Chapter 8: The Wife is a Big Deceiver

The house had two rooms, but the other one was empty, with no bed, just a pile of small miscellaneous items.

After a big bowl of fish soup, the man was full and squinted his eyes in satisfaction, like a well-fed obedient dog.

First, he glanced at Xia Li, then silently picked up a few bowls and went to the sink to wash them.

Xia Li was pleasantly surprised; he was quite self-aware.

Moreover, from what she could see, although this person seemed a bit off in the head, his actions were clear and decisive, even more agile and nimble than an ordinary person.

While he was washing the dishes, she went into the small room to do a rough cleaning.

She laid down two layers of old mattresses on the floor and awkwardly found the last blanket in the house, finally settling everything.

Even though he would only stay for one night, she couldn’t let him make do. His head was already not quite right, and it wouldn’t do for him to catch a cold. What if he really became attached to her?

After Xia Li finished, her gaze swept over to the corner where the man was changing out of his dirty clothes.

She thought for a moment; if she went to the police station to report a case and identify him, even though the old clothes were in tatters, perhaps his family could still recognize him? So she planned to tidy them up and take them with her.

But she accidentally bumped into something hard in the pocket of the clothes.

Turning it over, she found a half-broken metal tag sewn into the pocket.

It was shattered, with black smudges, leaving only a small piece.

Wiping off the dust, it seemed to have some engraved words, but they were incomplete.

Xia Li recognized half of it, just about making out the character “Cheng.”

She put the tag back in its place and asked the man again, “Do you still remember what your name is?”

The man, with his tall frame crouched by the sink in the yard, looked up in surprise at her words.

The old clothes were a bit tight on him, slightly small.

At that moment, as he moved, the fabric tightened across his shoulders, outlining his muscular and strong physique.

His dark eyes stared straight at her, seemingly contemplating her question for two seconds.

His voice was deep and rough as he replied, “Li Zi is my wife. That’s it.”

Xia Li: “…”

Forget it; she knew she wouldn’t get anything out of him.

Perhaps it was finally because he had eaten delicious meat, after coaxing the man to sleep in the small room, Xia Li quickly lay down on her own bed and soon fell into a satisfied sleep.

She yawned, and as she turned over, her gaze swept over a small inconspicuous bowl in front of the cabinet illuminated by the moonlight.

Oh, right, Wei Qihong was still coming over to check the bowl.

He was so eager to see it? Then let him see it as much as he wanted.

Xia Li didn’t pay attention to the man in the other room, knowing he wouldn’t do anything bad to harm her. Besides, she had locked her door, so she fell asleep peacefully, needing to get up early to go to town.

As dawn broke, Xia Li was woken up on time by the crowing of the neighbor’s rooster.

She threw off the blanket and mechanically got out of bed like a zombie, her long, beautiful hair a mess, and her face blank as she opened the door to head out.

“——!”

Standing at the door was a man with dark circles under his eyes!

The man looked haggard, his tall and handsome face showing little recovery after a night’s rest. The stubble he had just shaved was already starting to show a faint bluish tint again as he stood at the door, staring wide-eyed at her.

When he finally saw her, the long, dark eyes filled with a sense of grievance.

He simply pressed his thin lips together and said nothing.

The light in the room was dim, and Xia Li was startled awake by his appearance. Trying to suppress her irritation at having been disturbed, she asked, “…What’s wrong? Are you hungry?”

The man tightened his lips even more, staring at her with a hint of resentment. When he saw her push past him to leave, he grumbled in a low voice:

“My wife is a liar.”

Xia Li turned her head to look at him in confusion.

Suddenly, she remembered how last night she couldn’t bear his constant following and kindly persuaded him to go sleep in the small room, telling him to lie down, close his eyes, and count to a thousand, and she would come back after that.

“You… you really counted to a thousand?”

She had thought that he would fall asleep before reaching a thousand.

The man remained silent, but his nostrils flared as he quickly took a few breaths, his chest rising and falling, clearly upset.

How could he not be angry!

He had indeed counted to a thousand, counted until the stars came out and then went back in, yet his wife not only didn’t come over but had locked him out of the room!!

He had to stand at the door, afraid that his wife might leave him in the middle of the night.

Just thinking that his wife couldn’t sleep with him made the man feel very angry and wronged.

He was also afraid that if he got too worked up, it would make his wife unhappy, so he could only slowly suppress his feelings to try to calm down.

But his eyes were red and teary.

A true tough guy in tears.

Seeing him in this haggard state, his tall figure holding back the rising of his chest, fists clenched tightly on both sides of his pants, and his long, dark brows knitted together, Xia Li couldn’t help but feel a sense of grievance toward him.

She surprisingly felt like she was bullying this tall and muscular man standing in front of her.

And with his eyes already red, it added a touch of weariness to his otherwise stern and imposing face, creating a peculiar beauty from being “messed up.”

Ah, ah, ah, was she a pervert for thinking he looked quite good like this, aligning with her aesthetic!!?

Xia Li couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty.

Thinking about taking him to the police station made her feel even guiltier.

It seemed difficult to be a good person and do good deeds!

However.

From the first moment he woke up and saw her, he had been closely following her, impossible to shake off, even standing guard at the door while she slept…

What was this like?

Would a duckling regard the first person it saw after breaking out of its shell as its most trusted figure?

Little duck…

So now it was the big duck looking for its mother?