Fang Xihe dawdled behind Shang Chenzhou as they walked out of the alley.
She couldn’t think of any reason to refuse moving in with him.
They were already married—if she acted coy now, wouldn’t that be strange?
What if Shang Chenzhou started thinking she had ulterior motives again?
She realized he was quite sensitive.
But it wasn’t really his fault.
The original host truly wasn’t a good person—acting one way in front of him and another behind his back, toying with his feelings.
Forget it. Sooner or later, she’d have to move anyway.
But the progress was way too fast!
She had just transmigrated yesterday, got married today, and was about to sleep in the same bed as a man.
If her mom from her original world found out, she’d go crazy.
Of course, the mom in this world would also go crazy if she knew.
So the marriage had to be kept secret for now.
The two took a taxi back to the shared apartment.
Shang Chenzhou stood at the door without entering.
“Call me when you’re done packing.”
Fang Xihe quite liked his sense of boundaries.
When she used to share apartments, she had roommates who brought their boyfriends over without notice, sometimes even letting them stay overnight.
She really disliked that kind of behavior.
…
The clothes on the balcony hadn’t fully dried yet, so she packed them separately. She also packed the unwashed bedding into another bag.
The original host had quite a lot of belongings—two large suitcases and one big bag.
She dragged the suitcases to the door for Shang Chenzhou.
Then turned to carry the large bag—
But as soon as she reached the door, Shang Chenzhou took it from her.
Fang Xihe froze for a moment.
She was used to doing everything herself—having someone treat her this thoughtfully felt unfamiliar.
She glanced back at the shared apartment, closed the door, and stepped into the elevator.
After she entered, Shang Chenzhou pressed the button for the first floor.
Once they got out, Fang Xihe reached for the large bag again—
But he stopped her.
“I’ll carry it.”
He tied the bag to the suitcase handle and walked ahead, pulling one suitcase in each hand.
Fang Xihe watched for a moment, the corners of her lips curving slightly.
Even if it was temporary, being taken care of by Shang Chenzhou felt nice.
Her two suitcases were so big that the taxi trunk wouldn’t close.
As the car moved, it kept banging loudly.
The noise gave Fang Xihe a headache, making her frown.
“Are you okay?”
Shang Chenzhou placed a hand on her head.
She tilted her head to look at him.
Those dark eyes were gentle.
For some reason, her irritation calmed instantly.
“I’m fine.”
Fang Xihe glanced at the time—she still had to go to work.
“When we get to the apartment, help me bring the things upstairs. I’ll go straight to work.”
Shang Chenzhou nodded. “Okay.”
He lowered his head and started fiddling with his phone.
Fang Xihe’s phone chimed.
She opened it and saw a message from him—a string of numbers.
She tilted her head to look at him.
He looked back at her.
“Apartment password.”
Then he sent the building number and unit details as well—probably afraid she wouldn’t find it.
This apartment had just been rented by Shang Chenzhou. She had only been there once yesterday.
“How much is the rent?”
“7,000 a month.”
Fang Xihe was shocked. “Where did you get that kind of money?”
7,000 per month, plus three months’ deposit and one month’s rent—that was 28,000. Add the diamond ring, and it was nearly 40,000.
For future Shang Chenzhou, it was nothing—but for now, it was a huge sum.
He seemed a bit embarrassed, only answering after a while:
“I borrowed it from Fu Tang.”
Fang Xihe knew Fu Tang—Shang Chenzhou’s college roommate, a local of Jiangcheng, from a well-off family, and one of his business partners.
She honestly didn’t understand why Shang Chenzhou was in such a rush to get married.
Just graduated, no money, no house—
Borrowing money to get married.
If it were someone else, she’d think it was a marriage scam.
Shang Chenzhou took her hand, his gaze firm.
“Xihe, these difficulties are temporary. I’ll give you a good life.”
Fang Xihe, of course, knew that.
“Mm, I believe you.”
He felt both guilty and moved, leaning in as if to hug her again—
Fang Xihe quickly blurted, “We’re here!”
Shang Chenzhou paused and turned to look.
They really had arrived at the apartment building.
He had no choice but to stop.
The car came to a halt.
He got out, went to the back, and took out the luggage and bags.
Standing by the roadside, he looked at her.
Fang Xihe smiled and waved at him.
“Driver, to Wange Company.”
As the car drove away, Fang Xihe let out a breath of relief.
What should she do?
She still couldn’t get used to being physically close to Shang Chenzhou.
Thinking about how they would share a bed tonight—
She felt nervous.
…
The original host’s company was in an industrial park, quite far away.
Usually, she took the subway, then rode a shared bike for another kilometer after getting off.
Fang Xihe glanced at the taxi meter—
She gasped.
200 already!!!
And they hadn’t even arrived yet.
Oh no—she hadn’t been paying attention.
If she had known, she would’ve gotten off at a subway station.
This was basically a whole day’s salary gone.
The original host had just graduated, earning only 5,000 a month. After deductions, it barely covered food and rent.
Fang Xihe felt like crying.
Just as her heart ached—
Her phone chimed.
She picked it up and saw Shang Chenzhou had transferred her 1,000.
She was about to accept it, but then thought about how he was already in debt and might have given her all the money he had.
In the end, she didn’t accept it.
When she got out of the taxi, she tried bargaining with the driver with a tearful face.
“Sir, can it be cheaper? I just graduated—I’m really broke.”
The driver glanced at her and waved impatiently. “Fine, I’ll round it down. 252—just give 250.”
Fang Xihe: “…”
That barely helped.
“Sir…”
The driver’s tone turned harsh.
“No less. Hurry up and pay—I need to pick up other passengers.”
Fang Xihe bit her lip and paid reluctantly, eyes teary.
Well, saving two yuan was still something…
…
She swiped her card to enter the company and took the elevator upstairs.
There were several hundred employees in the company.
The sales department was on the third floor.
Fang Xihe found her desk.
Just as she sat down, a woman wearing black-framed glasses walked over and tapped on her desk.
“Come to my office.”
From the original host’s memory, Fang Xihe knew this was Zhao Jing, the sales manager.
Without waiting for a reply, Zhao Jing turned and walked away.
As Fang Xihe stood up, she noticed her colleagues giving her sympathetic looks.
Seems like this manager wasn’t easy to deal with.
She took a deep breath, walked over, knocked on the office door, and entered after getting permission.
The moment she closed the door—
Zhao Jing started scolding her.
“This company isn’t your home—you can’t just take leave whenever you want.”
“Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you’re pretty. If you don’t show professionalism and responsibility under me, then get out.”
Fang Xihe didn’t expect that even after transmigrating, she’d still have to endure this kind of humiliation.
But right now, she was just a newcomer in the workplace. No matter how the boss scolded her, she had to endure it.
She couldn’t just flip the table and quit.
Shang Chenzhou was already in debt from getting married, and she didn’t have much money either.
Better endure it for now.