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

"Go take a shower first, go to the public bathhouse, wash yourself thoroughly, and find someone to scrub your back." Shen Jie walked to the sofa, picked up the pair of pure black cotton socks that she had taken off and crumpled up that morning, plopped down on the sofa, and started putting them on.

"Where are you going so late?" Xiao Yao asked, puzzled.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Why are you wearing socks if you're not going out?" Xiao Yao vaguely guessed what she was planning to do.

"Stop talking nonsense, go take a shower quickly and come back soon."

"Honey, calm down! There must be other ways to solve this!"

"Go now!" The girl kicked Xiao Yao, who stumbled and fell towards the mirror.

Chapter 139 The Young Lady's All-Out Efforts

2023-03-19

Shen Tianyun felt that her mother was acting strangely lately.

Her mom has been acting really weird lately.

Let's start with the older one. He used to come back at least once or twice a month, but this time...

It's been almost two months now.

Apart from the occasional phone call or the voice notification that "Zhifubao has received so much money," there was no more of her voice.

Let's talk about the younger one. A couple of days ago, he suddenly dressed up like he was from the 19th century, saying he was going to a boat shop to catch someone cheating.

The next day, she ran home crying, thinking she had caught them cheating. But after asking her carefully, it seemed there was nothing going on, but she still cried and made a scene, wanting to break up.

They clearly said they spent the night together at a love hotel yesterday, so what's going on here?

And when you told me in front of me that you wanted to break up with your stepfather, did you even consider how I felt as a daughter?

This could be fatal!

Okay, after coaxing, persuading, and appealing to their emotions and reason, their emotions finally stabilized a bit. And then what?

They wouldn't let me sleep at night, insisting I go online and dig up some kind of "dark history" about Song Haijian. I don't know who it is, but it's probably my dad's current homeroom teacher.

Today, I went out all day, and when I came back, she made me sleep in this room.

If it weren't for my status, I would have cursed them as "a despicable couple".

Her mother is really acting strange.

In Shen Tianyun's memories of her life over the past ten years, her mother has always been a rational, calm, composed, and unflappable person.

In short, it means prioritizing rationality.

This 48-hour cycle of catching someone cheating, booking a hotel room, breaking up, and booking a hotel room again is just like the girls in my class, especially the really clueless kind.

Although most mothers these days are just young girls, but...

And there's more, there's more.

Although the general atmosphere in the 30s was becoming more "enlightened," my mother still used the old-fashioned methods of education.

For example, someone might threaten to kick you out and sever all ties if you dare to have premarital sex.

Although Shen Tianyun didn't quite believe her mother could actually do it, there was no need to gamble, after all...

My mother can be quite ruthless at times; she always does what she says.

As for my mother herself, before she met my father, she was... what people call a 30-year-old virgin.

As a result, he now spends all his time fooling around with his stepfather, which is hard not to feel uneasy about.

On the one hand, if older brothers and sisters suddenly appear out of nowhere, they will have to divide the family property!

On the other hand, does this comply with the "Middle School Student Code of Conduct" and the "Middle School Student Daily Behavior Norms"?

Hmm? Wait, why did I think of these two things?

In short, none of that matters. The important thing is that she needs to know what she's doing.

Shen Tianyun rolled over on her father's bed.

The pillow has a scent, unlike those industrially synthesized designs. This scent is purer and more primal; it's the scent of my father.

Shen Tianyun loves her father.

"Dad..." Shen Tianyun called out softly, with a hint of nostalgia.

This is the room my father lived in when he was young, and it's also the room I live in now. Although it's the same room, it's very different.

Objectively speaking, the living conditions here are not very comfortable, and Shen Tianyun is somewhat sensitive to unfamiliar beds, so she doesn't sleep very well.

However, the emotional connection made her happy to enjoy the experience.

Of course she knew why her young parents wanted her to sleep here.

Because his grandfather, and Johns the butler, had just come here and raided the area.

They were afraid that the two of them would make a comeback.

Ah, I'm so curious about what Grandpa Johns looked like when he was young. I really want to have a word with him.

Sleeping here also has its downsides. Neither Shen Tianyun herself nor her stepparents can leave their bedroom. Whether it's washing up or anything else, they have to pass through each other's rooms, making it like a sleeper berth on a train.

This means that doing it occasionally is fine, but doing it every day is not acceptable.

Just now, when her father went out to the bathroom, Shen Tianyun also returned to her room and went out of her bedroom to wash up.

As she passed by her own bedroom, she saw her stepmother sitting on the sofa, holding her father's summer homework (it should be her father's summer homework, right?), her brows furrowed and her eyes glazed over.

She was still wearing that Shanghai junior high school uniform that you only see in period dramas, with the zipper open, revealing a gray tank top underneath, her pants legs rolled up a little, and her feet wearing a pair of mid-calf black cotton socks that went past her ankles.

In the middle of summer, she was about to go to bed, but she put her socks on again at home. Does this mean that the young mother has a problem with being cold-sensitive?

It's funny, really—these ankle-length socks were called "mid-calf socks" in Shen Tianyun's time, but her parents insisted they were called "short socks." I don't know how people in those days could think like that.

Of course, that's not the point. The point is that when Shen Tianyun talks to her, she barely responds, stammers, and is clearly lost in thought. This mental state is very worrying.

After Shen Tianyun finished showering, she walked through the mirror back to Xiao Yao's room and went to the closet. When she heard noises outside, she didn't rush to open the door.

I listened carefully and realized that my stepfather had already returned and was making a phone call outside.

"Well, there's no way around it, she insisted, so as agreed, I'm letting you know first—are you available now?"

"..."

"Uh, please don't get emotional..."

"..."

"Yeah, I know, I'll pay attention."

"..."

"Make up... I guess you could say they've made up. They didn't officially say they'd make up, and they're not bringing up the breakup anymore. Considering this whole thing, I guess you could say they've made up?"

"..."

"OK Bye Bye."

Hearing that her stepfather had finished the phone call, Shen Tianyun quickly hid back in 2034. After Xiao Yao crawled out of the closet, she waved goodbye generously and crawled back in.

Who is he talking to on the phone?

What do you need to report?

What does that mean exactly?

With these questions in mind, Shen Tianyun slowly drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept—actually, not long, only about ten or twenty minutes—when the wardrobe door was opened again.

When will this ever end? Shen Tianyun was getting a little grumpy after waking up.

But it was the young mother who came out.

She was wearing only a gray tank top, her bare feet were bent, and she was holding two black socks between two fingers of her right hand as she tiptoed toward the photo booth.

After the stepmother left, Shen Tianyun sniffed the air.

What does it taste like...?

Is it photinia?

--split line--

Shen Jie walked barefoot into the soap room, lifted her right foot into the sink, turned the faucet to the maximum, and rinsed her toes.

Since there was no bar soap, I had to use laundry soap instead, carefully applying it to the tops of my feet.

After washing your right foot, wash your left foot in the same way.

Next, I started washing the socks.

I was thinking of just throwing it away, but I figured someone would get upset, so I'll wash it and have him hang it up to dry.

Is this how you rub it? Oh well, it'll be fine as long as it's close enough, right?

After washing the socks, I squeezed the water out of my palms and casually placed the wrung-out socks next to the gas stove.