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

Ever since Li Changpu suddenly proposed divorce that day, Jiang Tingxia had been eating, drinking and sleeping as usual, vowing not to let Li Changpu notice that there was anything wrong with her.

Tsk, isn't it just a divorce? She's had enough of this crappy place. When she walks out the door, there's a bumpy dirt road. All she can see is grass and trees. There's not even a place to spend money. People thought she was staying away. Now that she can finally get a divorce, she doesn't know how happy she is.

He Zhihai asked them to go home for dinner. Li Changpu locked the gate and was about to go to help Jiang Tingxia.

Jiang Tingxia calmly moved her arm to avoid his hand and said, "I can walk by myself."

Jiang Tingxia took two steps, indicating that her legs were healed, and then said calmly, "Besides, we are about to get divorced, so it's better to keep our distance."

After hearing this, Li Changpu's face turned pale for a moment. He then followed Jiang Tingxia who was walking in front of him at a distance.

Nanfang, wearing a red plaid apron, opened the door for them and said enthusiastically, "Come in, come in."

Jiang Tingxia and Li Changpu entered the house one after another. They were both very calm and smiled faintly when they greeted each other, just like a couple who came to visit his home in their spare time.

Nanfang saw that the two of them were not like those couples who were quarreling and couldn't live together, and they were all like black-eyed chickens. She felt that there was still room for improvement in this matter.

So he winked at He Zhihai.

He Zhihai: "Chang Pu, come here and check the radio for me. Why is there no sound?"

Li Changpu then went into the inner room and repaired the radio.

Jiang Tingxia followed Nanfang into the kitchen and helped to arrange the dishes.

He Zhihai's house is in better condition, with a separate kitchen and a variety of dishes on the chopping board.

Nanfang fried two hot dishes. Knowing that Jiang Tingxia couldn't do these, she didn't expect anything from her and just asked her to put the mixed cold dishes on a plate and cut a few salted duck eggs.

There were four or five dishes, both meat and vegetarian, which was not a small number. Nanfang took four more bowls and took out a red thermos.

While busying herself, she said, "This is what the family of Researcher Gu just sent over this morning. I ground it myself. It smells really good."

When Jiang Tingxia saw the familiar thermos, he guessed that it was given by Zhang Xinran.

Nanfang said again, "Xiaoxia, do you drink sweet soy milk? I'll put some sugar in your bowl."

Jiang Tingxia replied, "Okay."

Nan Fang put two spoonfuls of white sugar in each of the two bowls, and a handful of salt and chopped green onions in the other two bowls. She then poured some soy sauce and four bowls of hot soy milk from the thermos.

"We'll drink these two bowls of sweet ones, and give the two bowls of salty ones to Lao He and Chang Pu."

Jiang Tingxia frowned as she watched the soy milk change color and become flocculent after adding soy sauce.

Nanfang saw her like this and said with a smile, "This is salty soy milk."

"Lao He and Chang Pu like to drink this. They can't stand sweet drinks."

Jiang Tingxia's attention was no longer on the bowl of blackened soy sauce and soy milk, and she asked, "You don't eat sweet food."

Nan Fang: "Yes, it's fate. They have similar tastes. You can't put sugar in rice. Even if I want to add some sugar to make it more flavorful, it won't work."

"When eating sweet food, the brows are furrowed."

Jiang Tingxia's eating style is different. He prefers sweet and sour food. He even puts a spoonful of sugar in fried tomatoes and eggs.

These days, whenever she was in front of the stove, sugar had to be added to the dishes according to her instructions.

She suddenly realized that she had taken it for granted. It turned out that what she thought was not what she thought at all. She thought Li Changpu had the same taste as her, eating rice balls, dumplings in brown sugar water, and sweet and sour pork ribs. She thought he liked sweet dishes like her, but he was not like that at all.

Then why not say it.

Must he see her being sentimental and making a fool of herself in front of him?

Nan Fang saw Jiang Tingxia in a daze and called her twice, "Xiao Xia?"

Jiang Tingxia came back to his senses.

"I've fried the shredded pork. Go to the inner room and ask them to start eating."

"it is good."

Jiang Tingxia walked out of the kitchen and went towards the inner room.

At the door, I heard He Zhihai's loud and powerful voice, "You don't want to listen to my good words? You want me to scold you?"

Then came He Zhihai's voice lecturing, "I know Xiao Xia is not your ideal wife."

"But can't you tolerate her?"

"She has some problems. She is willful and spoiled, she throws tantrums and she can't do any housework. You work very hard, so it's inevitable that you have some opinions about her, but you can reform her and slowly change her bad habits. Teach her how to be a good soldier's wife. How can you open your mouth and ask for a divorce?"

When Jiang Tingxia heard this, she felt as if she had been hit hard on the head with a stick. She was a little dizzy. It turned out that she was the one who was hated, a burden, and had to be endured.

Jiang Tingxia pushed open the door with a bang. The two men in the room were startled by the sudden noise. Then they saw Jiang Tingxia was very determined and said to He Zhihai, "I was the one who asked for the divorce."

"Once the divorce report is approved, I will leave here immediately."

She didn't even look at Li Changpu the whole time. After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked out of the room.

The two people in the room looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

Nanfang's anxious voice came from the main room, "Xiaoxia, where are you going? Don't you want to eat?"

No one answered, only the sound of messy footsteps and two doors opening and closing.

Li Changpu quickly chased after him.

Jiang Tingxia had just recovered from her injury and was walking with her head down, taking one deep step and one shallow step. Li Changpu caught up with her from behind and tried to hold her back, but Jiang Tingxia struggled to break free. She looked at Li Changpu warily, her eyes full of anger.

She gritted her teeth and said word by word, "Thank you for taking care of me and accommodating me these days."

Yes, there was a constant stream of gossip in the family compound. They all said that Li Changpu had lost a lot by marrying her, and that she had to give in to him in everything and lived a depressed and miserable life.

She thought outsiders didn't know the situation.

Because she never forced him to do anything, he did it voluntarily.

Who knew that she was the one who didn't understand the situation.

Li Changpu is such a tolerant person. She can eat such disgusting braised pork without blinking an eye, and her eating manner is impressive enough. She doesn't like sweet food, but can put it in her mouth as if nothing happened. Similarly, even if you hate her, you can still take care of her, treat her well, and consider her in everything.

In fact, all the efforts and care were fake. What was all this about? Was it just a show? Or was he born with such a hypocritical face?

Why was he chasing after me now? What was he trying to do by pretending to be worried?

Jiang Tingxia yelled, "Go away, stay away from me."

Li Changpu looked at Jiang Tingxia who suddenly became emotional, and was very confused, "What's wrong with you?"

Even if she heard what He Zhihai said, with Jiang Tingxia's personality, would she be like this? A bunch of gossipers in the compound had already spread these words, and she didn't care much after hearing them, or if they were unpleasant, she couldn't help it, whoever scolded her, she would scold him, I have never seen her so angry, her eyes were red.

Jiang Tingxia: "Actually, you don't like scallion pork ribs or sweet and sour pork ribs at all, right?"

Li Changpu was confused, "What are you talking about?"

Jiang Tingxia tried her best to hold back her tears. She didn't want to cry in front of him. She raised her voice and asked him again, "Is that so?"

Seeing Li Changpu nodded, Jiang Tingxia scolded, "You don't even say you don't like it, and you pretend to like it."

"You are so hypocritical."

Li Changpu: "It's just two dishes. What's the big deal about it?"

Jiang Tingxia took a step back and distanced herself from him, "Of course it's important."

Li Changpu looked at Jiang Tingxia like this, and a strange thought flashed through his mind. She wouldn't do this for a few bites of food, but she looked so aggrieved, could it be because of the divorce?

"River……"

Jiang Tingxia didn't want him to say anything embarrassing, so she interrupted him and said, "We are not suitable for each other. We shouldn't have gotten married in the first place. Look, we can't even eat together."

Her emotions gradually calmed down, and she said, "The divorce can't be delayed any longer."

"I'm going to buy the nearest bus and get out of here right now."