"Zuni– what the fuck?" Song Jingren paused in his footsteps as he glanced at his wife.
Zuni turned to look at him with a bright smile on her face. "Hubby, the mall where I lost my clothes and your sparkling black card, they sent our stuff back." She twirled in her extravagant dress and asked, "How do I look? Do I look like a typical housewife?"
"I didn't know you wanted to be a housewife, " Song Jingren commented.
"Becoming your wife was my only goal in my life, " Zuni winked at him. "Quickly praise me, husband."
"Go change your clothes. You look ridiculous, "Song Jingren said. She really looked ridiculous wearing that elegant qipao, pearl earrings, long hair in an elegant bun and those heels again. It wasn't that she didn't look beautiful. She was an extremely beautiful woman, to begin with. Even in rags, she could still top the list of beautiful women.
But these clothes weren't Zuni's style. She looked like one of those elegant socialite wives that businessmen show on their arms like a trophy.
"Husband, can you please appreciate my efforts?" Zuni pouted. "I changed my dressing, walking and even talking style for you. I am doing my best to be a good wife to you. I will learn well. I promise I won't embarrass you. I know I'm a nutcase but I will try to be better for you."
Song Jingren looked at her with an uncomfortable gaze and held her shoulders as he said, "Zuni, come with me." He made her sit on the edge of the bed and sat on the floor while holding her hand. "You need to stop doing all these things. I don't like you changing yourself."
"I just want to change myself because I want you to like me again, " Zuni said in a small voice.
"When I liked you in the past, I liked you for your ridiculous confidence, daredevil attitude, wild attitude and for you, " Song Jingren said. "If I want to have those trophy wives, I could have gotten several. Don't change yourself on my account. You are best the way you are. What we have right now is just a contract marriage. Under no condition, it's going to be anything more than this. So, stop doing all these things that only gonna make me sick of you."
"Alright, " Zuni said in a low voice. She stood up and entered the bathroom and after that, she came into a new pair of clothes. A white oversized hoodie and shorts. Her face was devoid of any kind of makeup. She didn't talk to him after that and took his spare laptop and began surfing the internet.
When she didn't talk for an hour, Song Jingren grew anxious. He was working from home. When he looked at her silent figure on the couch, he sighed again. She wasn't moving at all, only seriously looking at the laptop screen.
Did he scold her too hard?
Should he coax her again?
What excuse should he use to talk to her?
After a while, an idea struck him as he asked, "What do you want for lunch?"
"Nothing, I'm busy, " Zuni said curtly.
"What are you busy with? Playing another online game?" Song Jingren asked his wife.
"No, I'm looking for a job, " Zuni told him. "It's so tough for a high school passer like me to find a job these days."
"Wait a minute, why do you even need a job?" Song Jingren asked her. Wasn't she a local tycoon splurging his hard-earned wealth everywhere she goes?
She looked at her in impatience and said, "Baobei, don't ask questions, alright! I'm not in a good mood, to begin with. If you keep on asking me, I'm gonna cry." Suddenly, she looked as if she was on the verge of crying and said, "My mom disowned me. Freeze all my cards. My brothers announced they are withdrawing from taking responsibility for raising me. I can't go to your stupid villa in fear of those killers who gonna kill you while I will be asleep there. You won't give me your black card. Do you know how many problems I have? Sometimes, I feel like I'm the pitiful female lead while you are the scumbag male lead who won't value me until I'm dead or gone. My worst fear is coming true: I need to work! I need to find a job. I don't even have a graduation certificate. Who will give me a job?"
Suddenly, Song Jingren felt as if his wife was really very pitiful. Wait a minute, she went to university!
"Why don't you have a graduation diploma?" Song Jingren couldn't help but ask.
"Baobei, I have backlogs of all semesters, " Zuni said in a small voice. "I was so busy falling in love that I didn't get time for studying. Now I'm suffering."
"This is why they should ban puppy love in colleges too, " Song Jingren said through gritted teeth.
"Hubby, you are older and wiser. I'm stupid and dumb. Take responsibility, give me a job, " Zuni cried. Her pitiful mode activated as she said. "I have skills. I have one particular skill. Your company needs a polyglot. I can speak many languages. Please, give me a job!"
When she was looking at the laptop, she was thinking of a way to ask him to get her a job. She might not have other skills but she could speak several languages. Chinese, Korean, Japanese, English, French and a couple of more. She knew many languages.
"Hubby, I will be your secretary, " Zuni suggested. I will wear that tight little skirt like those women in your office and do the job of a translator. I will be your personal little translator."
"Scram!" Song Jingren replied to her in one word.
"Okay, " Zuni said in a small voice and turned to leave the room with a bowed head.
"Wait, you can submit your resume. If you get selected by the selection team, I don't mind. But getting a job through the back door in my company, not possible!" Song Jingren informed.