CHAPTER 12: CHAPTER 12: WASHING THE SHEETS ON THE WEDDING NIGHT

Sang Yu returned to her room and put the bankbook and her one thousand yuan into a box.

Lock it with a key.

"I didn’t expect she’d automatically hand over the bankbook to the family. That’s good. Also, she volunteers to wash dishes, that’s nice too. So far, I haven’t found anything not so good about her. I can keep observing."

However, it seemed like this man would sacrifice himself for a mission in the original story.

Considering he’s a decent person, she should pay more attention to him.

After all, if someone this good survives, he can serve the people.

Sang Yu felt that she had digested her meal enough and was preparing to take a bath, but she suddenly remembered she didn’t have clothes to change into.

Because she didn’t bring the old clothes from home, it was a mistake.

She planned to borrow some from Jiang Jingming.

But when she found that Jiang Jingming wasn’t in his room, she looked around and walked to the backyard.

She saw Jiang Jingming taking a shower.

At that moment, he was leaning his head back, letting water pour over him.

The water cascaded down over his well-defined pecs, his abs, and then all the way to...

Why is everything about this man so... big...

Sang Yu’s face turned red instantly, and she immediately turned around and ran away.

When Jiang Jingming noticed something, he only saw a glimpse of Sang Yu’s clothing.

He glanced down at his own body, stark naked.

His face also turned red; he was used to bathing here and had forgotten about the woman at home.

Sang Yu sat in the living room, continuously patting her face, with that scene she just saw replaying in her mind.

It was too thrilling, really too exciting.

When Jiang Jingming came in dressed, he saw Sang Yu patting her face, mumbling something to herself.

Upon seeing Jiang Jingming, Sang Yu immediately pretended nothing had happened.

But her face, as red as an apple, betrayed her.

Jiang Jingming, who initially felt a bit awkward, couldn’t help but smile at Sang Yu’s reaction.

"Well, um, I actually came to borrow some clothes from you," Sang Yu said, her eyes dodging his gaze.

There was no avoiding it, or she’d end up like Doraemon.

Just like how men enjoy watching sports.

"No need, I bought some for you."

When he heard that Sang Yu was wearing old clothes at home, he thought of buying them for her.

When he went to the commercial market after sending off his great aunt and them this afternoon, he bought a few sets of clothes.

"Hmm?" Sang Yu looked up abruptly.

Then Jiang Jingming took a few bags from the cabinet in the living room.

"I didn’t know what style of clothes you like, so I just bought a few random ones. You can go buy more whenever you have time."

Sang Yu took the bags and mentally added another point.

So considerate.

"Thank you."

"You’re welcome."

Sang Yu took the clothes upstairs.

Looking at the clothes Jiang Jingming bought for her, they seemed to be the most popular styles at the moment, quite fashionable.

This must have cost quite a bit of money; it seems like the man is willing to spend money, which is nice.

There was also a set of sleepwear, which felt very comfortable to the touch.

Sang Yu took the sleepwear to the second-floor bathroom and took a shower.

Jiang Jingming sat in the living room, hearing the sound of water from the bathroom upstairs, suddenly feeling a bit thirsty, and took a few gulps of water.

...

"Brother Jiang, let’s have a baby together?"

The girl, wearing very little, lay on his chest.

Her doe-like eyes looked at him, pure and beautiful, making him want to ruin that innocence.

The girl’s skin was smooth and tender, a stark contrast between her fair skin and his dark arm.

The strong impact shattered Jiang Jingming’s years of self-control.

He flipped over, pressing the girl beneath him.

Indulging in her passionately.

Suddenly, Jiang Jingming opened his eyes, feeling the change underneath him, a look of disgust flashed in his eyes.

He got up from the bed, took the sheet and comforter to the first floor to wash.

At this time, Sang Yu hadn’t slept yet; perhaps she had napped too much in the afternoon and couldn’t sleep at night.

She was drawing, and upon hearing the commotion downstairs, felt curious.

Upon opening the window, she saw Jiang Jingming washing things in the backyard.

This man is so diligent? Washing things in the middle of the night?

...

Song Jiajia crawled out from under the covers, and Lu Hao lay beside her, sighing contentedly.

She glanced at Lu Hao. In her previous life after marrying Jiang Jingming, she hadn’t experienced such things.

But she heard aunties from the apartment building say the men in the houses were quite powerful.

She was curious, so was it right that it took less than ten minutes from start to finish?

Is it because they had just gotten married?

Song Jiajia nudged Lu Hao: "Brother Lu, let’s do it again."

Even if it was short, little by little, it might get better.

Lu Hao waved her off: "No, let’s sleep, I have to work tomorrow."

He turned over and fell asleep.

Song Jiajia gritted her teeth at Lu Hao’s back, what’s going on?

Aren’t men supposed to be more enthusiastic about these things?

That lousy job, what’s so great about a temporary position?

But thinking that Lu Hao would become wealthy in the future, she decided to endure.

Thinking of having endless money in the future, she fell asleep contentedly.

...

"So noisy!"

Song Jiajia was woken up by noises in the courtyard early in the morning.

Lu Hao irritably nudged Song Jiajia: "Get up."

Song Jiajia: "Why get up so early?"

At home, she always got up close to noon.

"What do you think, of course, to make breakfast," Lu Hao frowned, somewhat regretting marrying Song Jiajia.

Even though she has money, she obviously seems like a spoiled princess, not as obedient as Sang Yu seems.

"Make breakfast?" Song Jiajia looked at Lu Hao.

Lu Hao took a deep breath and tried to speak calmly: "You’re the new wife; since you married me, you should take care of the family,

my grandma and grandpa are old, you should get up early to make breakfast for them."

Song Jiajia was shocked, looking at Lu Hao: "What?"

"What’s wrong? You’re unwilling? Didn’t you say you’d take good care of my family when you married me?

Was that a lie?" Lu Hao squinted his eyes.

He didn’t know why Song Jiajia wanted to marry him.

But as long as she married him, she had to listen to him.

Song Jiajia was extremely reluctant.

She hadn’t cooked at home, and now she had to serve those two old people here.

But seeing Lu Hao’s suspicious look, Song Jiajia had to say, "Sorry, Brother Lu,

I just didn’t catch on right away, I’ll get up now."

If not for the promise of his future wealth, she would have cursed him already.

Lu Hao, seeing Song Jiajia being reasonable, finally looked a bit better.

Now that she had married him, regardless of what life she led before, she had to listen to him and serve him well.

The entire Lu Family had to serve him, and Song Jiajia was no exception.