However, Zhou Yan truly ate with elegance. Even when sipping soy milk through a straw, he didn’t make a single sound.
After finishing the soy milk, he placed the cup into a plastic bag. Casually, he noticed Jiang Zhixue looking at him, her face flushed.
He paused, startled. “Why is your face so red?”
“R-red?” Jiang Zhixue touched her cheeks—they were indeed burning.
“Do you have a fever?” Zhou Yan’s tone carried a hint of concern.
No matter what, she was still his wife for now, and he had to take care of her.
“N-no fever.” Jiang Zhixue knew very well that she was just… feeling a bit flustered.
“Maybe it’s just a little hot after eating…”
Zhou Yan didn’t press further.
Seeing he was almost done eating, Jiang Zhixue asked, “What are your plans?”
Zhou Yan had eaten two extra buns and half a cup of soy milk, feeling completely full and no longer thirsty.
He pulled out his phone from his pocket and checked the time. “I’ll sleep for a bit, get up at 10:30, and go deliver food.”
Previously, he would hand over the ride-hailing car to Brother Wang at 7 a.m., come back to sleep, and head out to deliver food around 10 o’clock.
That timing just happened to catch the lunch delivery rush hour.
He had already returned late, and because of Han Ling’s matter, it was now past 9 a.m.
He could only sleep for about an hour.
Jiang Zhixue wanted to tell him to sleep more, but she no longer had the right to say such things.
Yet, when someone was struggling desperately for survival, even knowing it might harm their health, it was hard to tell them to rest.
Her gaze inadvertently fell on his phone screen, which was completely shattered, like broken ice, so blurry that the words on the screen were almost invisible.
Could he even see through that?
Her mind suddenly jolted as a memory surfaced—she had snatched Zhou Yan’s phone and smashed it.
Feeling guilty, she whispered, “Take care and rest more.”
Zhou Yan paused, responded with an “mm,” and then asked, “What about you?”
“Me? I’ll go out for a walk first, see if there are any suitable jobs.”
Jiang Zhixue had originally planned to sell her branded dresses, high heels, and bags.
After all, they were branded goods and could fetch some money, which would be very useful for them right now.
But at this hour, everyone was at work, and there were hardly any people outside, let alone buyers.
She planned to stroll around the area first, check out the situation, scout some spots, and then sell her things in the afternoon when people were getting off work.
She’d also look for suitable jobs along the way.
There was still a year before Zhou Yan would become wealthy and be recognized. During this year, she had to support herself.
If Zhou Yan kept going without sleep, working 24/7 nonstop, what if he suddenly collapsed?
She had already died from overwork and transmigrated into this book—who knew if accidents could happen?
Zhou Yan paused again, looking at her in silence for a long moment before nodding.
In his heart, she was someone who wanted a divorce from him.
If she didn’t leave today, she would definitely leave someday.
“Then I’ll go first.”
“Mm.”
Jiang Zhixue took a bag from the cabinet, specifically choosing a black one that was durable and stain-resistant, and headed out.
Just as she reached the door.
“Wait.” Zhou Yan called out to her.
She turned to look at him.
“This is for you.” He said, removing a key from his keychain and handing it to her.
His hand trembled slightly before he extended it out.
Jiang Zhixue then remembered that when they first moved in, Zhou Yan had specifically asked the landlord for two keys.
For poor people like them, there was no extra money to make a duplicate key.
When Zhou Yan handed her the key, she immediately threw it at his head:
"Zhou Yan, I, Jiang Zhixue, would rather die than live in this dump!"
Zhou Yan's forehead was cut open, blood seeping out.
Jiang Zhixue's mind went blank—the original owner of this body was truly wicked.
But now, she was the one bearing the consequences.
She let out an "mm" and nodded as she accepted it.
"This is for you too," he said, pulling three large red bills from his pocket and handing them to her.
Jiang Zhixue was momentarily stunned. It had been a long time since she had seen cash, and she thought it might be money he earned from driving for a ride-hailing app.
"Thank you." Assuming it was a habit for husbands to give money when their wives went out, and refusing would be disrespectful to him.
Besides, she was his wife now—what was wrong with using a bit of his money?
She said this, took the money, and left.
When she went out, she gently closed the door.
The main point was, she was afraid the door would fall apart.
Zhou Yan stood inside the door, silent.
She was actually willing to take the key.
Was she truly accepting this life, living here with him in this rented place?
If he were still as wealthy as before, he could have found an expert to examine her mind.
But now, this was all he could do—take things one day at a time.
Zhou Yan quickly tidied up and went to bed.
Jiang Zhixue went outside, wandered around for about an hour, and then returned.
The alley they rented in was part of an urban village, right next to a newly developed district bustling with economic activity.
Luxury and poverty were separated by only a thin line.
The surroundings had everything—subways, buses, shopping malls, and complete facilities.
No wonder even a 14-square-meter attic room like this rented for three thousand six hundred.
When she returned, it was not yet eleven o'clock.
As soon as she pushed the door open, she saw a man dressed in an orange-and-black uniform, holding a helmet, standing right in front of her.
A perfect F1 racer!
Since he was delivering takeout and didn’t need to maintain an image like he did for ride-hailing, Zhou Yan’s hair was slightly messy, just brushed back with his hand, giving off a deliberately styled yet natural wildness.
He looked even more handsome and striking than the top European and American actors who played F1 racers in movies!
Zhou Yan also hadn’t expected her to return so soon, thinking she would disappear for days as she used to.
Staring at the person before him, he was also taken aback.
Her face was flushed, beads of sweat glistening on her fair forehead as she panted heavily.
With each breath, her chest rose and fell.
She was still wearing the same square-necked white dress from the morning. Its unique cut accentuated the curves of her chest, making it appear both sensually full and elegantly refined.
Jiang Zhixue was already flushed, but suddenly seeing the super A-grade F1 racer before her, her already racing heart pounded wildly, almost leaping out of her chest.
Her face turned so red it seemed about to bleed, and even her chest flushed a peachy pink.
Zhou Yan felt his vision blur intensely, as if he were seeing a boundless spring scene in a peach blossom grove.
Suddenly, memories surfaced of what his dear wife had once done to him with that soft, fair expanse of her chest…