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

Time difference.

Zhu Xi turned on her computer and logged into WeChat.

The 27-inch computer screen was large and bright, and she opened her chat window with Zhou Yinghuai.

With her right hand sliding the mouse and her left hand gripping the phone, she didn't even realize that she had tapped Zhou Yinghuai's profile picture twice.

She patted Zhou Yinghuai on the shoulder.

However, he was completely unaware of it.

The house in Huanxisha that Zhou Yinghuai sent over now only has one study.

He told her on WeChat that she could use the study.

He also said that the books stacked in the corner of Zhu Xi's dormitory and on her desk could be moved to the bridal chamber little by little.

Whenever he had free time, he would help her neatly put them on the bookshelf in the study.

Zhu Xi plucked a green rose from the vase, held it to her nose, and smelled its alluring fragrance.

She admitted that Zhou Yinghuai was a very respectable person.

He always did very respectable things for her.

For example, dormitories, or wedding rooms.

For example, he promised to help her organize the bookshelf.

Of course, there's also the abuse of power that he allows.

Zhu Xi recharged her phone, accepted the courtesy, and rested her chin on her hand, seriously planning for the future.

She only mentioned that she had many books during casual conversation.

Not only dormitories have them, but the Yu family also has them.

In her old house in the neighboring city, there is still an entire wall of books.

Those are her treasured possessions, which she neither lends out nor sells.

When I moved to my new home, I was told that my research project had run into problems, and I had to leave the country in a hurry.

Before leaving, the two agreed that when they returned home, they would bring back the wall of books from the neighboring city.

Zhou Yinghuai took her casual remark to heart and gave her a larger and brighter study.

While Zhu Xi expressed her gratitude, she also felt that it wasn't appropriate to have the entire study to herself.

Zhou Yinghuai is a respectable man, so she can't be too selfish.

After all, since the big shot is giving her face, she has to be sensible.

Zhu Xi raised an eyebrow, made up her mind, and suddenly a pop-up window appeared in the lower right corner of the screen reminding her of Zhou Yinghuai's call.

video call.

Zhu Xi clicked the mouse and turned on the webcam on her laptop.

The phone stand that Haidilao gave her as a gift broke during her move, and she was too lazy to hold the phone up.

Zhu Xi accepted this awkward death perspective after only watching it for 0.01 seconds.

Zhou Yinghuai was also sitting at his desk, and from this angle, you could see the light from the computer screen reflected on his face.

Light blue, with a hint of green.

"What time is it where you are? Aren't you asleep?" Zhu Xi spoke first, without looking at him, still enlarging the photos of the wedding room.

Zhou Yinghuai remained as gentle as ever, took a sip of coffee, and said, "You took a picture of me."

"Who took your picture?" Zhu Xi was speechless. This respectable big shot was quite narcissistic.

Even though we're miles apart, who can I possibly photograph?

"Zhu Xi, you just took a picture of me!"

Zhu Xi turned around at the sound, her almond-shaped eyebrows furrowing slightly, and said impatiently, "Me?"

"Um."

"What am I taking pictures of? Your drooping hair? Or your bluish-green face?"

Zhou Yinghuai: "..."

Zhu Xi looked away, losing interest in looking at the bridal chamber.

The air was still, eerily heavy.

Zhou Yinghuai coughed lightly, "WeChat, you took a picture of me."

Both of them spoke in a businesslike tone, not at all like a newlywed couple.

Zhu Xisong released the mouse and glanced at it; it really was true.

You patted Zhou Yinghuai's shapely buttocks and said, "Wow, handsome guy, you're so sexy."

She rubbed her eyes, thinking she was seeing things.

Zhou Yinghuai wasn't embarrassed; he was used to it. "It was Lingyi's doing. She threatened to cut ties with me if I changed it."

Zhu Xi: "You agreed too?"

"Let her do whatever she wants. Everyone in my WeChat contacts can guess that it was Lingyi who set it up."

Zhu Xi smiled and said, "I ordered the wrong thing just now."

Zhou Yinghuai's profile picture is unremarkable, a hazy gray, and doesn't reveal anything about him.

She put down her phone and said to the person with the curvy buttocks, "I really ordered the wrong thing."

Zhou Yinghuai leaned forward, "My profile picture was also chosen by Lingyi, and I haven't changed it since I registered."

Zhu Xi raised an eyebrow. "Oh."

"So, you still need something from me?" Zhou Yinghuai's thought process was as powerful as he was.

The topic may circle around, but it can always come back to the same point.

Zhu Xi had no choice but to reply, "I'm looking at houses in Huanxisha."

"Tell me if you have any complaints, and I'll arrange for someone to fix it."

Zhu Xi pursed her lips, paused for three seconds, and said, "We'll each have half of the study."

She laughed, "I have a lot of books, but I didn't read most of them when I was a child. So, there's no need to give me a separate room."

Zhou Yinghuai took another sip of coffee. "You can use it yourself. I'll modify the smallest guest room."

Zhu Xi puffed out her cheeks, understanding.

It turned out that it wasn't that she thought it was too big, but rather that Boss Zhou wanted some peace and quiet.

You have one room, I have one room.

She overlooked the fact that her new husband was a powerful figure who didn't like to compromise.

Zhou Yinghuai: "Is there anything else that needs to be changed?"

It was a rare opportunity to hear Zhu Xi make a request, and Zhou Yinghuai didn't want to miss it. Furthermore, since his current wife wasn't constantly thanking him, he also wanted to take this chance to hear more of her demands.

Zhu Xi tilted her head. "Um, can I get a different mattress?"

She smiled slightly, "I hope I can sleep more comfortably in the future, preferably with more elasticity, so that it's less tiring and more comfortable to sleep in, and it can also improve the fit."

Zhou Yinghuai gripped the coffee handle, looking slightly awkward.

Zhu Xi's bluntness always left him speechless.

The condoms were the same last time, and they're the same again this time.

"Whatever you say." His voice was slightly hoarse. "Do you have a favorite brand? I'll have someone buy it for you."

Zhu Xi waved her hand, "Thank you, but you don't need to trouble yourself. I'll just bring the one I'm using now over there."

She looked at the screen and said, "By the way, I'll stay in the second bedroom, and I'll use the large study. You can stay in the master bedroom."

Zhou Yinghuai, who had just felt that his wife was very straightforward, was now full of doubts. It seemed that she did not want to live with him.

"us?"

With the mattress settled, Zhu Xi turned her gaze back to Zhou Yinghuai, who was dressed in pajamas. This time, she looked at him a few more times and noticed that Zhou Yinghuai did not have the aloofness often associated with highly skilled professionals.

Strands of hair fell across her forehead, lightly obscuring her deep, gentle, and calm eyes.

It looks great.

she thought.

Zhou Yinghuai is really handsome.

Realizing she had been infatuated, Zhu Xi's expression instantly became serious and solemn.

"Didn't we agree before we got married that we wouldn't bother each other?" she added. "Let's sleep in separate rooms."

-

Hospital operations continue as usual.

The lights of Chongyin Pagoda turned on right on time.

Mr. Wen was successfully transferred from the ICU to a regular ward.

The surgery went even more smoothly than expected.

Zhu Xi followed Director Hao into the ward, ignoring the hostile gazes of the Wen sisters along the way.

Old Wen slowly pulled his hand out from under the blanket and gave her a thumbs up.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were on her.

Zhu Xi closed her medical record book, removed her mask, and said, "The beautiful night you longed for has arrived as scheduled."

"Too talkative!"

A discordant voice rang out in the ward. Wen Yangyang, who was playing games on the sofa, glanced at her and said, "I'm talking about you, you persistent ghost."

Zhu Xi's cold eyes sharpened, but before she could speak, a light suddenly shone through the doorway of the ward.