As she spoke, Yu Mixue finally mustered the courage to glance at Pei Jingyi.
But the man’s expression remained dark, and he didn’t utter a single word in response. It was unclear whether he had even heard what she said.
Yu Mixue clenched her hands tighter, her heart swelling with jealousy.
Pei Jingyi was always like this—indifferent to other women, yet whenever Wen Huan spoke, no matter how harsh or venomous her words, he would respond to every single one. Could this be what people online always said—that bad women get everything?
Biting her lip in frustration, Yu Mixue softened her tone.
“Mr. Pei, everything I just said was from Huanhuan’s perspective. But speaking for myself now, I hope you won’t waste any more time on Huanhuan. You should find a woman who can share both the joys and hardships of life with you.”
“If you’re reluctant to divorce Huanhuan because you’re worried Xiao Chen won’t have a mother, I can actually help you take care of Xiao Chen for the time being.”
She gazed at Pei Jingyi with a shy expression.
At that moment, Pei Jingyi finally moved—but instead of being moved and embracing Yu Mixue, he simply turned and walked away.
Just before his figure disappeared, he did give Yu Mixue one word: “Get lost.”
A cold gust of wind swept past, like a slap striking Yu Mixue’s face, making her flush red with humiliation.
But Yu Mixue didn’t dare chase after him. Even though Pei Jingyi had gone bankrupt and become a lowly assistant, his aura remained formidable.
Moreover, despite having fallen so low that he had to work odd jobs, he still indulged Wen Huan and hadn’t forced her to find work.
Even last time, when Yu Mixue saw Wen Huan throwing a tantrum and demanding a divorce, she was wearing a newly bought little dress.
There was no need to guess who had dressed Wen Huan up.
Feeling as if she had been soaked in sour water, Yu Mixue gritted her teeth and left the entrance of the small company, but her determination to seize the opportunity and win Pei Jingyi over only grew stronger.
Meanwhile, after driving Yu Mixue away, Pei Jingyi entered the office, grabbed his car keys, and headed straight back to the rented apartment.
But Wen Huan was nowhere to be seen inside.
The small floral-patterned curtains remained at the angle he had drawn them in the morning, and the food on the table had clearly been eaten, yet the room was empty.
“Hey, hubby, you’re back!”
But the next moment, a lively voice suddenly rang out from the street outside.
Pei Jingyi’s hand, which had been gripping the doorknob so tightly it turned white, relaxed slightly. Standing in the corridor, he followed the sound and saw Wen Huan’s beautiful face come into view.
But at that moment, Wen Huan was wearing a pink safety helmet and sitting on a white electric scooter.
Bathed in the spring sunlight, she wore a sky-blue dress, twisted the handlebar to drive the scooter beneath Pei Jingyi, and looked up at him with a radiant, captivating smile.
Pei Jingyi stared intently at Wen Huan as he descended the stairs step by step, finally reaching her side.
Wen Huan took off the safety helmet and hung it on the scooter’s rearview mirror, then kicked down the side stand. Only after finishing these tasks did she look at Pei Jingyi. “Quick, tell me how awesome this is! I searched so many places, and only the owner of this shop was willing to knock five hundred off the price and even threw in a helmet.”
Pei Jingyi shifted his gaze to the electric scooter, paused, and asked, “Is this your new mode of transportation?”
Although Wen Huan usually stayed at home, didn’t need to go out to work, and didn’t have to pick up the child from school, if she liked it, buying a small electric scooter wasn’t out of the question.
Moreover, this type of rechargeable small mobility device couldn’t travel very far even when fully charged, which made him feel more at ease.
However, upon hearing Pei Jingyi’s words, Wen Huan blinked and shook her head: “I didn’t buy it for myself, husband. I bought it for you!”
“You’ve just become poor and don’t know this, but even though driving that second-hand Wuling Hongguang is already a downgrade in spending, for ordinary people, the most cost-effective option is still an electric scooter.”
“So, after selling the Wuling Hongguang, you can ride the electric scooter to work.”
After all, Pei Jingyi was no longer a CEO, so riding an electric scooter wouldn’t damage his image. Wen Huan had meticulously calculated everything for him, and she couldn’t imagine how grateful he must be to her.
But Pei Jingyi fell silent.
For a moment, aside from the faint noise of distant traffic on the street, the atmosphere between them grew eerily quiet.
Wen Huan instinctively leaned against Pei Jingyi’s arm, tilting her face to look at him, her voice soft: “What’s wrong, husband? You don’t want to?”
Growing up, Wen Huan was doted on by her parents, which unconsciously fostered her habit of liking to be close to others.
Pei Jingyi’s thin lips pressed together: “…I do.”
“Then why didn’t you say anything just now?” Wen Huan pouted her rosy lips, her relaxed tone naturally carrying a hint of coquettishness.
Pei Jingyi took Wen Huan’s hand, his calloused fingertips gently brushing hers: “I just don’t understand why you’re trying so hard to save money for me.”
Without hesitation, Wen Huan replied: “Because didn’t I say I want to live a good life with you? So of course I have to work hard, so that our family of three can have a better life!”
Although Wen Huan knew that the wealthy female protagonist in the book was the true light of redemption that helped Pei Jingyi recover, since she was still by his side and not divorced, she naturally wanted to do whatever she could.
More importantly, Wen Huan didn’t want to go out and work like a beast of burden.
She had roughly calculated: the rent and utilities for their old-style rental apartment cost about 1,300 yuan per month.
The kindergarten Pei Chen attended was public, so it was cheaper than the expensive private kindergartens before, costing 702 yuan per month.
Pei Jingyi’s salary was over 5,000 yuan, which could cover these expenses, but Wen Huan also needed to spend money and buy cosmetics and skincare products, so Pei Jingyi would have to save more.
As Pei Jingyi quietly watched Wen Huan’s proud and upright posture, his gaze unconsciously fell on her fair chest. After a few seconds, his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, and his heart warmed.
Because at this moment, Wen Huan didn’t seem to be pretending.
The way she said “family of three” was different from before—it felt sincere.
So, Pei Jingyi withdrew his gaze and nodded gently: “I’ll leave household matters to you. I’ll go upstairs to wash the dishes first and then head back to work.”
Wen Huan was slightly taken aback, only now realizing that Pei Jingyi had returned temporarily without finishing his workday.
So, he had come back specifically to help her with the chores?
Such a good man—even a passing dog would stop to praise him.