Wu Yang scratched the tip of his nose. "I have a girlfriend now."
Upon hearing this, Xi Jia stopped giving him the soda water that he had already opened. Fortunately, Wu Yang reacted quickly and took several steps back, preventing the water from splashing on him.
Xi Jia snapped, "What a scumbag!"
Xi Jia tightened the cap on the remaining half-bottle of water, tossed it aside, and went back to training.
Men are all bad.
Wu Yang.
Her second brother.
I don't know if it's Mo Yushen.
——
In the evening, Xi Jia received a call from Mo Yushen, telling her to go home early and have dinner at the Mo family's old house that night.
Mo Yushen left the company after get off work and went back to the villa first.
The ring is in the study; I need to go back and get it.
He and Xi Jia's wedding ring were not worn normally. He would only wear it when he went back to his grandfather's house to make a show of it. Every time he left his grandfather's house, he would put the ring away.
Mo Yushen also brought back the file folder containing the divorce agreement and put it in his desk drawer.
A moment later, a voice came from the second floor, "Mo Yushen?"
"study."
The footsteps drew closer.
A few seconds later, the study door opened. "Husband."
Xi Jia stood at the door, not coming in, with her arms outstretched.
At first, Mo Yushen didn't understand what the action meant.
After a moment's pause, it dawned on me.
Yesterday morning, she hugged him like this. That was a farewell hug, and this was a hug after get off work?
Mo Yushen didn't go over; his gaze remained fixed on the computer screen.
There was silence for a few seconds.
"husband."
Mo Yushen stared at the screen, but didn't pay attention to the content of the page.
Xi Jia was more patient than him. She stood there without moving until he went over, her hands always half open.
Having no other choice, Mo Yushen stood up, offered himself up, and walked to her side.
Xi Jia smiled slightly, gently hugged his waist without clinging, and then let go. "Wait a few minutes, I'll go upstairs to change my dress."
She came back today wearing riding breeches and riding boots.
Mo Yushen watched her retreating figure and said, "Don't wear a skirt anymore."
Xi Jia turned around, "What's wrong?"
Mo Yushen remained silent for a moment before finally speaking: "They're on my legs and back. Wear long pants."
They were all kiss marks left by him.
The bruises probably haven't completely faded by the end of the day.
When she got to the dressing room, Xi Jia looked in the mirror and saw that there was a lot of it on her front as well, not just her back.
After much deliberation, Xi Jia finally chose a dress—a long, autumn/winter style dress with conservative short sleeves that completely covered the hickeys.
Xi Jia went downstairs and found Mo Yushen watching TV in the living room, but he seemed distracted.
When Xi Jia reached the third step from the end, she stopped. "Honey, come here."
Mo Yushen turned to look.
Xi Jia let her long hair down, and her dress was ladylike.
She has a deceptive face; those who don't know her are easily captivated by her gentle facade.
Xi Jia said to him, "Husband, come here."
"Speak your mind."
"I told you, come here."
"..."
Mo Yushen rubbed his temples and got up to go over.
"Closer."
Mo Yushen understood what she was going to do. He stretched out his long arm, pulled her down, caught her with both hands, and held her in his arms.
Xi Jia laughed, not forgetting to scold him, "You, really, are so rude and don't know how to be gentle with women at all. How did you even manage to get a wife in the first place!"
Mo Yushen put her down, walked a few steps to the coffee table, grabbed the car keys and the ring box, and headed outside.
"Hey, you're driving yourself?"
"Um."
Xi Jia grabbed her bag and followed closely behind.
Mo Yushen started the car, and Xi Jia got into the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt.
Mo Yushen didn't rush to drive. He opened the ring box, took out his own ring, and gestured for Xi Jia to wear the other one.
He knew that Xi Jia had long forgotten about the ring, and explained, "Grandpa and Grandma thought we had a good relationship, so I only wore it when I visited them."
Xi Jia understood; the wedding ring had become a prop for performing the deep affection between husband and wife.
Mo Yushen placed the ring box in the armrest box and drove the car away.
Xi Jia slipped the ring onto her ring finger; it was the perfect size.
Mo Yushen reminded him, "You have a good relationship with your grandparents."
Xi Jia nodded, "Then who else is going? Are Mom and Dad going?"
Mo Yushen remained expressionless, but still replied, "We've been divorced for over twenty years."
Xi Jia wanted to know about his family situation. "Do you have any brothers or sisters? I don't remember any. Can you tell me?"
Mo Yushen rested one hand on the car window and the other on the steering wheel, without making a sound.
Having received no response, Xi Jia didn't press the matter further.
Her intuition was that his parents had remarried after their divorce, otherwise he wouldn't be reluctant to talk about it.
Xi Jia rested her elbow on the car window, propped her chin up, and glanced at her left ring finger from time to time. Then her gaze fell on Mo Yushen's face. "By the way, when I acted with you before, did I get an appearance fee?" She remembered. "That thoroughbred horse was a gift you gave me."
Mo Yushen finally spoke up: "Do you still remember?"
Xi Jia nodded, "I remember almost everything related to horses."
Mo Yushen did not respond.
I've completely forgotten everything related to him.
Xi Jia looked out the window again, lost in thought. Suddenly, she turned to her husband and asked, "Honey, have you ever given me any pocket money since we got married?"
"without."
Xi Jia nodded: "In our club, the married women all have husbands who give them a lot of pocket money every month. They even asked me how much pocket money I get today. I told them my husband is generous; he doesn't give me cash, but he gives me an unlimited black card that I can use as I please."
Traffic was congested ahead, so Mo Yushen stopped and looked at Xi Jia. Her eyes were deep and her lips curled into a faint, sly smile.
Mo Yushen reached into his trench coat on the back seat, pulled out his wallet, and opened it.
Xi Jia tilted her head and leaned closer, "By the way, I told my colleague that you gave me two black cards."
Mo Yushen looked up, their eyes met, and Xi Jia smiled.
Her face screamed "give an inch and you a mile."
Mo Yushen had already drawn one card, paused for a few seconds, and then drew out another black card.
Xi Jia quickly took them and inserted them into her card slot. She had five or six cards in her wallet, and even without Mo Yushen's two, she wouldn't be able to spend them all.
I once heard Ye Qiu say that being needed by others is a happy thing.
Mo Yushen was probably never needed by anyone.
Chapter Eleven
The next red light intersection.
Mo Yushen opened the photo album and handed the phone to Xi Jia: "My grandparents."
Xi Jia hesitated for a moment, then understood what she meant and took the phone.
She didn't remember the sprightly elderly man in the photo.
Just as Dad said, people I've met in the last six months don't leave a deep impression after a while; I forget them easily.
"How long has it been since I last saw my grandparents?" Xi Jia asked, turning her head to the side.
Mo Yushen: "More than two months."
It has been quite a long time.
Xi Jia continued flipping through the pages, finding photos of her grandparents, captured in a fleeting moment. The photos clearly showed that her grandparents had a good relationship.
Suddenly, Xi Jia's fingers stopped.
The woman in front of me is a street photo. Her looks and figure surpass those of female celebrities in the entertainment industry. She exudes a sharp and domineering aura.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Mo Yushen turned to look at her and saw Jiang Qin's photo.
He had completely forgotten that this photo was even in his album.