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

He walked back to the sofa, sat down, and picked up the latest issue of "Science Fiction Emperor" to read.

“The magazine is mine too,” Shen Jie said.

Xiao Yao was taken aback, then realized that it was true; Shen Jie had bought this issue for him from the newsstand.

He then placed the magazine in the girl's hands.

“The glasses are mine too,” Shen Jie said.

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, Shen Jie took him to get a new pair of fashionable glasses, replacing his old-fashioned black-rimmed square glasses.

Xiao Yao took off his glasses and handed them to Shen Jie, and everything in front of him became a little blurry.

I'd like to see what else you're up to.

"The clothes, pants, socks, and slippers are all mine!"

“Okay.” Xiao Yao started taking off his clothes, neatly arranging them on the bed, and covering Shen Jie with them: “Luckily, I bought my own underwear.”

"That was using my money too!" Shen Jie retorted, trying to justify herself.

"Okay, are you sure?" Xiao Yao grabbed the sides of the boxer shorts with both hands, making a move to take them off.

"Okay, the underwear is yours." Shen Jie quickly reached out to stop his lewd behavior.

"The house is mine!" Xiao Yao finally thought of a way to fight back—did you really want me, the "fault party," to leave with nothing?

wrong.

The moment the words left his mouth, Xiao Yao regretted them. If Shen Jie jumped up and ran outside after he said that, wasn't he just asking for trouble?

As Xiao Yao was pondering how to get back to her, Shen Jie didn't move an inch and confidently replied, "But you're mine too!"

"Huh?" Xiao Yao was slightly taken aback, then quickly realized what was happening.

He jumped onto the bed and reached out to hug Shen Jie: "Yes, I'm yours too."

The tense atmosphere instantly vanished without a trace.

This time, the girl didn't push him away. Instead, she buried her head in his shoulder and gently bit him.

"Don't bite," Xiao Yao shrank back. "I already told you, someone called me asking for help with an essay, and I didn't have anything else to do, so I just hung up because I felt bad. That's all. If I had any other thoughts, I'd be a dog, okay?"

“You were always a dog,” Shen Jie said. “My dog.”

“I’m your dog daddy, and you’re my cat mommy.” Xiao Yao held the girl in his arms, rolling over once on the small single bed and then rolling back over again.

"Ouch, you're stepping on my hair!" Shen Jie exclaimed.

No, how could my hair still be pressed down if I've shaved it so short?

"I'm so sorry, are you alright? Let me rub it for you."

“…Alright,” Shen Jie rubbed her head, stretched out her smooth bare feet, and rubbed them against Xiao Yao’s calf. “Hurry up and get dressed. We’re going to Navara Wedding Dress.”

"Where is Navara Wedding Dress?" Xiao Yao sat up and started getting dressed.

"Qingpu."

"So far?" Xiao Yao was surprised. "I remember there's a Paris Wedding Dress shop just three blocks away from our school, and there's also a Milan Wedding Dress shop over on the old commercial street. Why are we going all the way to Qingpu?"

"Are you stupid, you country bumpkin?" the girl scolded. "Paris and Milan are all... assembly line production, industrial production lines, you know? They use templates and sets, all very clichéd things, with basically no artistic design whatsoever."

"What about Navarre?"

"That shop specializes in high-end custom-made art wedding dresses."

"Are you sure our money—your money—is enough to cover this kind of trouble?"

“If you’re going to take pictures, take them properly. Otherwise, why not just take some photo booth pictures?” Shen Jie said matter-of-factly.

Actually, I think I just wanted to take a photo booth picture at first? Xiao Yao thought.

"Alright, alright, Qingpu it is." Xiao Yao put on his pants, slipped on his slippers, and got out of bed.

Wait, Qingpu?

Xiao Yao had thought of something extraordinary.

It's probably more than 20 kilometers from here to Qingpu, isn't it?

Chapter 100 Ex-wife vs. Current wife?

2023-02-04

Qingpu District, a district under the jurisdiction of Shanghai, is located in the southwest of Shanghai, downstream of Taihu Lake and upstream of the Yellow River, far from the hustle and bustle of the city.

This is a place Xiao Yao has always heard of but never set foot in, a place akin to "the ends of the earth." It is said that people from Qingpu never say "going to the city center" when they come to the city, but rather "going to Shanghai."

"Hurry up and get dressed—don't wear that one, wear the one I bought for you—yes, that one, get ready to leave," Shen Jie instructed.

"We haven't had lunch yet," Xiao Yao said.

"I want to go eat at that Fujian Qianlixiang Wonton restaurant, okay?" Shen Jie said, then took her clothes and went into the closet to change into Shen Tianyun's room.

Time is running out for Xiao Yao.

The moment Shen Jie's figure disappeared into the mirror, Xiao Yao picked up the landline receiver, hesitated for a moment, then put it down, rushed out the door, went up the stairs to the third floor of his uncle's house, and called Yu Luying on his cell phone.

The phone rang many times before being answered. The usually cool voice sounded half-asleep.

"Are you taking a nap?" Xiao Yao wondered, no wonder he also felt drowsy.

"Get to the point," Yu Luying said weakly.

"She suddenly said she wanted to take me to take photos," Xiao Yao said, composing himself. "To Qingpu."

"Let them take the pictures," Yu Luying's voice faded into the distance, "Why are you telling me..."

"Going to Qingpu is quite far, you know, you forgot?!"

"Qingpu?" Xiao Yao felt the girl on the other end of the phone sit up. "What photos are you taking? Why do you want to go to Qingpu? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

“She insisted on that Qingpu store, something like Nara, saying it has an artistic and design sense,” Xiao Yao said quickly. “What do we do now? She’s already changing her clothes.”

"Who asked you that? Go now? She says go, so you just go? Can't you just not go?" Yu Luying's tone suddenly became agitated.

"This... I can't seem to find a reason for it right now..." Xiao Yao's mind raced as he tried to figure out how to explain the current situation to Yu Luying in the most concise and appropriate way.

"Heh, you haven't been in Shanghai for long, but you've already learned nine-tenths of what a Shanghai man looks like."

"What is that?!" Xiao Yao didn't understand what Yu Luying was saying, but he vaguely felt that it wasn't a good thing.

“It’s alright, when in Rome, do as the Romans do,” Yu Luying said sarcastically. “So what do you want me to do now?”

"You..." Xiao Yao swallowed hard. "If all else fails, we'll have to trouble you. If there's nothing else... could you come with us?"

"Do I have to bring my own handcuffs?" Yu Luying said, "Okay, wait for me to change my clothes and wash my hair before I come over—let's meet somewhere in Qingpu?"

"Um... I think even if people leave at the same time, have the same destination, and use the same mode of transportation, there are still all sorts of possibilities that could cause the chain to break..."

“Okay, wait for me at home. I’ll be there as soon as possible. You hold her off.” Yu Luying made a quick decision.

"No, you might have misunderstood me," Xiao Yao wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, "Well, if the two of us go, and you come along, how are we supposed to tell her?"

"Then what can I do? I can't just take a taxi and secretly follow them, can I?" Yu Luying's voice was a little cold.

"After thinking it over and over, it seems like this is the only way?" Xiao Yao said.

"Xiao Yao, am I the one you raised... you know what?" Yu Luying blurted out: "The kind you keep around? The kind you keep hidden away?"

"That's a harsh way to put it," Xiao Yao said, slapping his thigh. "There's no other way—"

"Just talk, why are you banging on me? You're going to hit me if I don't listen to you, is that it?"

"No, I, you, I..." Xiao Yao was both amused and exasperated, unable to speak coherently.

"Xiao Yao, I'm telling you, I'm not going." Yu Luying said, word by word, "Go or don't go, just don't drag me down with you."

"No, what happens after I go? Are we both foaming at the mouth and convulsing again? Qingpu might be even farther than Yushan—"

"Yes, go ahead and smoke. I'll die with you." After saying this, Yu Luying hung up the phone.

"Hello? Hello?"

I hate it when people hang up on me!

Following the "Eternal Era" where "all the girls around me have become well-behaved lately," it has now turned into the "Chaotic Era" where "all the girls around me have become incredibly difficult lately."

Is she on her period again?

Impossible, otherwise I wouldn't be completely unaware.

Xiao Yao gripped the Motorola tightly in his right hand, clenched his fists, raised them above his head, and jumped up on the spot.

A loud, echoing "Bang!" resounded from the corner of the stairs in the old apartment building.

If you call again, press the button to turn it off.

I called again, but she didn't answer.

Xiao Yao was so anxious that he kept grabbing his hair, but when he thought of the accusation that "if I don't listen to you, you'll hit me," he put his hands down.

When he returned to the room, Shen Jie had already gotten dressed and come out.

A light green top with silver-patterned butterflies and flowers, the sleeves of which were wider than usual, rustled in the wind—even though there was no wind at home. The waist was cinched, and below was a long, pale yellow skirt embroidered with white magnolias.