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

"No, no, it's convenient," Xiao Yao said.

"Are you home?" Shen Jie asked him.

"No, I'm outside," Xiao Yao said vaguely. "What's wrong with your voice? It sounds a little hoarse."

“No,” Shen Jie cleared her throat, “You must have misheard me, I’m perfectly fine.”

The girl didn't want to tell Xiao Yao that she had been beaten and cried all afternoon, partly out of pride and dignity, and partly so as not to worry Xiao Yao.

“Okay,” Xiao Yao said, “You said you were grounded, but your parents didn’t do anything to you, right?”

Oh, gosh, Shen Jie thought—you finally remembered to ask about my situation!

Chapter 182 The Imprisoned Girl

2023-05-06

Oh, gosh, Shen Jie thought—you finally remembered to ask about my situation!

“I wasn’t really hurt,” Shen Jie said gently, giving the prepared explanation: “After being away for so long, Dad has long since passed his most angry period. When he saw me, he said: ‘It’s good that you’re back.’ The half-month confinement was just to maintain the authority of family rules and go through the motions.”

"Your family has family rules? Your father is really..." Xiao Yao let out a long sigh: "But no matter what, it's great that we landed safely. My heart is at ease now."

"Mm," Shen Jie said.

"By the way, Zhang Zhengkai hasn't bothered you, has he?" Xiao Yao suddenly remembered something.

That's it? That's all the concern you've shown? And then you start talking about Zhang Zhengkai again?

"No," Shen Jie said, "My dad probably didn't let him know I was back, right?"

She herself wasn't confident saying this, so she added, "I don't know, anyway, he didn't come today."

“Oh…” Xiao Yao said.

"If he dares to come again, I'll lock myself in the bedroom and not come down," Shen Jie reassured Xiao Yao.

"Thank you for your hard work," Xiao Yao said earnestly.

“Anyway, my dad said that the promise he made in the message he sent me earlier still stands,” Shen Jie said.

"That's great!" Xiao Yao said happily, "So the engagement can be canceled, right?"

Yes,

“Really, my father-in-law is just too…” Xiao Yao exclaimed excitedly.

“And no.” Shen Jie carefully assessed what her father had said today: “It gives me the feeling that it’s being postponed indefinitely?”

"Oh, let's just take it one step at a time," Xiao Yao said somewhat dejectedly. "It would be best if it were indefinite, dragging on until it just fizzles out."

"Mm," Shen Jie said.

After about ten seconds of silence, Shen Jie asked, "Is Nannan alright?"

"It's great," Xiao Yao said.

“What will she do if you go out to eat wontons?” Shen Jie said.

"How old are you? You can't possibly starve to death." Xiao Yao said, "You went out to dance with your classmates again. I don't need to feed you."

"It really is..." Shen Jie sighed, "This child is giving me a headache, but we have so many things to do, and our minds are always elsewhere. We don't have time to take care of her, and we can't count on you..."

Shen Jie climbed out of bed and paced around the room, incessantly listing Shen Tianyun's faults and conveying her educational philosophy. She talked for about seven or eight minutes.

Throughout this process, Xiao Yao simply listened, occasionally offering a few words of agreement. Nevertheless, Shen Jie could still sense that he seemed quite dissatisfied with Nannan as well.

"By the way," Xiao Yao started a new topic, "what did you do all day? After you got back?"

"I didn't do anything," Shen Jie said. "I came back for lunch first, and then had a heart-to-heart talk with my dad."

"Talking heart-to-heart" refers to being locked in a study and beaten.

"I took a long nap this afternoon. Our bed is so comfortable. I'll take a picture and show it to you later."

"Sleeping soundly" refers to lying on the bed crying for half an afternoon and then falling asleep.

“Then we had dinner,” Shen Jie said. “I played bowling with my stepmother for a while and went swimming for a bit.”

As Shen Jie spoke, she walked into the en-suite bathroom in the bedroom—which featured a large bathtub and a shower. The bathroom floor was covered with exquisite mosaic tiles, and the walls were decorated with Baroque-style tiles and murals, full of detail.

"Weren't you grounded? How can you still go out?" Xiao Yao asked, dumbfounded.

The entire room was filled with a rich fragrance, seemingly emanating from the various aromatherapy diffusers and vases placed around it.

"What? We're all at home," Shen Jie said, puzzled.

"Ugh ugh ugh ugh..."

As Shen Jie listened to Xiao Yao's "uh," she pulled down her pajama pants and painfully sat on the smart toilet seat.

While urinating, she described to Xiao Yao what it was like to bowl and swim at home, answering his questions. Although she wasn't in the mood to play at all today (mainly because her butt wasn't feeling well), she still chatted about these topics with ease.

Shen Jie pressed the button on the smart toilet, and a stream of hot air gushed out.

She stood up and pulled up her pajama bottoms.

It feels so good not having to empty the spittoon anymore...? Finally, something that brings me a little bit of happiness.

We've talked long enough today, and Shen Jie wants to end the call.

Unexpectedly, it was the other end of the call.

"Hello, Auntie!" Xiao Yao's voice suddenly faded into the distance, calling out from afar.

"Auntie? Where are you?" Shen Jie was stunned.

"I'm outside, I'll talk to you later," Xiao Yao said.

Shen Jie instinctively hung up the phone.

She felt her emotions were... about to break down.

What exactly is going on?

Shen Jie quickly found the correct answer—the only person Xiao Yao could call "Auntie" was probably Yu Luying's mother.

Of course, there's nothing wrong with that in itself.

There would be no problem at all!

He lied and said he was going to eat wontons, but when asked where he was, he hesitated and stammered.

Besides, if we let you two date, you'd go straight to meeting our parents?

Are you going to skip dating and go straight to marriage?

Shen Jie recalled Yu's mother's forced marriage at the boat house and felt that she was trapping herself in a trap.

While I'm suffering here, you can't wait to go to my silly sister's house and become her prospective son-in-law?!

……

Shen Jie's mind was in turmoil. She opened her QQ app and typed a message: "If I told you to stop seeing that silly girl right now, would you listen to me?"

Then, instead of pressing the send button, I deleted it.

Job said, "The Lord has given me this, and the Lord has taken it away," so he certainly had the right to demand that he no longer associate with any other girls.

But unless absolutely necessary, she didn't want to do anything that would make the other person look down on her, and people's hearts can't withstand being tested.

Mood swings, unpredictable moods, coupled with jealousy and possessiveness? That wasn't me.

The girl turned her gaze to the curtains in the room.

She straightened up and walked to the window.

If you were to jump from here into the swimming pool in the yard, although the physical angle would be rather tricky, it doesn't seem entirely impossible.

Of course, this was just a fantasy adventure, and she certainly didn't intend to risk the death penalty for a two-week prison sentence.

Shen Jie yanked open the curtains—

She saw that the originally open balcony had been transformed into a glass sunroom. Moonlight streamed through the thick double-glazed glass, making it seem as if she were truly under the night sky, but the room was filled with the same incense scent as the room itself.

Shen Hongsheng, you've gone too far.

What kind of person do you take me for?

Shen Jie felt all the blood rushing to her head.

A gentle breeze blew by, calming her down.

The surface of the pool rippled in the wind, like a curved mouth mocking her.

Without a doubt, this was a well-prepared move.

Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither will this sunroom.

Looking back, when I received his message that day—things like "Dad admitted his mistake, come back, I won't force you anymore"—it was really just that the cage had already been built.

A surge of anger welled up in her heart.

I am your daughter, not your slave.

……