Having their own new home, Song Weiyi was so elated, she didn't even fuss about being framed or sabotaged.
She pushed open the door to a dark room and couldn't find the light switch on the wall, so she raised her voice to ask Pei Yibai behind her, "Isn't the switch usually near the door in this house?"
Pei Yibai was taken aback but quickly caught on, "Hmm."
"Oh, where is it then? I'll use my phone to look for it."
Moments later, the lights were on, revealing a living room furnished with a simple monochrome sofa set. The space wasn't large but was tastefully decorated.
"I've got to take a good look around my new home. You take care of the luggage!"
Song Weiyi tossed these words behind her and scampered off, bubbling with excitement.
The pink suitcase felt hot to the touch, and Pei Yibai hadn't really seen even a trace of discontent for the environment in his little wife from the road to now, leaving him somewhat speechless. Still taking a tour?
He dragged the suitcase to the bedroom, where there was a large bed, a wardrobe, and a writing desk.
"The surroundings are really nice, and you can see across the Qing River too. This is fantastic." At the door, Song Weiyi's exuberant voice reached Pei Yibai's ears.
He casually placed the suitcase aside and glanced at his little wife, "Don't you think it's very small?"
The little girl shook her head vigorously. "Not at all, it's just right for us. A big house would be hard to manage and so inconvenient!"
As she spoke, she patted her right hand, then her left, full of aspiration to be the paragon of a three-virtues woman, determined to tidy up the house earnestly!
Upon closer inspection of the bed across the room, the house was tidied up impeccably, even the quilt on the bed was folded neatly—such a surprise.
She knew well that her older brother, Fu Xiuyan, didn't have this quirk and was even secretly criticized by the house staff for his notorious messiness.
Ah, how impressive she was to have picked up such a gem, Song Weiyi felt even happier.
As for that overly neat bed...
Song Weiyi felt a bit dumbfounded, for she would be sleeping on it tonight, wouldn't she? Could something happen?
Partly expectant, mostly bashful.
Though she felt things were moving too fast, she wasn't resistant at all. Her husband was a great pick, why resist something so good!
"Didn't you say you were hungry earlier? What would you like to eat?" Pei Yibai didn't notice Song Weiyi's little scheme and glanced at the suitcase on the floor, eventually not continuing.
Clearly lacking the knack for organizing clothes.
Upon hearing his question, Song Weiyi's expression brightened again. "You're cooking? You can cook? My gosh, that's unbelievable!"
She looked at him, her eyes almost sparkling.
Pei Yibai had a full face of dismay. That was too much adoration. "No, order takeout."
Song Weiyi responded with an "Oh" and didn't feel disappointed.
It's normal for a man not to know how to cook. The husband was already so perfect, she couldn't ask for too much. She was easy to please.
"Then I'll cook for you. My cooking is really not bad, you know." The little woman spoke with pride, determined to let him know that marrying her was no loss for him.
Pei Yibai's lips curled upward as he moved towards Song Weiyi. His shadow spread across the floor, and standing beside him, Song Weiyi suddenly felt quite a bit shorter.
"Silly, it's so late, why bother cooking?" He took her hand and walked toward the living room.
Half an hour later, the takeout arrived: potato stewed meat, along with stir-fried choy sum.
"It smells so good, I'm really hungry," Song Weiyi inhaled deeply, looking forward to the takeout boxes.
She had been running around since noon, had only a little bit for lunch due to lack of appetite, and had no chance to eat dinner, now she was truly hungry.
Plus, in a good mood, everything tasted delicious, and the simple two dishes were like delicacies of mountains and seas to her, even Pei Yibai found his appetite improved because of her.
"I'll clean up this trash, you go have a shower," Song Weiyi offered after dinner.
After tidying up the house a bit, she sat on the sofa and felt a different sense of belonging, this was going to be her home from now on!
Hearing the pitter-patter of water in the bathroom, Song Weiyi's heart beat like a drum, what might happen soon? Would he press her against the wall like they do in the TV shows?
Ah, just the thought made her blush, Song Weiyi, has your brain been dipped in paint?
"What are you thinking about? Your face is so red?" The bathroom door opened with a clang, and Pei Yibai, his hair still dripping, walked out in his pajamas.
Song Weiyi, lost in her fantasies, was taken aback by his sudden appearance.
"Ah, how did you finish showering so quickly? There wasn't any noise at all," Song Weiyi said, patting her chest, her gaze involuntarily rising, and the air filled with the fragrance of shower gel.
Under the light, Pei Yibai approached closer and closer, especially just after the shower, he was incredibly sexy.
"No noise? Didn't you hear it?" Pei Yibai asked her, looking surprised.
The house's soundproofing wasn't very good, and Song Weiyi, coming to her senses, hurriedly nodded her head stammeringly. "Heard... heard it."
"Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?" He said, raising his hand to her forehead.
It was indeed a bit hot but not feverish.
Song Weiyi's cheeks reddened even more, suspect in color, as she pushed his hand away. "No, it's just a bit hot, I'm going to take a shower," she said.
Without waiting for his reply, she hurriedly ran into the bathroom.
She hadn't expected this small apartment to have a fairly large bathroom, with a bathtub, and a large mirror embedded in the wall.
Song Weiyi stood in front of the mirror, examining her face and figure, and thought she actually looked okay; she shouldn't worry, she should have confidence in herself!
To have a good start, Song Weiyi washed her hair, took a bath, and made herself smell nice and fragrant.
However, when it came time to put on her clothes, after looking around, she realized in her haste to avoid Pei Yibai, she had forgotten her clothes!
At that moment, Song Weiyi wanted to cry without tears.
She quietly cracked the door open a slit and didn't see anyone in the living room; did that mean he was in the bedroom?
Now she suddenly felt the downside of the small house, if she sneaked out to get her clothes, she might still be seen.
Standing at the doorway, Song Weiyi hesitated for a moment but was quickly persuaded by the confidence inside her.
It's not some random man; it's your husband, what are you being shy about?
Later on, you'll sleep on the same bed, and in the future, you'll have kids together, stop being so overly sensitive!
"Hey, Pei... Pei Yibai."
The man in the room came out. At the bathroom door, he saw a head poking out from inside, its complexion steamed to a rosy and tender pink by the steam.
"I didn't grab my clothes, help me," she said, before quickly retreating her head back in, leaning against the door, panting heavily.