Chapter 9-Dear, You Can't Throw Your Underpants in This Way

Chen Kexin knew nothing about his wife's previous lifestyle.

Therefore, when he saw the messy bed she left and disordered clothes she wore the previous day, Wang Weixi felt dizzy.

Chen Kexin stepped out of the bathroom in a good mood. She wore a pink princess dress with half-dry hair. Without any makeup, she looked extremely pure and fresh. Actually, she impressed people with neatness. Wang Weixi had thought that Chen Kexin had been exhausted over the past few days, so she had behaved abnormally. For example, she was unwilling to grab clothes from the wardrobe while she was on the bed, and sometimes she covered herself with the bed sheet.

Today, Chen Kexin still called her husband in. She lay prone on the bed like a gecko and asked Wang Weixi to take clothes for her.

Seeing Wang Weixi standing there, Chen Kexin asked in puzzlement. "Dear, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Weixi forced a smile with resignation and pointed at the messy bed, asking, "Sweetheart, this bed..."

Chen Kexin glanced at the bed and responded with a calm look. "What's wrong?" It sounded like the bed should be in a mess like this.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Faced with his wife's innocent expression, Wang Weixi did not know how to reply.

"Alas..." He sighed deeply and started to clear it.

Wang Weixi was clean, so he liked to mop the floor every day, even though it was not dirty. Their kitchen was also spotless without any oil stain. He scrubbed out every corner of the bedroom. But the bed became the messiest place over the last few days. It was not because they made love on it, but because Chen Kexin was glued to the bed and messed it up.

Chen Kexin suddenly realized her "bad" behavior and scratched her neck, saying awkwardly, "Honey, sorry, I always make the bed so messy..."

Wang Weixi raised his head and responded with a gentle smile, "It's OK, as long as you rest well." Although he was not clear about his wife's previous lifestyle, he knew that it was normal that a spoiled miss had maids do those things. Thinking of it, Wang Weixi thought he should forgive Chen Kexin's bad habit.

After all, Chen Kexin was a miss who had been in clover for years. Hearing what Wang Weixi said, she felt relieved and immediately said in a sweet tone, "Dear, you're nice."

For Wang Weixi, his world would become brilliant as long as he saw his wife's smile, so he only chuckled and kept tidying the bedroom. He lowered his head, picked up the clothes on the bed, and hung them inside the wardrobe. Those were backup clothes Chen Kexin had not chosen in the morning.

Chen Kexin idly sat in front of her computer desk, unfolded her laptop and searched the Web for her favorite TV series.

Clearing up piles of clothes on the bed, Wang Weixi noticed a small black lace item and frowned. The little white skirt fell from his hands.

Closing his eyes, Wang Weixi hoped that he was in the dream, but as he opened up again, he found the black underpants still lying under the pillow.

Wang Weixi clenched his hands and exhaled deeply. He tilted his head and stared at his wife who was absorbed in an unknown Korean drama, shouting awkwardly. "Dear..."

Chen Kexin wore earphones and indulged herself in cheerful sound, ignoring Wang Weixi's words.

"Hey, dear..." Wang Weixi raised his voice and shouted.

Then he heard Chen Kexin's laughter.

Wang Weixi tried to take a deep breath, came to his wife calmly, and took off her earphones. Then the voice disappeared, Chen Kexin raised her head with surprise but saw her husband's restrained face.

"Dear, what's up?" Chen Kexin, who had not realized her mistake, held Wang Weixi's waist and rubbed against his chest, saying coyly, "Honey, do you want to chat with me?" For her, this was the only thing Wang Weixi probably would do.

When Wang Weixi lowered his head and saw his gentle and adorable wife, his anger vanished. He only replied with a hint of resignation, "Dear, come to the bed." Now Wang Weixi suddenly had a wonderful feeling like a father leading his daughter.

Chen Keren widened her eyes and said in surprise. "Why?"

Wang Weixi dragged her to the bed and pointed toward her black underpants, saying, "Honey, what is this?"

Chen Keren chuckled and beat against Wang Weixi's chest, saying, "Bad guy, you know it."

Wang Weixi felt somewhat embarrassed and hesitated for a while before he spoke. "But, it should be put in the washing machine, right? You... can't put in under the pillow..." "And, this is my pillow," He added inwardly in a resentful tone.

Chen Kexin pursed her lips and thought for a while. Then she raised her head and caught her husband's complicated eyes, saying with fear. "Dear, you got mad? Sorry... I used to throw things around... because my servants would clear them up." The more she spoke, the less confidence she had.

This was Chen Kexin's way of life. She had lived a carefree life for many years. Even when she went to college, she lived in a villa near the school, served by her servants. It was not an overstatement to say that she was a good-for-nothing.

Wang Weixi looked down at Chen Kexin who wore an apologetic expression. Every time he saw her revealing such a look, he could not bear to blame her. Raising his hand and gently stroking her hair, Wang Weixi said in a pleasant tone, "Of course I'm not mad at you. But dear, we haven't hired a nanny here and don't have maids serving you as you did in your father's house, so you have to learn to do housework by yourself, OK?"

Hearing this, Chen Kexin lowered her eyes deeper. "OK."

Wang Weixi sighed, held her in his arms and comforted her, "I looked fierce just now, and scared you. Sorry, I apologize to you. Shall we go out to have a good meal tonight?"

Chen Kexin shook her head and said, "I know that I am too naughty. Dear, I'm sorry... I'll learn to do those things..."

Wang Weixi nodded, "Oh, my lovely girl."

He loosened his hands but saw that his wife was still unhappy. He thought this sudden constraint and demand would always be unacceptable. Just like doing the dishes, Chen Kexin had done it before, but in the future, she would eventually become a real housewife.

Thinking of this, Wang Weixi felt that he was too harsh. "In fact, I won't let you do anything, except that you need to put your dirty clothes into the washing machine, and I will do your laundry."

It was said that a man could not wash a woman's close-fitting clothing, which would bring bad luck to the man and ruined his career. And the others would hold that such a guy was a loser, not a man. But in Wang Weixi's eyes, a real man must love his woman. Even though she went too far, he was unable to vent his anger on her. If there was something she did not know, he could teach her.

At least, unlike the other rich girls, Chen Kexin was willing to correct it if she realized her mistake. She was indolent but she was not arrogant and unreasonable. Wang Weixi, who was content with his life, chosen to accept everything that Chen Kexin did at this moment.

As Wang Weixi expected, after hearing what he said, Chen Kexin instantly smiled and said, "Honey, you are so good!”

Wang Weixi squeezed her face and said, "Okay, go and watch TV."

Chen Kexin nodded. She turned around, cheerfully trotted away and sat down in front of her computer.

Wang Weix shook his head, picked up the small underpants, and walked into the bathroom.

After doing the laundry, he made the bed. Looking at the pillow with some helpless resentment revealed in his eyes, he removed the pillowcase and started doing the washing again.

The night fell. After everything was done, Wang Weixi lay on the bed and took a nap. When he woke up, it was already six o'clock. He rose to make a dinner. When he passed by his wife, he glanced at the computer screen and his eyes almost bulged out. "She is watching a Japanese anime full of amour, and it's about gay couples." He swept over Chen Kexin's smiling face in shock. It seemed that she was so absorbed in and even had not perceived her husband's horrified look.

Wang Weixi turned to open the door calmly, walked out of the room, closed the door, and took a deep breath. "How hardcore my wife is..." he sighed and then stepped into the kitchen.

He grabbed some rice, washed it, and put it into the rice cooker. Then he opened the refrigerator and picked some vegetables. He quickly rinsed the vegetables and cut them up. Turning on the gas stove, he started cooking. Soon, a strong aroma pervaded the whole kitchen.

Chen Kexin only knew how to eat. If she saw that her husband was so skilled in cooking, she would probably exclaim in admiration in the kitchen for a good while.

Wang Weixi turned down the fire and then he drew to the refrigerator and opened it. There were still a few leftovers. Since Chen Kexin said that she did not eat leftovers, Wang Weixi, who always cooked more than they ate, began to upset about how to deal with this.

Wang Weixi was accustomed to a frugal life, like Chen Kexin who got used to her luxury life. Facing the new changes in life, they all felt at a loss, but unlike Chen Kexin, he chosen to be tolerant and even accustomed to his wife's lifestyle and hid the things he was unable to accept.

Therefore, he had no choice but to dump all the leftovers. If his mother knew it, she would probably put him down. Wang Weix shook his head and started doing the dishes.

After he cleared the dishes away, the meal was done. Wang Weix washed his hands, carried rice and dishes to the table, and set the chopsticks. Then he called toward the room, "Sweetheart, come and have dinner."

Chen Kexin somewhat reluctantly paused the anime video and slowly shuffled into the kitchen.

"You must be hungry, come and sit." Wang Weixi urged.

Chen Kexin nodded, but she stared at the dishes and had no appetite.

Wang Weixi put a piece of meat in his wife's bowl and said in a considerate tone, "Sweetheart, you should eat more."

Chen Kexin did not pick up the chopsticks.

Wang Weixi had a mouthful of rice and looked up, but he saw Chen Kexin have no appetite.

"What's wrong?" Wang Weixi immediately asked.

Chen Kexin curled her lip and said, "Dear... I want to eat seafood."

Wang Weixi was stunned. He looked at the dishes he cooked and said awkwardly, "You want to eat seafood... I will make it tomorrow, OK? I have fixed dinner tonight..." The distressed expression was revealed on his face.

Chen Kexin's lips puckered and she said unwillingly, "OK..." The lasting syllable sounded harsh.

After eating for a while, Wang Weixi saw Chen Kexin had hardly eaten anything. He settled his mind with resignation and put down the tableware, saying, "If you don't like it, then let me take you to eat seafood."

Chen Kexin raised her head with joy and asked with expectation, "Really?"

Wang Weixi nodded and responded with a gentle smile, "Of course it's true. When did I fool you?"

Chen Kexin rose and said delightedly. "Great, I know my husband loves me most." Then she came to hug him, saying coyly, "Dear, thank you."

Wang Weixi smiled without saying anything. After Chen Kexin put on makeup, Wang Weixi took her hand and left home.

Their apartment was not far from the Seafood City, so when Wang Weixi suggested going there on foot, Chen Kexin agreed. The cool breeze blew on the wide street. Raising their heads, they saw the starry sky was quiet and deep. Chen Kexin loosened her hold on his hand and then hooked her arm around his. Wang Weixi only smiled at her.

When arriving at the Seafood City, Chen Kexin said that she wanted to eat crabs, so they chose a shop and walked inside.

At the dining table, seeing Chen Kexin's contented expression, Wang Weixi felt satisfied.

A man who could let his woman keep such a smile at all times, then he was successful. At least it went with least as a husband.

When the night became darker, the couple came out of the Seafood City. Chen Kexin was a little sleepy.

"Dear, I am so sleepy." She yawned while leaning against his chest.

Wang Weixi chuckled and said, "Well, dear, climb to my back. I will carry you, then you can sleep."

"Will you be tired?" Chen Kexin blinked big eyes and asked in a playful tone.

Wang Weix shook his head and said, "Of course not. I still think you are too thin. You'd better eat more and grow into fatty, then I will be comfortable to hold you."

Chen Kexin grinned and then came to her husband's back. Wang Weixi crouched down and said, "Come on, dear."

Chen Kexin nodded, "One, two, three, I'm on it." When she finished her words, she jumped up. Wang Weixi carried her and slowly straightened up. "Oh, honey, have a good sleep."

Chen Kexin rested her head on Wang Weixi's back with a happy smile and slowly closed her eyes.

"Dear, you are so good."

She said and gradually fell asleep. Wang Weixi turned to looked at Chen Kexin who slept soundly. A smile lifted up the corner of his mouth.

Back to their apartment, he put his wife on the bed and covered her with the quilt before he took a shower. Then he climbed into bed and slept peacefully.