The newly married reborn cold-faced boss dotes on his delicate wife

His voice was just a little louder, his expression was a little colder, and his words were a little harsher...

It's quite... upsetting.

The more Li Changpu thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, because his rough hands, which had been soaked in cold water from washing clothes, seemed to be cracked into countless small cuts by the wind. There was no bleeding, but it was painful and itchy.

Zhang Hongxiang saw Li Changpu's distracted look, and then she realized what Li Changpu had just said. She exclaimed, "No, you just said that your sister-in-law didn't make trouble with you."

Li Changpu nodded mechanically, then realized that he was distracted and quickly added, "No."

"They just said a few words at the beginning, and then it was fine. She also said that she was upset and it wasn't directed at me."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Hongxiang suddenly clapped her hands and said nervously, "That's bad."

Li Changpu: Damn it? What’s wrong?

Zhang Hongxiang went on to say, "If a woman is upset, it would be best if she could just curse and cry loudly. It would be even better if she could punch her man twice to let out the upset in her heart. Then everything will be fine. The most frightening thing is the one who keeps silent and acts as if nothing has happened."

Li Changpu's face changed. He lost his mother at a young age, and then left home to join the army. He fought side by side with a bunch of masters on the battlefield, and had little contact with female comrades. When he did, it was all official business. It was the first time for him to understand Jiang Tingxia's thoughts and feelings by living and eating with her. He had no experience. It was only after listening to Zhang Hongxiang that he realized there were so many twists and turns.

Zhang Hongxiang didn't notice Li Changpu's expression, and continued, "If you don't make any noise, don't scold or quarrel, that's still good. But if you cover yourself with the quilt and fall asleep right away, I tell you, that's the end."

Cover yourself with the quilt! Fell asleep immediately! ! It’s over! ! !

Li Changpu's heart was like being in that dark, bottomless place, slowly falling down, and he didn't know when it would end.

Zhao Yong glanced at Li Changpu's expression and pushed Zhang Hongxiang. "What are you talking about? What are you talking about?"

Zhang Hongxiang shook off Zhao Yong's hand, "That's right, you see she's asleep, but think about it, who can fall asleep when they're angry? If you don't comfort her, she'll have to comfort herself. It's such a long night, maybe she can figure something out."

Zhao Yong: How come his wife doesn’t know how to speak according to the situation? She was stunned when she didn’t see Li Changpu.

Zhao Yong quickly scolded Zhang Hongxiang, "What nonsense are you talking about, you bitch? Go back now and stop talking nonsense here."

Zhang Hongxiang was scolded like this, and she thought of herself. She became more and more excited, and said to Zhao Yong aggrievedly, "Old Zhao, really, sometimes you make me so angry that I can't sleep all night. I really regret being with you. I have even thought about who I will marry after you die and bury you. I have even thought about how many babies I will have and what to name them."

Zhao Yongqi's face turned red, and after a long while he managed to utter, "Bullshit."

Zhang Hongxiang: "Don't take it lightly, I'm serious."

"What's true or false?" Zhao Yong was furious and pointed at the shocked Li Changpu. "We are talking about the Li family. Why are you saying this? Aren't you ashamed?"

Zhang Hongxiang was so excited that she forgot that Li Changpu was there too. She realized something was wrong and tried to smooth things over, "Captain Li, I was talking about myself. I wasn't talking about my sister-in-law. It's not that my sister-in-law wants to remarry. It's me, and it's not me... No, I was just thinking about it, and I wasn't thinking about it... Oh, I don't know what to say. Anyway, don't think too much..."

Li Changpu was very confused.

Zhao Yong yelled at Zhang Hongxiang, "You stinky woman, you keep talking nonsense all day long. Get out of here and get into the house."

Zhang Hongxiang glared at Zhao Yong with a look on her face: Okay, Old Zhao, you are so impressive. I'll give you face in front of outsiders. You can wait until we go back. Then she turned and went into the house.

Zhang Hongxiang left, and the two men stood on the left and right of the courtyard wall.

Zhao Yong wanted to pat Li Changpu on the shoulder, but felt it was inappropriate under the circumstances, so he retracted his arm and said, "Lao Li, my wife doesn't think before she speaks. I don't know what crazy things she said. You can't take it seriously."

"It's no big deal for a couple to quarrel. You're still newlyweds, so you don't know. In the future, you'll have a small quarrel every three days and a big quarrel every five days. You'll get used to it."

Li Changpu explained in a muffled voice, "We didn't quarrel."

Zhao Yong obviously didn't believe it, but he was able to read people's expressions. He glanced at Li Changpu's obviously unhappy face and said, "Oh, I see. We didn't quarrel."

……

Jiang Tingxia was not the kind of person who liked to join in the fun, especially in this unfamiliar place. She only heard the noise outside and didn't pay any attention to the outside world. She only thought about her own things.

Li Changpu came into the house after washing clothes, her hands were red from being frozen by the cold water.

Jiang Tingxia didn't move, and no longer showed the concern he had last time.

Li Changpu spoke first, "After dinner, I'll go out and buy you a new set of clothes to compensate you for the one you had."

Jiang Tingxia frowned, "No need."

Li Changpu turned around and opened the drawer. All the money and bills in the family were kept there. There was a small lock on the drawer. After they got married, he gave the key to Jiang Tingxia. After they got married, he told her that she could withdraw money herself if she needed it. However, Jiang Tingxia had never left the house and she had never used the money here once.

Li Changpu took out a small black bag, where all the money was placed. He thought about it and decided to take all the money. "If you don't like the clothes in town, you can go to the city to buy some. You can always..."

When Jiang Tingxia heard this, she thought of what happened yesterday and felt uncomfortable again. She snorted, "Yes, I am a young lady, I am picky, how could I like the things here."

Li Changpu paused, "That's not what I meant..."

Jiang Tingxia didn't want to talk to him anymore and interrupted him, "Stop talking. You said you don't want any new clothes."

"Also," Jiang Tingxia took out the two hundred yuan compensation from Guo Gang's family and put it in the drawer, "It's my food expenses."

Li Changpu looked at the stack of money, then looked at Jiang Tingxia, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Tingxia looked at ease, "I can't eat and drink your food for free."

In fact, I always felt like I owed him something these days, and I didn’t have the confidence to speak. This is much better.

Li Changpu was anxious. He took out the money and wanted to return it as if the papers were hot. "What do you mean by free food and free drinks? What nonsense are you talking about? Take the money back."

Jiang Tingxia refused to accept it. At this moment, Li Changpu was so panicked that he didn't care about the difference between men and women. He grabbed her hand and stuffed the money into her hand. Then he held her hand and asked her to keep the money. "You only eat a few mouthfuls of food every day. Can't I still support you?"

Jiang Tingxia tried desperately to break free from his grip, but he was too strong and she couldn't pull her hand out. She was a little annoyed, "I don't need you to support me."

The two of them were very close, with big hands covering small hands. Li Changpu looked down at her. Compared with his usual unhurried tone, he spoke a little faster, his breath spraying on her fair forehead, "We are married, this is what I should do."

He is a very traditional man. He believes that a man's job is to earn money and support his family.

Jiang Tingxia stopped struggling and raised her head, staring at Li Changpu with a clear gaze. "There's no need for that. I think you forgot that our marriage was fake."

The ambiguous atmosphere of the two hands clasped together was broken in an instant.

The curtain drawn over the kang swayed gently in the wind, reminding the two of their non-de facto marriage.

Li Changpu didn't know why she said those words for the wrong reason. What marriage, what obligations, she completely forgot that she didn't need these at all.

His eyes fell on Jiang Tingxia's wrist. Although it was covered by a watch strap, he could still see a scar if he looked closely. His heart ached. When he met her at the train station that day, her wrist was still smooth and flat, but on the wedding day, a winding scar appeared on her wrist. The wedding scene was bustling with people and all he saw was the bright red color, but he felt a sense of emptiness.

For the first time, he hated himself for being too observant, too redundant. If he had looked at her less when she got off the train and on the way together, and had not gone over her appearance from head to toe inch by inch in his mind a thousand times, he would have deceived himself, thinking that maybe the bright red scar was an old wound she had, and that she had not made such a desperate move because she was so reluctant to marry him.

He remembered it clearly: the girl's skin was as smooth as jade, and there was not a single scratch on it.

He didn't want to look anymore.

He thought, she was walking towards him step by step in a red dress, and they were getting married, and she became his wife.

Also, this was agreed upon a long, long time ago, and no one can change it.

But, but, she didn't want to, he had to give her a way out.

As long as she asked for a divorce, he would agree.

Li Changpu pressed Jiang Tingxia's hands hard with both hands, then withdrew his own hands.

He let out a breath of pent-up air, "I know you have money."

Li Changpu's expression was cold, "But not everything can be solved with money."

A tall man with a body of steel, taller than the door when he stands up, at this moment he actually looks a bit like an abandoned and resentful husband.

Jiang Tingxia: ???

“What did I solve with my money?”

Li Changpu did not answer. He glanced at Jiang Tingxia, and the man left without looking back.

Jiang Tingxia held a wad of money in her hand, facing the door as he left. It took her a long time to come back to her senses, "No, you're still angry!"