You're my wife, don't doubt it!

“Yes, I’ll ask around among trusted friends,” Shen Jie nodded. “We can find a place to stay with a flush toilet and a bathroom. But then I won’t be able to be with Shen Tianyun every day…”

"This is a headache," Xiao Yao said.

Both were preoccupied with their own thoughts, and they didn't reach a clear conclusion that night. Shen Jie said she would discuss it with Tianyun when she returned from dancing, while Xiao Yao went to sleep alone, hugging his pillow.

Such a wonderful life can be interrupted and destroyed at any time by a sudden intruder.

Once he realized this, Xiao Yao fell into an uncontrollable state of anxiety.

--split line--

Wednesday.

The girl got up very early today; it was just getting light in the early morning, as July was approaching.

The reason I slept until noon the day before yesterday was because I was too tired and also because of my period.

Now that my period is over and I went to sleep at a normal time yesterday, there's no reason for me to indulge in laziness any longer.

A day full of energy begins with a morning run. After taking care of her skin, the girl put on a mask, grabbed her thermos, and tiptoed out the door to check out the surrounding area.

Out of a desire for novelty, yesterday's morning run route was through narrow streets and alleys, which I felt was not very safe at this time of day when it was still barely light.

After all, those who can swim will drown, those who argue will be beaten to death, and those who chase high prices and don't cut their losses will get trapped.

Today, I'll try walking on the sidewalk next to the main road. There aren't many people around right now, and I shouldn't be recognized if I wear a mask.

The girl glanced down at the time; forty-five minutes of aerobic exercise—the time was just right.

For teenage girls, who are still in their developmental stage, running can help them grow taller.

After all, apart from being dissatisfied with her height, the girl lacked nothing.

By the way, isn't there a park or green space next to Xiao Yao's school?

After exercising, she took off her mask, picked up her thermos, drank some salt and sugar water to replenish her fluids and relieve her fatigue, and then prepared to go home.

Yes, home, her new home.

On her way home, she bought two servings of pan-fried dumplings, a bowl of scallion oil noodles, and a bowl of wontons. She then went back to try and wake the boy who was still fast asleep.

It seems not so easy. He wasn't as well-behaved as yesterday. Before we moved here, how did he manage to go to school by himself every day?

"Get up!" The girl turned back to the kitchen, grabbed a frying pan, and then, with a light but firm touch, smashed it down on the flat head.

Duang!!!

"Murder!" Xiao Yao jumped up. "Is there no one in this country who cares about domestic violence?"

The girl laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

"Brush your teeth carefully, up and down..." In the photos, the girl put one hand on her hip and pointed at the boy with the other.

"You're so annoying," Xiao Yao muttered, his mouth full of foam.

“You need to shave your beard,” the girl said, scrutinizing the face that was neither handsome nor particularly good-looking, but still passable. “Your nose hairs are showing.”

She pressed him down on the sofa, knelt on one knee amidst the clutter, shaved his face with an electric razor, and then used scissors to trim his nose.

Xiao Yao felt itchy and was very uncomfortable: "Don't cut my flesh..."

That makes it much more refreshing.

The girl tilted her head, admiring her work with satisfaction.

What pleased her even more was that the boy was satisfied with her work.

For a young girl, fulfilling the expectations of others is always a joyful thing.

Her status as a "future husband" made her feel obligated to do so.

"Is there something you want to tell me today?" Xiao Yao asked, a hint of wariness finally flashing in his eyes as he ate his pan-fried bun.

"What, you're not happy about me being nice to you?" The girl pouted deliberately.

“Shen Jie…” The boy’s eyes seemed to sparkle.

Judging from the look of it, it seemed like he was about to hug her again any second. The girl quickly grabbed a tissue—which she had bought herself—and gently wiped the corner of the boy's lips: "We should go, or we'll be late."

"What's the rush? This is just a little something—"

"It's time to go," the girl emphasized once more without room for argument.

She chose a comfortable pair of sweatpants for herself, changed into them in her daughter's room, grabbed her karate training gloves, walked to the front door, squatted down, and put her feet into her black sneakers.

The girl noticed that the boy's gaze lingered on her gray cotton socks twice.

She doesn't really like it when her partner has this particular...hobby.

However, it is still within a tolerable range.

The girl tied her shoelaces, stood up, and stomped her foot: "Let's go!"

The weather is nice today.

When you say "the weather is nice" in late July, you're usually referring to a cloudy day.

Just like yesterday, Xiao Yao didn't choose to ride a bicycle. She let the boy hold her hand, and the two walked side by side on the sidewalk.

"Xiao Yao, when are you taking the exam?" the girl asked him.

"Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and Saturday, then it's a holiday," the boy told her.

While waiting at the traffic light, a slightly balding, middle-aged, overweight man stood next to me, his gaze filled with lust.

The girl let go of the boy's hand, grabbed his arm, and hid on the other side.

"What's wrong?" the boy asked, puzzled—he was looking down at his phone sending a text message and was completely unaware of what was happening.

"These middle school students nowadays..." the uncle murmured with a sigh.

The girl buried her face in the boy's arm.

"Alright, alright, let's go." The boy gave her a push.

The girl held the boy's hand and ran across the pedestrian crossing.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? There's still time, don't run," the boy said.

"Are you a pig?" the girl glared at him irritably.

“Yu Luying just replied to my message,” the boy said. “She assured me that we don’t need to worry about her cousin. I’ll also emphasize this to Daiyu and the others when I get to class later.”

"Okay. Wait, do the ribbonfish know it's me?" the girl exclaimed in surprise.

“They’re not stupid—by the way,” Xiao Yao remembered something when he mentioned ribbonfish, “Ribbonfish told me he hopes you can introduce him to a girlfriend from No. 7 Middle School…”

The girl glared at him: "And then you agreed?"

"No, I just promised to ask you for him, that's all."

"So you've finished asking your questions now," the girl said coldly.

The boy stretched out his hand and drew a question mark in the air.

Is this boy... adorably naive, or so greedy as to be brainless?

Having just escaped poverty himself through...supernatural advantages, are you already thinking of helping your cronies rise to power?

"That ribbonfish doesn't look like an honest person," the girl thought.

Besides, Xiao Yao and he hadn't known each other for very long, had they?

After crossing a bridge, you'll see a triangular guard post. Turn left and you'll enter Nanxun Road.

The road was full of students wearing St. Francis Xavier's school uniforms. I was wearing casual clothes and mingling among them, and I was holding hands with the boy, so naturally I attracted some attention.

The girl lowered her head, looking at the toes of her black sneakers.

Perhaps, for safety's sake, I should retreat now.

Whether it was telepathy or not, the boy actually let go of her hand on his own initiative.

The girl herself didn't know what she was thinking, and mischievously tugged at his five fingers.

She even drew a circle in his palm.

"study hard, improve every day."

"Childish or not."

The girl stood outside the gates of St. Francis Secondary School, watching the boy gather in the bustling crowd and walk into the school.

The smile on his face gradually faded.

She found the green space around the school and began her boxing practice for the day.

The girl felt a little lonely; this was the first time she had practiced boxing alone without a sparring partner.

However, she quickly cheered up and put that little bit of emotion behind her.

The music for the eighth set of broadcast gymnastics exercises for secondary school students at St. Francis Secondary School began to play, providing accompaniment for the girls.

Will Xiao Yao do the exercises properly? Judging from his appearance, he obviously doesn't exercise regularly, the girl thought.

Should I invite him to join me for my morning run? But he probably won't be awake by six in the morning!

About 50 minutes later, the sun broke through the clouds and began to shine brightly on the earth.