yournovel Chapter 338 My Real Wife Still Cares About Me
Chapter 338 My Real Wife Still Cares About Me
Chapter 338 My Real Wife Still Cares About Me
Yu Huan laughed heartily and said, "Then tonight I'll give the female celebrity a massage and make her feel very comfortable, how about that?"
Lin Yourong, who was originally leaning against the passenger seat, sat up abruptly the moment she heard these words.
As she raised the backrest, she turned her head, her eyes filled with reproach, and glared at Yu Huan, saying irritably, "Can't you be serious for once!"
Ji Meng released the handbrake, shifted into reverse, and a smile she couldn't help but chuckle appeared on her face: "Could you two discuss your little romantic gestures in private?"
Seeing their reactions, Yu Huan scratched his head speechlessly and said, "What do you mean, 'talk in private'? What's wrong with me giving my wife a massage?"
These two women have clearly misunderstood.
Yu Huan gripped the headrests of the two seats in front of him with both hands, coughed slightly, and tried to change the subject: "How did the battle go this afternoon?"
As Ji Meng leisurely reversed the car, she slowly said, "I lost 140, and Rongrong won more than 200."
"I won fifty," Yu Huan said with a smile. "It's my first time winning money playing cards, so I'll treat you to milk tea."
The streetlights in the farm were spaced far apart, and their dim yellow light could only barely illuminate a small area, where the shadowy figures of trees could be vaguely seen.
Ji Meng drove the same model BMW slowly forward, weaving through the night, but she said, "I don't think Rongrong will drink it, because her calorie intake is a bit too high today."
Lin Yourong picked up the conversation and said softly, "If you want to drink some, just stop by the milk tea shop when you pass by on your way into the city. I won't drink any."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan asked Ji Meng, "Ji Meng, what do you think?"
She was actually somewhat tempted, but after a moment's thought, she shook her head and said, "Rongrong doesn't drink it even though she puts fat on her breasts and butt, so I definitely can't drink it either, lest I end up with a barrel waist."
Before she could finish speaking, Yu Huan couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Lin Yourong rolled her eyes speechlessly, too lazy to get involved in the topic. She reached her right hand under the seat and touched the seat back adjuster.
Yu Huan, who was sitting in the middle, noticed that the backrest he was resting on with his right hand had fallen down, so he quickly moved to the back of the driver's seat.
Yu Huan tilted her head slightly and glanced at Lin Yourong's soft profile in the dim light.
Seeing her give a slight yawn, he asked gently, "Wife, are you sleepy?"
"I'll close my eyes and rest for a while." With that, Lin Yourong slowly closed her eyes.
"Oh," Yu Huan replied, leaning back in her seat.
A warm breeze swept through every corner of the car, creating a cozy atmosphere that made one feel drowsy.
The air seemed to become exceptionally quiet at that moment, with only the slight sound of the wind and the car driving around them.
After a day of activities, I did feel quite tired.
As Yu Huan leaned back in her seat, she could feel a wave of weariness washing over her.
The same model BMW paused briefly in front of the guard booth, waiting for the barrier gate to rise slowly.
Ji Meng turned the steering wheel to the left and slowly drove the vehicle out of the farm.
She glanced casually at the rearview mirror and happened to see Yu Huan yawning as well. She couldn't help but laugh and say, "Have you two caught the sleepiness bug?"
Yu Huan slowly closed his mouth, reached up and took off the sunglasses on his head, put them in the storage compartment of the car door, shrugged and said, "I went to bed very late yesterday anyway."
“Yes.” Lin Yourong said with her eyes slightly closed and her lips moving slightly, looking a little sleepy. “Yesterday I went to my parents’ place to watch ‘I Am a Singer’ together. I also brought a lot of things home. It’s too late, and I haven’t had time to unpack them yet.”
Ji Meng laughed teasingly, "Oh, so you're a woman who's got a marriage certificate after all. Home is wherever your husband is!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong immediately opened her eyes, a hint of embarrassment in them. She rolled her eyes at Ji Meng and emphasized irritably, "Just drive your car properly!"
The words fell.
Lin Yourong turned her head and saw that Yu Huan was already relaxed and leaning back in the seat, her head tilted to the side, clearly asleep.
No wonder that jerk didn't say a word when we talked about this.
She immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Yu Huan is a night owl and an early riser. After playing badminton all afternoon and sweating profusely, it's perfectly normal for her to fall asleep immediately.
Ji Meng asked with a grin, "Should I take you home, or to your dad's?"
Lin Yourong lowered her voice and replied, "Home, please take us to the entrance of the community."
"Okay." Ji Meng nodded slightly.
The same model BMW sped through the night, gradually driving from the dimly lit area towards the brightly lit city center.
The lights gradually became denser, and it took half an hour to get there.
At first, Ji Meng and Lin Yourong chatted casually, but as time went by, they gradually spoke less and less until they finally fell silent.
Ji Meng focused on driving. When she encountered a red light, she turned her head to look at Lin Yourong in the passenger seat and Yu Huan in the back seat.
The sight of the couple fast asleep made her click her tongue and mutter to herself, "Like attracts like. Lin Yourong can sleep like a pig, and I never imagined she'd find—"
"You're the pig!" Lin Yourong suddenly opened her sleepy eyes. "What are you muttering about?"
"Forehead……"
Ji Meng scratched her head, thinking to herself, "It's true that waking up at the right time is worse than waking up early."
Lin Yourong turned her head to look at Yu Huan, who was fast asleep, then sat up straight and slowly raised the backrest.
He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and casually asked, "Where are we?"
"We haven't been across the Liuyang River for long." Ji Meng slowly pressed the accelerator, following the car in front as it crossed the stop line. "It'll only take another ten minutes or so to get you to your destination."
"Oh." Lin Yourong stretched and turned her gaze to the scenery outside the car window.
The colorful lights intertwined, making the outlines of the skyscrapers stand out very clearly.
Ji Meng quickly glanced at Yu Huan's sleeping face through the rearview mirror and teased, "Rongrong, what happened to you? You've made Yu Huan look so haggard."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong felt like she had become a speechless bodhisattva, and said with a speechless expression, "What do you mean I've made Yu Huan so haggard?"
Ji Meng chuckled and lowered her voice a few decibels: "As the old saying goes, there are only oxen that die from exhaustion, not land that is over-plowed."
Lin Yourong, upon hearing this, hadn't yet realized that her best friend had gone sly again.
But she should be the one who's exhausted; her hands were aching terribly after that half-hour session last time...
With a change of heart, Lin Yourong rolled her eyes speechlessly and steered the conversation back to a serious topic: "He played badminton for an hour or two this afternoon."
"I hadn't noticed that." Ji Meng skillfully turned the steering wheel to the right.
"You've never left the mahjong room, so of course you wouldn't know."
Ji Meng glanced at Yu Huan again through the rearview mirror. As the car sped along, the light and shadow constantly shifted, and Yu Huan's face appeared and disappeared in the changing light.
She couldn't help but jokingly say, "How envious, Rongrong, you even have a handsome guy giving you a massage when you get home."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong shook her head slightly and said, "Stop teasing me, just drive carefully."
“I’m not kidding, I’m genuinely envious!” Ji Meng sighed, and continued with a touch of emotion, “You know, men who are 1.8 meters tall are rare in Central China, and if they’re good-looking, they’re even rarer, and it’s hard to find someone you like.” Lin Yourong smiled slightly and said, “Fate is hard to predict. Maybe one day your Mr. Right will appear. Besides, looks aren’t the most important thing. The key is that two people get along.”
Ji Meng gripped the steering wheel with both hands, but upon hearing this, she curled her lip and said, "It's one thing for other people to say this, but you, a 100% member of the appearance association, are telling me that appearance isn't important?"
Lin Yourong quickly retorted, "Don't take things out of context. What I said is right, not the most important thing!"
"Fine……"
"Anyway, as long as it looks pleasing to the eye, that's fine." Lin Yourong coughed slightly, feeling a little guilty.
Ji Meng stared intently at the road ahead, half-jokingly saying, "Oh, you find him pleasing to the eye? Then Yu Huan must be incredibly pleasing to the eye, otherwise how could you have been won over by him so quickly?"
Hearing her strange tone, Lin Yourong didn't know what to say and could only roll her eyes in disbelief.
In the midst of their brief conversation, the two best friends drove smoothly in their matching BMWs, gradually approaching the cigarette factory dormitory area.
At the last traffic light, Ji Meng gently stepped on the brake, turned to Lin Yourong and smiled, "We're almost there. Do you want to wake Yu Huan up first and let him wake up?"
Lin Yourong nodded, slowly turned around, and reached out her arm to pinch Yu Huan's thigh with just the right amount of force, as usual.
A persistent, mild pain caused Yu Huan to furrow her brow, and she quickly regained consciousness from her deep sleep.
The familiar force instantly confirmed to Yu Huan that Lin Yourong was pinching his thigh.
As soon as he moved his head, he felt the pain in his thigh subside considerably, indicating that she had let go of his hand.
Yu Huan, supporting her stiff neck, slowly opened her sleepy eyes and met Lin Yourong's gaze as she turned around.
His voice was hoarse from just waking up: "What's wrong? Have we arrived yet?"
Lin Yourong looked at the confusion and bewilderment in his eyes, but smiled and said, "See for yourself."
"Oh." Yu Huan turned her head and looked out the window.
The familiar scene came into view; it was a street and building he knew all too well.
I've driven this main road hundreds of times, and I know I'm almost home at first glance.
The same model BMW slowly started moving, and amidst the slight bumps, Yu Huan sat up straight and lazily let out a big yawn.
He casually asked, "Honey, has your package arrived yet?"
"Clam?"
Lin Yourong had just uttered a questioning sound when she immediately understood and quickly glanced at Ji Meng.
He quickly coughed slightly and winked at Yu Huan.
Seeing this, Yu Huan suppressed a smile, slowly moved to the middle of the seat, cleared her dry throat, and then said to Ji Meng, "Ji Meng, you can just drop us off at the entrance of the community!"
"Okay, Rongrong already gave the instructions while you were asleep," Ji Meng replied.
Yu Huan shook her head and stretched her slightly stiff neck: "Okay, Ji Meng, thank you for your help."
As Ji Meng turned the steering wheel to the left to make a U-turn, she said with a grin, "No trouble at all, just treat me to a big meal next time."
Without hesitation, Yu Huan nodded and replied, "No problem."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Huan took out a mask from her trench coat pocket and put it on. Then she took out sunglasses from the car door storage compartment and handed them to Lin Yourong, asking her to put them in the sunglasses case and put them in her bag.
The streetlights cast a warm, yellow glow, illuminating the entrance road to the residential area.
Yu Huan stood quietly on the roadside, holding a basket of bright red strawberries in one hand.
He smiled and watched as Lin Yourong and Ji Meng exchanged a few pleasantries before he closed the car door.
The couple watched the car's taillights disappear into the distance, but instead of entering the residential area, they tacitly stepped towards the entrance of the street next door.
Their target was the courier station.
Lin Yourong followed beside Yu Huan, hesitant to speak, but finally gritted her teeth and emphasized, "I'll wait for you outside, I won't go in..."
"Huh?" Yu Huan turned to look at her with a puzzled expression.
Lin Yourong adjusted her mask and stammered, "Um... to return the package... I'd have to open it..."
"Oh." Yu Huan responded casually at first, but after a moment, she suddenly understood her implied meaning and couldn't help but laugh out loud, "If you had just refused to sign, it wouldn't have been so troublesome! It would have been returned to you untouched."
"Huh? You can do that?" Lin Yourong's voice was full of surprise.
"if not?"
"I see……"
"Is the fake wife and the lubricant in the same package?" Yu Huan asked casually.
“Two packages…” Lin Yourong’s voice was barely audible.
A cold wind blew across her face, and the roadside trees rustled. Yu Huan didn't hear clearly for a moment: "Huh?"
Lin Yourong suddenly grabbed Yu Huan's arm and raised her voice: "Two packages!"
"Was that your phone number?"
"Yes."
"I understand." Yu Huan nodded slightly.
Suddenly, he felt a lightness in his right hand. He turned his head and saw Lin Yourong reaching out and grabbing the side of the basket handle.
Yu Huan then smiled and slowly released the basket from his right hand, letting his wife carry it.
There were few pedestrians on the road, and the air you breathed in carried a slight chill, which made your mind even clearer.
The couple walked side by side, each carrying a small basket, and turned right into a residential area through a narrow street.
When they reached the courier station, Yu Huan took the phone from Lin Yourong, looked at the text message interface, and then handed the small basket in her hand to her.
Then he went to pick up and return the packages, and luckily the person who helped him was a man in his thirties.
After smoothly completing the return process, Yu Huan, holding a small cardboard box no bigger than the palm of his hand, greeted Lin Yourong, who was standing by the door, and jokingly said, "My real wife still cares about me the most. She bought me a fake wife, and it's even an electric one!"
"Hmm..." Lin Yourong was too lazy to pay attention to him and turned to leave.
Yu Huan quickly quickened her pace to catch up and asked, "Are we going to work out tonight? We didn't sleep well last night and played all day. I feel like neither of us is in great shape."
Lin Yourong slowed her pace slightly, waiting for him to come up beside her.
After a moment's thought, the corners of her mouth under her mask turned up slightly, and she said softly, "The key to fitness is consistency."
"Alright." Yu Huan nodded slightly and took a small basket from Lin Yourong's hand.
Hearing her say this, I didn't complain that I had been exercising intensely for almost two hours that afternoon and that my thighs were a little sore.
(End of this chapter)