Chapter 300: 300 Marital Moments

Cheng Xue clearly hasn’t realized it yet, and since Wang Jia Bao is far away in a foreign land, he can only suppress his thoughts for now, planning to have a good talk with her when he returns to Beijing for the New Year.

Knowing his own feelings now, every time he received a letter from Cheng Xue, his heart would race, and he would feel a surge of emotions. Watching this, everyone else in the dorm couldn’t help but tease him, making his face flush with embarrassment.

Wang Miaomiao’s pregnancy again brought a lot of shock to many people.

Besides Liu Yulan and Wang Baoxing beginning their routine of urging their son to find a wife and have grandkids, there was Yang Zhigang, who once again went out of his way to cheer up and amuse Wang Pandi.

Actually, Wang Pandi was okay. Although she felt a little down because Wang Miaomiao was expecting again while she hadn’t conceived, she now had her own career, keeping her so busy that she barely had time to catch her breath, and since Yang Zhigang was so considerate of her feelings, she found it extremely comforting.

Yang Zhigang was so good to her and didn’t pressure her at all. So why should she make things difficult for herself?

Due to this, their relationship warmed up again, which made several sisters-in-law envious.

There’s a saying that goes, “Other people’s husband and wife are always better, but your own son and daughter are the best.”

Sun Xiangcao, Wang Pandi’s third sister-in-law, was just like that. After so many years, the work allocation issue of that year still became a thorn in her heart.

On the surface, the brothers’ relationship seemed pretty good; they always interacted politely and never really argued.

But deep down, Sun Xiangcao felt uncomfortable. She didn’t speak out openly and tended to quietly complain to Yang Zhiwei late at night when they were both in bed.

At such times, Yang Zhiwei would turn away, with his back towards her, covering himself with a quilt to avoid hearing her complaints.

“Zhiwei, get me a glass of water, I’m thirsty.” At the dinner table today, witnessing her eldest brother-in-law being so attentive to her sister-in-law, she felt both envious and jealous.

When had her husband ever treated her like that? When she recalled, it only happened a few times during their honeymoon phase, but gradually, it was no longer the case.

Could it be because she’s old and he despises her? Her thoughts spiraled further and further, with a blocked feeling that needed to be vented.

“Don’t you have hands? Get it yourself.” Yang Zhiwei casually refused; he was already lying in bed, snug and warm, unwilling to get up.

“Yang Zhiwei, I can’t even ask you now, can I? Am I still your wife in your heart?” As soon as Sun Xiangcao heard his refusal, it was like she found an outlet for her frustration and immediately questioned loudly.

Yang Zhiwei was startled by her loud voice and shouted back, “What’s gotten into you now?”

“What’s gotten into me? Sure, Yang Zhiwei, in your heart, I’m just a nutcase, right? Where’s your conscience?”

“I’ve been married to you for ten years, bore two sons for the Yang Family, raised kids, managed the household, worked so hard for what? Just to end up being despised by you?” Sun Xiangcao grew emotional, and as she spoke, tears began to fall. “What do I matter to you? Look at how big brother treats sister-in-law, serving dishes and soup, attentive in every way. And you? They say young couples are old companions, but you won’t even get me a glass of water now; how can I count on you when we’re old?”

Sun Xiangcao became more distressed the more she thought about it; what kind of person did she marry? “How did I end up with such a miserable life… wuwu… this life is unbearable.”

Yang Zhiwei frowned, full of impatience and helplessness, and finally had to bitterly say, “All right, all right, I’ll get it for you, okay? I’ll go pour some water now.”

He spoke as he quickly got up, enduring the cold wind as he rushed to the table to pour a glass of water for Sun Xiangcao, bringing it to her, “Quick, take it, it’s freezing!”

Sun Xiangcao still held some resentment. Seeing him go, but clearly unwilling, she turned her head and refused to take it.

It’s December, after all, frigid outside, and not warm inside either. Yang Zhiwei, having climbed out of the bed wearing only thin clothing, was shaking from the cold in just a short while. Seeing her still playing hard to get, he became displeased, pushing the glass toward her again. “Take it already, aren’t you thirsty?”

“It’s so hot, how am I supposed to drink it…”

“Bang…”

“Ah…”

“Clatter…”

“You want to die!”

The cup was pushed in front of her, and Sun Xiangcao impatiently waved it away, then the unexpected happened.

A cup of boiling water spilled all over Yang Zhiwei’s hand and body, and he immediately jumped in pain from the scalding heat.

Sun Xiangcao was also frightened, and she lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, “What do we do? What do we do? It’s all blistered…”

Seeing several large blisters instantly forming on his hand, she regretted it terribly, feeling at a loss, panicking, and spinning in circles.

“What else can we do? You brainless woman, keep it up, hurry to find big brother, have him drive me to the hospital.” Yang Zhiwei gasped in pain, sucking in cold air.

“Oh, oh…” Sun Xiangcao rushed to run outside in a flurry.

“Come back, put some clothes on first, you blockhead! You’ll freeze to death out there.” Yang Zhiwei, although cold and pained, still maintained some clarity. Even as he endured the chill, he put on half a cotton-padded jacket, aware that he couldn’t touch the other half of his arm and chest.

“Oh, oh…” Sun Xiangcao’s face was a mess of tears and snot, but now she gathered some wit and hurriedly helped him into padded trousers. She also loosely fastened two buttons on his cotton-padded jacket.

After hastily and sloppily putting on her own clothes, she dashed toward the neighboring Yang Zhigang household, “Big brother, big brother, open the door, help!”

Her loud shout echoed through half the village.

Yang Zhigang was having a tender moment with his wife when the sudden shout startled him, making him frustrated…

“Go check what’s happening,” Wang Pandi, blushing, nudged him away and quickly got dressed herself.

“Coming, what’s going on?” Yang Zhigang asked loudly while putting on clothes and heading toward the window.

“Big brother, Zhiwei is scalded by hot water, you have to drive him to the hospital.” Sun Xiangcao’s voice cracked with a sob, filled with remorse and self-blame.

Upon hearing it was a scald, Yang Zhigang felt a bit relieved, thinking there was no major issue, but his dressing speed didn’t slow down. He then told Wang Pandi, “You don’t need to get up, it’s nothing serious, just get back to bed.”

Wang Pandi also thought so, agreeing with a nod. She undressed and climbed back into bed.

Seeing his obedient wife, Yang Zhigang felt a surge in his heart, and he quickly turned back inside, rushed to the bed, and gave her a hard kiss on the cheek, “Wait for me to come back…”

Before he could complete his sentence, Wang Pandi understood his meaning from his passionate gaze, covered half of her head with the quilt shyly, and nodded her head with a soft “Mm…”

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