After My Flash Marriage with the Sick Beauty, I Reached the Pinnacle of My Life - Chapter 23

When doing things, one must emphasize gradual progress.

Although his wife currently won’t let him hold her hand or touch her, this might also be because his wife is a germaphobe (has mysophobia).

Spending more time together might lead her to accept him.

Xia Shishi’s brows stretched open in triumph, and the corners of her mouth curled into a lovely arc. Under the clear, lustrous texture of her skin, she exuded an indescribable charm that made people want to poke her cheek.

Wen Jiao watched for a while, then looked away, continuing to read the document in her hand.

The new product was indeed a problem: how to launch a new product that users would find more worthwhile to buy without sacrificing quality.

Wen Jiao was working very seriously, but the successive sounds echoing in the room were disturbing her.

Uncle Zhang had people move the bed in. Seeing Wen Jiao look up, he smiled and said, “It’ll be done soon, Miss.”

“…” Wen Jiao never expected that after Xia Shishi arrived, her status would worsen day by day.

Even Uncle Zhang was disobeying her and favoring Xia Shishi.

Last night, she had told Uncle Zhang to prepare a new room, but today, he still had the bed moved into her room.

Wen Jiao looked at the new bed, then at Xia Shishi next to her. The distance was practically the same as sharing a quilt with her.

Xia Shishi had tied up her hair, presumably to make things easier.

She was racking her brain, trying to get the bed as close to Wen Jiao’s bed as possible, yet struggling to maintain a distance that wouldn’t make Wen Jiao uncomfortable—it nearly drove her crazy.

When she noticed Wen Jiao looking at her, Xia Shishi raised her head, exposing her slender neck and delicate collarbone.

Xia Shishi beamed at Wen Jiao: “I know my wife likes quiet. After they set the bed down, I’ll handle the rest myself and won’t let unnecessary people disturb you.”

That wasn’t what Wen Jiao meant.

She just wanted Xia Shishi to move next door, but the words wouldn’t come out, probably because a hidden joy was lurking in her heart. Wen Jiao paused for a moment, then gave a soft “Mm.”

Xia Shishi lightly hmphed, finding the response perfunctory.

She definitely had to jot down this reluctant attitude in her little notebook and take revenge when the time came to settle scores!

“Yes, just put it here.”

When Uncle Zhang and his team brought in Xia Shishi’s custom-made furniture, the room instantly became crowded.

Two double beds in one room certainly took up space.

Xia Shishi liked to toss and turn in her sleep, so she wouldn’t compromise by sleeping in a single bed; she never even considered buying one. Even though it was tight, Xia Shishi looked at the layout she had planned with great satisfaction.

“Oh dear,” Xia Shishi suddenly exclaimed.

Wen Jiao looked up at her almost immediately.

“I took the spot by the window. Doesn’t that mean my wife won’t get any sun? Otherwise—”

“I am not switching beds.”

“…”

Xia Shishi wanted Wen Jiao to switch to her bed, as it was a new one, thinking that way Wen Jiao’s mysophobia wouldn’t act up.

It turned out to be harder than she imagined; the idea of sleeping in her wife’s bed had to fall through. Xia Shishi grumbled, “What’s the big deal, you stingy person.”

After a while, Xia Shishi couldn’t sit still and edged closer to Wen Jiao.

She deliberately lowered her voice, her tone gentle: “Wife, are you working? Can I take a look? I’m worried I won’t do well enough when I start my internship, so let me study a bit.”

Wen Jiao clenched her left hand.

Even though there was still some distance, she felt as if Xia Shishi’s breath was fanning her, creating a strange tingling sensation that made her whole body uneasy.

It was the kind of feeling where her breathing rate would quicken, and she would want the other person to move closer—a greedy impulse.

Wen Jiao took a deep breath, her voice slightly hoarse: “Get out.”

Uncle Zhang looked at Xia Shishi with a hearty smile, his face full of kindness: “Miss is very focused when she works. Sometimes, even when it’s time for a medical check-up, she’ll ask the doctor to wait.”

That’s why later the doctor was replaced by that unfortunate Zheng He; only he wouldn’t be so anxious yet afraid to scold her.

Xia Shishi had her legs tucked in, curled up entirely in the soft sofa, throwing a tantrum.

She hadn’t expected to be kicked out.

That woman! She was merciless! She was cold-hearted! He loved it!

Xia Shishi knew Wen Jiao kept herself pure and distant; otherwise, how could she have loved a person as terrible as her for so long and so deeply in her previous life? But she hadn’t expected this self-restraint to also be her downfall.

“Ah—” Xia Shishi, hugging a soft throw pillow, wailed loudly towards the ceiling.

After two wails, she asked Uncle Zhang pitifully, “I lost my composure. My wife won’t have heard that, will she?”

Uncle Zhang shook his head: “Maybe not.”

Xia Shishi began to panic: “Didn’t you say the room has excellent soundproofing?”

“The room’s soundproofing is good, but any sound the Miss wants to hear, she will hear.” Uncle Zhang glanced at the quartz clock on the wall; it was almost time.

“Miss Xia, please wait in the living room for a moment. Perhaps Miss will ask you to come up later.”

With that, Uncle Zhang went off to attend to his own business.

He didn’t stay with Xia Shishi.

It was quiet for only two minutes before Xia Shishi began to fidget, constantly wanting to do something.

Her eyes drifted upstairs.

Wen Jiao rarely came out of her room; when she did, it was usually for a medical check-up or when she absolutely had to go to the company. This was information Xia Shishi had gleaned from Uncle Zhang.

But even so, Wen Jiao must have left other traces in this house, right?

Like childhood photo albums, or diaries…

Xia Shishi hadn’t seen them when she was setting up the room, which meant they were tucked away in other corners.

Since she couldn’t sit still, why not look around?

Xia Shishi propped herself up on the sofa and felt for her shoes with her feet. Just as she put them on, her phone rang. Xia Shishi’s first thought was that her wife was calling her up!

Her second thought was, how could that be?

She sighed as she picked up the phone. Taking a closer look, ah, it was Zhou Xiaojiang.

Zhou Xiaojiang was probably calling to probe.

It was very likely she would also ask her out.

Xia Shishi initially didn’t want to answer. She stroked her chin, thinking carefully: if she didn’t agree this time, the calls would just keep coming later.

Might as well go. She could see how she and Fu Yunhan reacted.

Since she was going out, she needed to change her clothes, right?

Her current clothes were all in Jiao Jiao’s room, right?

Xia Shishi chuckled to herself, stood up, and dashed upstairs. She put her hand on the door, really wanting to push it open with a flourish, but her action was honest, pushing it open slowly, truly worried about disturbing Wen Jiao’s work.

After pushing the door open, Xia Shishi saw Wen Jiao already rubbing the bridge of her nose, waiting for her to enter.

Just as Uncle Zhang had said, no matter how good the soundproofing was, any sound Wen Jiao wanted to hear, she would hear.

Xia Shishi’s footsteps were very clear; they only slowed down when she reached the room door, but the problem was Wen Jiao had already heard them, and even after slowing down, she could still hear them.

Wen Jiao chose to temporarily put down her work, thinking she should perhaps take some time off to spend more time with Xia Shishi.

Since she had kept Xia Shishi by her side, she had to take responsibility.

Knowing that Xia Shishi had a boisterous personality, how could Wen Jiao bear to force her to quiet down?

“Wife.”

There it was again.

Wen Jiao was almost used to Xia Shishi calling her ‘wife.’ Each time she called, her voice was so clear and crisp, it almost called its way into her heart.

From the whole heart trembling violently at first, to the settled comfort of getting used to it now.

Xia Shishi blinked: “I’m going out later, okay?”

Wen Jiao’s gaze instantly deepened. The decision she was about to make plunged back into her heart because of this sentence.

A flurry of panicked thoughts arose within her.

“Where are you going?” Wen Jiao’s voice was even drier than before.

“Zhou Xiaojiang asked me out,” Xia Shishi drawled in a sweet, soft tone, reporting her itinerary to her wife.

An excellent partner should proactively reassure the other half.

Wen Jiao’s eyes darkened further.

She didn’t care who Zhou Xiaojiang was; she only thought about Xia Shishi going out.

Wen Jiao’s fingers moved, her fingertip tracing across her palm. She wanted to go with her, but her gaze stopped at the wheelchair beside her.

It seemed that a normal person was destined not to walk side-by-side with a person with a disability.

They had different paces of life. What method could Wen Jiao use to force Xia Shishi to stop and wait for her?

Xia Shishi had already picked out the clothes she wanted to change into. She happened to have her back to Wen Jiao, secretly thinking: If I change clothes in front of my wife later, will I be kicked out?

Never mind, I have to test it out. If I don’t jump on the boundaries a bit more, how can I make Wen Jiao’s bottom line keep lowering for me?

Come on, Xia Shishi, you’re the woman who is going to sleep in the same bed as your wife!