It's hard to quit, but it's the perfect marriage!

Zhu Xi stood in front of the wall of books, and with a strong pull, the cloth covering the wall was completely pulled down.

In the sweltering summer, I was amazed and exclaimed "Holy crap!" several times.

Congratulations! She left for another room after she finished her curtain call.

He also had some things to pack up.

Zhou Yinghuai stood beside her, and even though he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked.

He couldn't imagine how these books had been preserved so perfectly during her tumultuous childhood.

In Zhou Yinghuai's narrow-minded view, people with unhappy childhoods find it difficult to maintain high-cost hobbies during the passionate years of adolescence.

For example, books like Zhu Xi.

For example, she preserved it so well.

Zhou Yinghuai's eyes were full of heartache, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he turned to look at Zhu Xi.

Only then did he understand her intention in waiting for Zhu He to return and move the books.

Zhu Xi smiled at him, as if she could see through the unreadable emotions in his eyes, "I'm not good at Chinese, and my reading comprehension is terrible."

She scratched her hair a little shyly when she mentioned this.

His gaze shifted slightly, landing evenly on Sheng Xiali and Huo Xi, before finally settling on Zhou Yinghuai.

"I love buying books, a trait I inherited from Zhu Tanzhi," she said with a wry smile. "I tried several times but couldn't break the habit, which ultimately made things difficult for my brother."

Congratulations on going to great lengths to satisfy her little quirk.

Limited living expenses, but the richest inner world.

Zhu Xi craned her neck, staring at the top row of collections, still wrapped in plastic.

When romance novels were all the rage, she would pester an author to let her queue up for a book signing just to meet them.

They go on a shopping spree, buying things and then never even look at them.

Now, her husband, Zhou Yinghuai, is right beside her, looking at the pretentious and outrageous book title with her.

Zhou Yinghuai raised an eyebrow. "Sister Xi, how handsome is that kid? Hmm?"

Zhu Xi darted out and directed Sheng Xiali, "Boss Sheng, let's get to work!"

Zhou Yinghuai was unaware that Huo Xi had mentioned Qin Huaiyuan to Zhu Xi, and he only found her guilty-looking behavior somewhat endearing.

He rolled up his shirt cuffs again and said to the moving workers who came in, "Please be careful, everyone."

"These are my wife's private collection, and she cherishes them very much. Please be extremely careful and move these items to Libei intact."

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The moving team was carrying books, while Zhu Xi sat on the bay window organizing boxes of all sizes in the cabinet.

Huo Xi brought over two shoe boxes and placed them next to her.

He asked, panting, "You have so many shoe boxes."

Zhu Xi scoffed without thanking her, "Children from poor families can't afford standardized storage boxes."

Huo Xi casually grabbed a tattered notebook to fan himself, but before he could even use it properly, Zhu Xi snatched it away with a cry of "Ouch, ouch!"

"No need to fan me!" She snatched it away, treating it with utmost care, and carefully turned the title page.

Huo Xi frowned. He searched around 360 but couldn't find anything handy to fan himself.

Simply use your hand as a fan, and a gentle breeze will blow.

"A diary?" she grinned mischievously. "From junior high or high school?"

Zhu Xi flipped through a few pages, a warm smile on her face. "No, they're class notes."

Huo Xi rolled his eyes, then picked out a notebook with a more pleasing cover, opened a page, and said, "Su Daiqing? How come you have his things in your house?"

Zhu Xi disagreed, "It's normal for his things to be in this house. That bastard was an indispensable part of my and my brother's student days."

Huo Xi really disliked Su Daiqing. "What the hell? How is she indispensable?!"

Zhu Xi clicked her tongue, "What I mean is, he's somewhat important to my life."

Unfortunately, Zhou Yinghuai, who came to deliver water to the two of them, overheard the conversation.

"Are there still Su Daiqing's things at home?" He paused for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.

I used all my strength to restrain myself and naturally put down the two bottles of water.

With a smile and a nonchalant air, he said, "What does Su Daiqing have? If it's important, put it in a separate box."

Zhu Xi, who was sitting cross-legged, looked up and met Zhou Yinghuai's smile.

Her dark, moist eyes blinked, her cheekbones puffed out slightly, and the corners of her lips turned up.

As if she could smell Qin Huaiyuan's rouge, she naturally accepted Zhou Yinghuai's kindness and said, "Okay, I'll deliver it to his office after I get to work."

Zhou Yinghuai: "..."

Zhu Xi remained cheerful, saying, "Anyway, it's all in the same hospital, so it's super convenient!"

Hoshi took a sip of ice water, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the tattered T-shirt sitting under her bottom.

He patted her bottom, "Hey lady, get up!"

Zhu Xi turned to the side, her buttocks tilted, and she felt something being pulled away.

Horst shook out the bright red basketball jersey and turned it around.

All three people, with six eyes, saw the words on the back.

Huo Xi read it out word by word, "Experimental Middle School, Number 7, Su Daiqing!"

Zhu Xi's face froze for a moment. "Where did you come from?"

"Huh?" Huo Xi frowned. "You're asking me?"

Zhu Xi corrected her grammar, "Are you asking me? Pay attention to your grammar, Miss Huo."

Zhou Yinghuai stood up straight, remaining still and silent, waiting for her reply.

She looked at him and asked, "Even you get to ask me?"

Unable to explain further, Zhu Xi simply squatted down and examined the small cloth ball she had just been sitting on once more.

This inspection revealed that the same style of shorts was also found.

Huo Xi caught Lou Yanhui passing by a few times out of the corner of his eye. "It's so hot in here. I'll go outside and find a fan."

After saying that, he took off running.

Coincidentally, the people moving the books had taken the last box of books and hadn't come in yet.

In Zhu Xi's bedroom, only the two of them remained, along with the hum of an old air conditioner.

Zhou Yinghuai squatted down and asked Zhu Xi, who was rummaging through the small bundle of cloth, "Do you need me to find a box?"

"Don't interrupt," Zhu Xi scolded, pulling out one item after another that belonged to Su Daiqing from the small bundle of cloth.

I originally thought Qin Huaiyuan's perfume was too strong, but I didn't expect even the pipa music to join in.

Zhu Xi is now in a situation where she can't clear her name no matter what she does.

Zhou Yinghuai disgustedly pinched a corner of the bright purple and red garment; this time, it wasn't a basketball jersey.

It was a white tie-dyed T-shirt.

On the left side of his chest, there were three large characters.

Su Daiqing.

Colorful silk threads, hand-embroidered.

Even if Zhu Xi's embroidery was clumsy, he could still recognize her handwriting.

"Su Daiqing?" Zhou Yinghuai gritted his teeth. "He really is crucial!"

Zhu Xi glanced at it and remembered it too.

This was a week after the college entrance exam scores were released, and Su Daiqing insisted on taking the two of them to the mountains for fun.

The trip lasted three days and two nights. Besides stargazing at night, Zhu Xi's favorite activities were tie-dyeing and embroidery.

Unfortunately, back then she didn't have the excellent suturing skills she has now.

I tried to embroider it several times but failed each time.

Tie-dye is indistinguishable in terms of quality, but embroidery is immediately obvious.

Not wanting to be laughed at, she wrote three characters herself and had the embroidery teacher embroider them for her.

He originally intended to give it to Su Daiqing, but on the way back, he somehow offended her and didn't give it to her.

When she remembered it again, she couldn't find the tie-dyed T-shirt anywhere.

So that's where it was.

Zhou Yinghuai squatted down beside her and placed the three embroidered characters in front of her.

Zhu Xi looked up, her eyes bright and clear, and chuckled, "What?"

Zhou Yinghuai remained silent, stubbornly staring at those three words.

Zhu Xi smiled confidently and picked up the scissors beside her.

In a few quick movements, he cut the three characters "Su Daiqing" into a bloody mess.

"Okay," she said. "When we get back to Libei, I'll show you how to embroider names on eggshells."

Zhou Yinghuai wasn't satisfied yet and asked, "Whose embroidery is it?"

Zhu Xi pinched her chin. "Su Daiqing?"