it.”

Wen Zhixian called Yue Qi over to teach Zhou Qishi the ropes.

Once they both left, Wen Zhixian glanced at the time and suddenly noticed the date. When she had gotten her marriage certificate with Qi Yanjing, she had looked at it carefully, noting his birthdate.

It seemed like it was just two days away.

She immediately opened her photo album to find the picture of their marriage certificate, wanting to confirm if she had remembered incorrectly.

She had indeed made a mistake—it’s tomorrow.

She let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, she had been careful. It would have been so embarrassing if she had forgotten her husband’s birthday.

But Qi Yanjing hadn’t mentioned anything about it, and neither had her mother-in-law.

Was this a test for her?

She rested her chin in her hand, thinking about what gift she should give Qi Yanjing.

It wasn’t like she had never given gifts to men before. She had given gifts to Gu Yuchen in the past, and although he always said he liked them, she couldn’t tell if he was truly happy.

Because of this, she wasn’t sure if the gifts she gave were actually liked.

Suddenly, Wen Zhixian sat up straight as if she had just had an idea. She had mentioned a few days ago that she would get him a new car—what if she bought him a car?

She couldn’t make up her mind, so she decided to go shopping and see what caught her eye.

After browsing for a while, she entered a luxury watch store.

The sales associate recommended a few options, but none of them were to her liking. She continued to browse on her own and eventually found a Vacheron Constantin watch, which she decided to buy right then and there.

She felt it really suited Qi Yanjing’s style.

It was a perfect fit for him, so she bought it.

By the time she returned from the mall, it was already 5:30 PM. She carried the watch in its packaging as she opened the door.

The air was filled with a sweet and sour scent. Qi Yanjing was already home.

She was still holding the birthday gift for him. If he saw it, there would be no surprise, so she panicked a little. She quickly hid the gift behind her and rushed into the bedroom without changing her shoes, placing the gift in the closet.

When she came out, her heart gradually calmed.

Qi Yanjing was just closing the door. He turned around and saw her flustered demeanor.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, I was in a hurry to use the bathroom and forgot to close the door,” she said, walking over to Qi Yanjing and quickly changing her shoes.

Qi Yanjing smiled and patted her head. “Did you wash your hands? Have you eaten?”

Wen Zhixian, wearing her slippers, rushed to the sink to wash her hands. Suddenly, she realized something and turned to Qi Yanjing. “I always wash my hands after using the bathroom.”

Qi Yanjing smiled and replied, “I don’t believe you.”

After saying that, he passed by her and went into the kitchen to bring out the dishes.

He was just teasing her.

Wen Zhixian pouted, walking around him while chattering, “You don’t believe me? I really washed my hands! Who doesn’t wash their hands after using the bathroom?”

Qi Yanjing’s smile deepened. He turned slightly and gave her a light peck on the lips. “I know, stop nagging.”

He placed the dishes neatly on the table.

“Really,” Wen Zhixian said again, seriously.

Qi Yanjing nodded. “I’ve seen you wash your hands.”

His wife was so amusing.

He really enjoyed the atmosphere when they were together—calm yet fun, which made him feel at ease.

Wen Zhixian widened her eyes. “You did that on purpose!”

As expected, he wasn’t some upright gentleman—he was devious and had a subtle charm.

Qi Yanjing picked up a piece of small rib and brought it to her lips, prompting, “Open your mouth.” “Ah.”