Being Your Wife

After returning to Tianshangshui, Zhao Jinxing unbuckled her seatbelt and got ready to get out of the car. Suddenly, Qin Yu's phone rang. He picked it up, but immediately, his eyebrows furrowed, and he looked at Zhao Jinxing with a hesitant expression.

Zhao Jinxing thought it was company-related, so she pointed at the villa, then opened the car door and got out.

"You're back."

Auntie Rong heard the door open and poked her head out of the kitchen. "The food will be ready soon, go wash your hands first. When Sir comes back, you can start eating."

"Wow! It smells so good! Auntie Rong, what did you make?"

"It's definitely something you will like."

Zhao Jinxing had been walking around the entire afternoon and her stomach was growling with hunger. She quickly went to the bathroom to wash her hands and then went to the kitchen to help with the food.

Not long after, Qin Yu came in. Zhao Jinxing casually asked, "Are you done?"

"Yeah."

Seeing that Qin Yu didn't seem to want to talk about what had happened, Zhao Jinxing didn't ask any further, "Let's eat!"

Qin Yu washed his hands and returned to the dining room. The two of them quietly ate dinner.

After she was done, Zhao Jinxing went to her room to take a shower, while Qin Yu went to the study as usual to deal with some matters,

After coming out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, Zhao Jinxing opened her closet to look for clothes for her to wear to work the next day. She suddenly recalled that she had bought a lot of clothes for Qin Yu today,

Then, she left her room and went downstairs to look for Auntie Rong. After asking where she had put the clothes, she asked her for a hanging ironing machine.

"Madam, why don't I do it?"

"It's okay, I can do it."

Zhao Jinxing hung up the shirts and held up the hanging ironing machine. She carefully ironed the clothes one by one with the assistance of Auntie Rong.

Soon, Qin Yu came out of the study and was about to go downstairs to get a glass of water. As soon as he went downstairs, he saw Zhao Jinxing ironing his clothes.

The little girl was holding up the hanging ironing machine. Her face was red and there were a few drops of sweat on her forehead, but she didn't care at all. Instead, she carefully ironed his clothes.

"Sir." Auntie Rong noticed Qin Yu and greeted him with a smile.

Hearing this, Zhao Jinxing also turned around. "You're done!"

"Yeah."

Qin Yu put down the cup in his hand, took the ironing machine from Zhao Jinxing's hand, and hung it back up. "Let Auntie Rong and the others do these things. Aren't you tired?"

He held Zhao Jinxing's right hand and gently rubbed it.

"I'm not tired." Zhao Jinxing shook her head and looked at him in embarrassment. "I... I just want to help you with things. I'm your wife!"

Qin Yu's heart skipped a beat.

He caressed her face and gently rubbed it, "You really like being my wife?"

Zhao Jinxing immediately nodded.

"But... That's not all a wife has to do, understand?"

Zhao Jinxing frowned, "Then what else is there? Cooking? I'm learning!"

Looking into her pure and bright ryes, Qin Yu took a deep breath and suppressed his sexual desire.

She was still young, so he had to take it slow. He didn't want to scare her.

"You'll know in the future." Qin Yu rubbed her little face.

"It's getting late, go back to your room and rest. You have work tomorrow, okay?"