Chapter 68 - 68 68 Kicked Out by My Wife, In a Bad Mood

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Kicked Out by My Wife, In a Bad Mood Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Kicked Out by My Wife, In a Bad Mood Shen Mingzhu slept until the sky was bright before she got up.

After opening the window to breathe a few breaths of fresh air and stretching a big lazy stretch, Shen Mingzhu was in a good mood and opened the door to go wash up.

But as soon as she opened the door, she smelled the scent of steamed buns.

Following the aroma, she arrived at the kitchen doorway just in time to see the steaming pot billowing with white steam, and then she turned to see Pei Yang, wearing an apron and washing something at the sink.

She smiled in pleasant surprise and greeted him,

“Good morning.”

Pei Yang glanced at her and grunted in response.

Cold and indifferent.

Shen Mingzhu retracted her smile and silently turned to go to the bathroom to wash up.

As she brushed her teeth, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and thought that if she were the one kicked out of the room to sleep on the sofa, her temper would have been worse than Pei Yang’s.

So, when she finished washing up and sat down at the table for breakfast, even though the buns tasted awful, she still enthusiastically gave a thumbs-up in praise.

“The buns are really good.

I didn’t expect you to have such culinary skills.”

Pei Yang lowered his head to sip some millet porridge and said blandly, “Bought from the bun shop across from the family compound.”

“…Bought them, huh?

I thought you made them.

They’re open today, despite it being only the fourth day?”

“Maybe the boss got kicked out of his room by his wife last night, couldn’t sleep, so he got up and made buns to sell.”

“…”

Alright, she shouldn’t have spoken.

Just quietly eat the buns.

Pei Ziheng took a bite of a bun and frowned in disgust, “Tastes awful.”

Pei Yang patted his son’s head with a serious tone, “If you get kicked out by your wife late at night and are in a bad mood, of course, the buns you make won’t taste good.”

Shen Mingzhu: “…”

Damn, could she even continue eating these buns?

That’s when Pei Yang suddenly looked at her, “Why aren’t you eating?

Do you think they taste bad too?”

“No, I think they’re pretty good.”

After speaking, she bit a large chunk, her cheeks puffing out pale and round, looking as cute as a little hamster.

Pei Yang stared at her for a while and pushed the buns closer to her, “If they’re good, eat a couple more.

Anyway, Ziheng and I didn’t sleep well last night and don’t have much of an appetite.

You slept well, right?”

“…”

These buns just became inedible.

After consuming an indigestible breakfast, the family of three dressed neatly, grabbed their things, and headed out to pay a New Year’s visit to Pei Wenping’s house.

Once outside, Pei Yang was no longer as sarcastic as he had been at breakfast, but he still looked gloomy and not in high spirits.

Like a big dog that hadn’t gotten a bone.

Taking advantage of the fact that the bus hadn’t arrived yet, Shen Mingzhu took the initiative to move closer to the man, “Um, why don’t you sleep in the room tonight?”

Pei Yang looked down at her condescendingly, “What about you?”

Shen Mingzhu pulled up her scarf to cover half of her face, revealing only a pair of doe-like eyes that blinked cutely, “I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

Pei Yang scoffed and turned his head away, “It’s just as well not sleeping in that bed.”

Shen Mingzhu: “…”

Forget it then.

Pei Ziheng, looking at the two acting awkwardly, shook his head inwardly.

Stupid Dad, why don’t you just get the room first and then find a way to trick her into it?

——

Upon arriving at Pei Wenping’s house, though the couple put on a facade of marital bliss, Pei Wenping, with her keen eyes and past experience, saw right through it.

However, she didn’t call them out on the spot but waited until no one was paying attention to pull Pei Yang aside for a chat.

“What’s going on with you and Mingzhu?”

“What do you mean what’s going on?

Everything’s fine.”

“Fine my ass!

I raised you myself, I know whether you’re farting or shitting just by the way you twitch your ass.”

“Sis, you’re supposed to be an educated person.

Why are you still talking like a rude kid?

Aren’t you afraid of setting a bad example for Lulu and Chaochao?”

“Mind your own business about how I teach them.

I’m telling you, if you dare to bully Mingzhu, even if Mom’s not around anymore, I’ll still be here to deal with you!”

To describe Pei Yang’s feelings in four words, he felt extremely wronged.

“How would I dare bully her?

If anything, she’s more likely to bully me.”

“Don’t give me that crap!

You’ve been gone for nearly half a year; do you think Mingzhu has had an easy time managing everything on her own?

Taking care of the kids, keeping house, trying to bring in some money, and even enrolling in self-study courses for her degree.

Someone as competent and ambitious as her is hard to find with a lantern; if you drive her away, you might as well not come back!”

“…”

Pei Yang was curious about what exactly his delicate little wife had been up to at home, which was even more pressing to him than the injustice of being misunderstood by his own sister.

But Pei Wenping was too busy to chat; she gave him a good scolding and went off to prepare lunch.

In the living room, Shen Mingzhu was helping Chen Xiaolu and Chen Xiaochao with their winter holiday homework when suddenly a shadow appeared beside her.

She instinctively turned her head and was slightly surprised to see Pei Yang.

This was the first time since morning that the jerk had taken the initiative to approach her.

Pei Yang was also looking at her, with a laugh in his deep eyes that seemed to dissipate all the previous displeasure.

“Mingzhu, how about we go to the department store this afternoon?”

While watching his niece and nephew doing their homework, Pei Yang whispered into her ear.

His warm breath tickled her ear, causing Shen Mingzhu to involuntarily shift to the side.

“What do you want to buy?”

“We’ll see when we get there.”

“The tickets and money are at home.”

“After lunch, we’ll ride my sister’s motorbike, and we can stop by home to pick up the tickets and money.”

Shen Mingzhu glanced at him, “Do you know how to ride a motorbike?

You got a license?”

She wouldn’t ride with an unlicensed driver; if she broke an arm or a leg in an accident, who would she complain to?

Pei Yang was amused by her cautiousness, “Relax, I not only have a motorbike license, but a car license as well.”

Shen Mingzhu’s face showed surprise, her moist almond eyes slightly widening, her eyelashes fluttering like two beautiful little fans, melting Pei Yang’s heart.

He wanted so much to present her with the best things in the world just to see her smile happily.

“In a couple of days, I’ll borrow a car, and we can take a drive out of town.”

Shen Mingzhu was tempted but also feared the cold.

As she hesitated, the man said, “There’s a hot springs village near Xinlong.

If you want to take a soak, we can go there for a visit.”

Soaking in the hot springs in winter was just too lovely.

Shen Mingzhu agreed without a second thought.

After lunch, the two of them rode Pei Wenping’s motorbike back to their housing complex to get the tickets and money.

No sooner had they entered the gates of the complex than they were stopped by Shen Baolan.