Chapter 6

For the past two years, what his grandmother has enjoyed watching most isn't melodramatic TV series, but dating variety shows.

The more fake they are, the more she loves to watch them.

Shu Xia and Grandmother get along quite well; it is very harmonious.

Qiao Muting watches Shu Xia, who is attentively keeping Grandmother company while discussing the men and women on the variety show, and his gaze deepens.

He has been standing to the side for a while now.

Neither of them noticed him.

It was Qiao Nainai who noticed Qiao Muting first, and she immediately raised her eyebrows and asked, "When did you get here? You didn't make a sound, you scared me to death."

Shu Xia looks toward Qiao Muting, the smile on her face vanishes instantly, and she nods at him politely.

"Just arrived."

Qiao Muting looks at Shu Xia, whose expression changes faster than flipping a book, and then recalls her sweet smile while with Grandmother just now, suddenly feeling as if he has overlooked something.

But he cannot grasp exactly what he has overlooked.

"You just registered your marriage with Xia Xia today, why are you still working so late? The company supports so many people, yet it still lets you be this busy so late; I think the people in your company could stand to be replaced! Hurry and go back to Xinghai Villa with Xia Xia, treat Xia Xia well, do you hear me?"

Qiao Nainai rolls her eyes at Qiao Muting; how did such a cute and sweet-talking grandson grow up to be so annoying?

Not cute at all anymore.

Xia Xia is still the cute one!

Xia Xia can even watch dating variety shows with her and ship couples together!

Qiao Muting gives a hum, not saying anything else.

Qiao Nainai glares at him again, "Being able to marry Xia Xia is something you've accumulated virtue for several lifetimes to achieve! You better cherish her."

Qiao Muting frowns this time; he wants to know what kind of love potion Shu Xia fed his grandmother.

"Grandmother, I have already prepared the herbal packet for your foot soak just now; you must soak your feet before bed." Shu Xia is a bit worried, afraid that Qiao Nainai will forget to soak her feet while chasing the variety show.

Qiao Nainai nods like a pounding pestle, "Yes, yes, yes, I will listen to whatever Xia Xia says; I am going to soak my feet now."

Qiao Muting: "..."

There was no traffic on the road, and they arrived at Xinghai Villa after half an hour.

The two of them didn't say much on the way, and after entering the house, Qiao Muting saw the small suitcase in front of the door.

Such a small suitcase?

There is even something placed on top of the suitcase, looking like a rolled-up painting, appearing to exude a trace of an ancient and simple aura.

"There are four rooms on the second floor; I sleep in one of them, you pick one," Qiao Muting says to Shu Xia after changing into slippers.

Although they have registered their marriage and are husband and wife in name, he has no intention of touching her within these three years.

Moreover, after learning of her actions from Assistant Lin today after registering the marriage, he feels her motives are somewhat impure.

Shu Xia says okay and also changes into slippers.

Then she carries the suitcase upstairs.

Qiao Muting is behind her, pointing to one of the rooms and saying, "This is my room."

"Mm." Shu Xia walks inside and chooses a room separated from Qiao Muting's room by one other room.

She sees it very clearly; Qiao Muting does not want to have any involvement with her, so it is better for the two of them to have some distance.

She also does not want to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings.

Qiao Muting is somewhat surprised to see Shu Xia's cold and distant attitude toward him.

"It's getting late, I'm going to rest first, goodnight Mr. Qiao."

Shu Xia says to Qiao Muting before entering the room.

Then, Qiao Muting hears the sound of the door closing.

Qiao Muting's cold brows arch; coming back to his senses, he seems to have paid too much attention to her today; as long as she can make Grandmother happy, her existence is considered meaningful.

As for the rest.

It is not that important.

An hour later, after Shu Xia has taken out the things from her suitcase and arranged them, she goes to take a shower.

After blow-drying her hair, she lies on the bed and picks up her phone.

On the phone set to silent, there are 99+ missed calls, and WeChat has even more unread messages flooding the screen.

From discovering she had been reborn, to her flash marriage with Qiao Muting, and then seeing Qiao Nainai, now lying on the bed, she feels a sense of surreal trance.

At the very top is Fu Chenyan, who is still sending her WeChat messages even now.

Then there are Chen Xiuyue, Lin Guanda, and Lin Miao.

She taps on Qiao Nainai's WeChat below the others.

Qiao Nainai sent a photo of her foot soak and a voice message.

She taps on the voice message, "Xia Xia, Grandmother listened to you and soaked her feet; it feels so comfortable. Xia Xia, don't reply to me; I seem to be sleepy and am going to sleep first. By the way, if Mu Ting bullies you, just tell Grandmother, and Grandmother will deal with him!"

A warm current flows into Shu Xia's heart; she taps her slender fingers on the phone, replying "Thank you, Grandmother," and adds a goodnight GIF.

Then she taps on Fu Chenyan's WeChat.

A series of voice messages, one after another; from knowing each other in high school until now, he knows her very well.

The emojis sent are all kinds of aggrieved expressions, begging for hugs; the text sent is also heart-wrenching: "Wife, I don't know where I went wrong, but making my wife angry is my fault. Wife, don't ignore me, please pity me, say something to me, wife."

She didn't tap to listen to a single voice message.

She is afraid she will vomit if she listens to them.

Just as she exits to see what Chen Xiuyue said, Fu Chenyan's call comes through again.

She answers the call.

"Xia Xia, why have you been ignoring me all day? Since you said we were breaking up, I have been distracted and unable to eat; you know I can't live without you. Are you angry with me? Because I urged you to apologize to your uncle and aunt? Xia Xia, I did it all for your own good; you just returned to your uncle and aunt's side, you should get along well with them..."

Shu Xia recalled her past life; her obsession with pleasing Lin Guanda and the others had a great deal to do with Fu Chenyan as well.

She let out a cold sneer.

"Fu Chenyan."

"What is it, wifey? I knew you couldn't bear to see me sad."

On the other end of the phone, Fu Chenyan held his phone while raising his eyebrows, looking somewhat smug.

No one understood Shu Xia better than he did.

He had her completely figured out.

"There are so many things in this world worth learning, yet you chose to learn how to be a piece of trash! If you don't want the police to invite you for tea at the company where you work, return my one hundred thousand yuan within ten minutes."

After saying this coldly, Shu Xia hung up the phone.

A few days ago, Fu Chenyan said his family urgently needed money, and without asking for the reason, she had transferred the money given to her by her foster mother over the years, plus the one hundred thousand she had saved from working part-time throughout college.

This money was originally intended to be sent to her foster mother.

It was only after she was paralyzed in bed later that she found out he had used it to buy clothes and skincare products for Lin Miao.

Scum man and cheap woman, the two of them deserve to be locked together.

But her money, Fu Chenyan must return it!

Fu Chenyan looked at the hung-up phone, his handsome face filled with astonishment; had Shu Xia gone crazy?

Asking him to return the money?

He had already promised to go shopping at the mall with Lin Miao tomorrow, Saturday, and one hundred thousand yuan might not even be enough. Had he been spoiling her too much lately? Did it make her mistakenly think she could just say she wanted to break up with him, or did she think he was truly deeply in love with her?

It wouldn't take two days before she would take the initiative to apologize to him, and by then, she would listen to whatever he said.

He immediately opened Lin Miao's WeChat.

"Miaomiao, don't forget, tomorrow at twelve noon, see you at Gate 1 of Yueran Mall."