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

"Besides, does it matter whether you can win or not?" Shen Jie put her left leg on her right knee, her small feet wrapped in velvet socks bouncing on her pink rabbit plastic slippers. "The most important thing is having the courage to stand up for your friends. That's what I value most."

“Friends? Ha.” Xiao Yao found it somewhat ironic.

“Strangers, even rivals in love,” Shen Jie corrected, “isn’t that even greater? Today, Brother Bo told me that there’s a saying in the Bible: ‘It is rare for a righteous person to die; perhaps some would die for a good person, but Christ…’”

"Ouch, that hurts!"

"Bear with it!" Shen Jie pulled the cotton swab back. "By the way, what were you thinking when you stepped out?"

“I didn’t think much about it,” Xiao Yao said, his eyes darting around. “He once—saying once doesn’t quite fit, but that’s the gist of it—he saved my wife’s life and even died for it, so I should save him once too.”

After spouting this nonsense, Xiao Yao really wanted to create a shadow clone to applaud himself.

However, it's a bit strange. If Shen Jie really only arrived at the scene after she was hit by the steel bar, how did she know so much about these things?

Forget it, I'm too lazy to delve into these things. It's better to just ignore it for now.

The boy's gaze fell on the girl's feet: "By the way, why are you calling me 'Brother Bo' now? And why are you with Father Yu?"

“I went to Brother Bo for marriage counseling,” the girl said matter-of-factly. “I told Brother Bo about our relationship.”

Xiao Yao was reaching out to touch the girl's instep, twisting the sock between his thumb and forefinger. Hearing this, he snapped his hand away, leaving only a hollow bubble: "Tell Brother Bo about us? What is it?"

"The future is about our daughter," Shen Jie said, raising an eyebrow.

"How could you be so casual—" Xiao Yao shouted.

"Ok?"

"Fine, I'll just tell him then," Xiao Yao thought for a moment. "I should have told him a long time ago. It's good that I've told him; it saves me the trouble of figuring out how to tell him. So, what did Brother Bo say? Oh, right, you wore—"

"You're wearing them? Did you just notice?" Shen Jie kicked off her slippers and put one foot on Xiao Yao's lap. "Does it look good?"

Xiao Yao regretted wearing trousers today. He stared blankly at the girl's slender toes, which wiggled inside the thick velvet socks. His heart fluttered along with them: "What's going on? You didn't refuse..."

"This is a reward for you," Shen Jie said with a smile. "I don't want to end up like your teacher Yao's wife, turning you into a pervert."

Xiao Yao was overjoyed that Shen Jie had this awareness: "What do you mean, 'Teacher Yao's wife'? She's my teacher's wife."

"Who would want to wear those socks you sell for ten yuan a bunch at the street stall? I went out to buy them today specifically to match my suit. Do they look good?"

"So...beautiful, so beautiful." Xiao Yao picked up Shen Jie's slightly damp jade feet, bent down to smell them, but the girl pulled her foot away and gently kicked him, laughing and scolding, "Alright, that's enough."

Shen Jie stood up, put her slippers back on, walked to the pile of sofas, picked up a paper bag: "I bought you shoes too, try them on."

Xiao Yao scrutinized Shen Jie's profile. The elastic waistband on both sides of her trousers had a very good waist-cinching effect, shaping the graceful figure of a professional woman. The simple and neat trouser legs elongated her slender legs, and the mid-waist design hugged her waist, adding a sense of fashion to her appearance.

Even if he couldn't read the room, Xiao Yao couldn't bring himself to say, "I still prefer you dressed like a student."

"Thank you," he said sincerely. "Thank you. Thank you, my wife."

"Here, try it on," Shen Jie walked over with a pair of black Air Jordans and athletic socks. She squatted down, half-kneeling, took out the crumpled paper from the Air Jordans, and loosened the shoelaces. "Put on your own socks. Do you really need me to help you?"

Xiao Yao put on a blue athletic sock with a blank expression.

"Oh, by the way, I ran into your teacher Yao at church today," Shen Jie said.

"What—he wasn't arrested?" Xiao Yao put on the other blue athletic sock.

"Mmm." The girl made a denial sound from the tip of her nose: "I was also surprised at first, but thinking about it carefully, it's quite normal. After all, Teacher Yao didn't do anything illegal."

“That makes sense,” Xiao Yao watched as the girl knelt down in front of him and helped him put on his shoes. “Even if he confesses to the police and says he kidnapped Zhou Qi or stole Yu Luying’s underwear, the police can’t convict him based on a confession alone. They can’t find any real evidence, so they’ll just have to let him go in the end, right?”

"That should be right. Why can't you get it on? I bought you a size 43!" Shen Jie switched knees and knelt down: "Put some effort! Come on, push, one, two—hey!"

After Xiao Yao put his feet in, Shen Jie carefully tied his shoelaces. Xiao Yao thought that the way she tied the shoelaces was prettier than the way he tied them.

Then, Shen Jie helped him put on the other one.

"I'll do it myself—what's he doing at church again?"

"I feel like Brother Bo is giving him some kind of psychological treatment, but he didn't tell me much about the specifics. Alright," Shen Jie stood up, clapped her hands with satisfaction, and then bent down to pat her knee: "Stand up and walk a few steps? The new shoes might be a little tight."

Xiao Yao stood up, but instead of taking two steps, he roughly pulled Shen Jie over and pulled her into his arms.

Shen Jie was caught off guard. After all, this was the first time she had been hugged by a man other than her immediate family, but the atmosphere at the moment did not allow her to push him away.

"Okay, okay." The girl patted Xiao Yao's waist, but didn't hug him back. Instead, she turned her face to the side and pressed her left temple against Xiao Yao's chest.

"I will love you forever." Xiao Yao sniffed. Shen Jie's actions today had truly shattered his heart.

"Okay," Shen Jie told him gently.

--split line--

Xiaoling, a clerk at Wenhua Bookstore, was about to close when two students came into the store.

Wenhua Bookstore is a bookstore that specializes in selling educational materials and stationery. It is located at the intersection of four different high schools, junior high schools and primary schools, with obvious locational advantages. Now, with the final exams as a key factor, it has formed a matrix of value transformation. The small shop, which is less than ten square meters, is often packed with people.

Therefore, it is not surprising that customers still come at this time.

The visitors were a man and a woman; the woman possessed a beauty that made Xiaoling jealous.

As a woman, Xiaoling knows that if she had such beauty—no, only seven out of ten—her life would be much easier, and she wouldn't have to work as a clerk in this small bookstore.

However, fate is fair—the girl wasn't tall, she was wearing a white shirt and shorts, and her little feet in pink rabbit plastic slippers were wearing flesh-colored short stockings. Judging from her attire, she must be a girl from the suburbs.

The guy this pretty girl was arm in arm with was even stranger—he was quite tall, but slightly hunchbacked; his looks were average, but he was young; he wore old-fashioned black square-framed glasses, had a stiff buzz cut, and his T-shirt and shorts looked like cheap knock-offs from a street market, but he was wearing a pair of genuine black Air Jordans from the current season.

Xiaoling looked at them again and again, still convinced that she couldn't have made a mistake. These shoes cost nearly a thousand yuan, and Xiaoling herself had been eyeing them for days.

Is he... a wealthy second-generation heir with unique taste and a low profile? Are all kids these days so materialistic? Xiaoling sighed inwardly.

Although I'm almost thirty, I still dream of marrying my Prince Charming and marrying for love.

"I want this." The girl from the suburbs pointed to the Samsonite black backpack hanging on Xiaoling's head. "Do you like it?"

"It's alright, it's just a backpack." The rich second-generation boy had one hand in his pocket, and there were band-aids on his forehead and elbows. Could he be someone who often got into fights?

“You’re so annoying,” the girl from the suburbs lightly patted the rich kid, “I like this, so I’ll take this one.”

"Okay, okay, I'll buy it, I'll buy it," said the rich kid.

"This one?" Xiaoling turned slightly to the side and pointed to the bag on her head: "Samsonite, made of cowhide, priced at 990 yuan."

"It's too expensive, let's get something cheaper," said the stingy rich kid.

"This one, I like it," the girl from the suburbs pouted and shook the rich kid's arm. "Sister, can you help us carry this?"

Xiaoling was delighted that this pretty girl didn't call her "Auntie" like the other students; this girl could be a great asset in the future: "Okay, please wait a moment."

But does this style look good on a girl? However, it's normal that many young girls nowadays like to go for a neutral style, Xiaoling thought to herself as she turned around.

"Hey," came the voice of the girl from the suburbs from behind Xiaoling, "Do you know what I thought when I saw this backpack?"

“I know,” the stingy rich kid replied, “friend, have some pan-fried buns ready.”

Then, the pretty girl unleashed a burst of unrestrained, silvery laughter behind Xiaoling.

When paying the bill, the rich kid pulled out a China Construction Bank Dragon Card Zodiac Card with a little monkey drawn on it: "Speaking of which, the final exams are tomorrow, why bother buying a schoolbag today?"

"Why do you talk so much?" the pretty girl said, displeased.

"Yeah, why do you talk so much?" Xiaoling thought to herself. Having such a pretty girlfriend, it's such a waste that you're so reluctant to buy her a 990 yuan backpack, making all sorts of excuses.

"Hehe," the rich second-generation chuckled, helping his girlfriend carry her schoolbag. "By the way, honey, I wasn't wrong, was I? The pork chop at Zhongyi Fast Food is delicious."

"Hmm..." The pretty girl tilted her head and thought for a moment: "I can only say that it was a very novel experience, with a unique flavor."

The POS machine printed out a receipt, which Xiaoling ripped off and handed to the rich second-generation: "Hello sir, please sign."

The rich second-generation picked up the pen and signed his name in the signature area.

"Xiao... Yao...? I'm Li Xiaoyao." After watching the young couple leave, Xiaoling rolled her eyes behind her back and continued preparing for closing time.

--split line--

"Photo booth pictures? Where are you planning to put them?" Shen Jie said dismissively, "If you really want to take them, I'll go with you to take private photos during summer vacation."

"Private photoshoot?!"

After leaving the Wenhua Store, Xiao Yao and Shen Jie did not go home immediately, but continued to stroll around the surrounding area.

"Yes, private photo shoot."

"You've taken these photos?"

"Yes, I have."

"Let me see?"

"At home."

"It's not something that's too explicit, is it?"

"What are you thinking about?" Shen Jie moved the groping hand off her shoulder. "Hey, stop clinging to me. I'm hot even though you're not."

Sometimes, some things, once accepted as a second chance, can never be undone.

For example, Xiao Yao clung to him like a piece of chewing gum all night, hugging him whenever he had a spare moment, and touching his ears and face every now and then.

It's so annoying.

Shen Jie opened her mouth to bite the groping hand, but the other person nimbly dodged.

“Okay,” Xiao Yao said, “I want to film it. Let’s go film it during the holidays. Can two people film it?”

“All three of us are fine,” Shen Jie said. “If Tianyun could come out of her room, that would be wonderful.”