Chapter 60: The First Night Sleeping Apart from My Little Wife

Xia Li had indeed just been taking a shower in the house.

She didn’t want to make her room all steamy since he no longer lived here, so she went to the small room in front of the man’s place to wash up.

She remembered that she had locked the door.

“So, what were you looking at?”

Jiang Chenyi came down from the wall, explaining in a deep voice, “I wasn’t looking at anything, really! I just heard the sound of water in the house and knew you were taking a shower! Then I left!”

He really didn’t see anything! He just couldn’t help but listen for a few more minutes at the door…

The sound of water splashing was constant. It made his heart race and was quite embarrassing.

Xia Li: “…Then why is your face red?”

Jiang Chenyi widened his dark eyes: “Huh?”

He pretended to be clueless: “I’m not red; I’m just hungry. Can you make me something to eat?”

Xia Li cast a skeptical glance at him, really wanting to put some broken glass or nails on the wall to stop him from climbing over.

But even if she did that, he would definitely still find a way to climb over.

Wearing thin clothes, her soft hair casually draped over her shoulders, Xia Li shook her head and refused with her tender cheeks: “I’m not making anything. I’m tired.”

After saying this, she looked a bit angry and went back into the house without looking back.

The man let out a disappointed hum, wanting to follow her, but seeing Xia Li’s not-so-good expression, he stood in the yard feeling dejected.

His wife was unhappy.

His wife was really easy to upset.

But this only made him more restless.

The little wife with her pouting pink lips and sulky expression was still so beautiful, her slender waist and delicate figure illuminated by the moonlight. He really wanted to go over, comfort her, and pull her into his arms to cuddle her tightly…

This was only the first day he had slept apart from his little wife.

With such a distance between them, he felt uneasy and restless, always wanting to run back and check on her.

After pondering for a moment, the man suddenly seemed to make up his mind.

With a determined look, he quietly and quickly climbed over the wall.

At this moment, in a backyard not far from the Xia family, a woman dressed in a floral shirt and styled hair quietly adjusted her clothing before slipping through the small door in the back.

From the shadows, she spotted a tall young man climbing over the wall of the Xia family home, raising an eyebrow slightly.

The man’s upright figure was strong and slender, his form blending into the darkness, exuding a sense of broad shoulders and well-defined waist, filled with vigorous strength.

The woman’s tired yet satisfied face squinted slightly as she watched him stride away in the distance, seemingly lost in thought.

In recent days, Xia Li had successfully started selling goji berries and had visited the county hospital every morning.

On the roadside, vendors selling dried goods and soup from clay pots set up their stalls, and Xia Li was there with her bamboo basket, selling goji berries.

Lately, she had made rounds outside the factory dormitories and at markets but found that the best business was in front of the hospital.

Although this area was competitive, with many hawkers occupying the space and the risk of being driven away at any time, staying in front of the hospital for two days allowed her to sell ten to more than a dozen pounds each day, earning her several tens of yuan. She had been sleeping soundly these days.

Noon was the busiest time when both inpatients and visitors came out looking for food.

As people passed by her bright red fresh goji berries, some would stop to ask a question or two. Xia Li would observe whether they were patients or family members and skillfully compliment the berries, managing to sell a few handfuls or even a couple of kilograms.

Of course, there were times things didn’t go as smoothly, but overall, she still managed to earn some money.

At noon, Xia Li didn’t go home but bought a bowl of clay pot soup for fifty cents.

Squatting behind her large bamboo basket with a bowl in her hands, dressed in simple-colored clothing, her long black hair styled in two braids, she sipped the soup with her delicate lashes framing her obedient and charming look.

Coming out of the hospital were a man and woman.

The young man wore a white shirt and gray trousers, exuding a reserved demeanor, his complexion slightly dark as he adjusted his glasses.

The girl said, “Brother, the food outside isn’t very clean, and your stomach has been acting up. Let’s go to the state-run restaurant and order a few dishes.”

The young man, holding a bag of medicine, smiled slightly, “Alright, I still need to hurry back to work. Come find me tomorrow at my office, and you can have whatever you want; I’ll treat you.”

As he spoke, intending to buy a bowl of clay pot soup to make do, he spotted the large bamboo basket next to the soup vendor, filled with plump, vibrant red goji berries that were both large and fresh. He casually thought to buy some.

“Wanran, didn’t Grandma say her qi and blood aren’t good lately? I’ll get some goji berries for you to take back, so Aunt Fang can make tea for her…”