Her Young Husband Is Angry Again

Jiang Zebei let go of Chen Mengtian's hand and strode along the path up the mountains. 

When he heard what Chen Mengtian said, he knew that she had never thought about officially marrying him. 

But even if he knew about it, he still found it hard to accept it when she mentioned it. 

Was he really that bad?

That coward Chen Qing was a few years older than him, but he did not even look like a man. He looked even weaker than the crazy woman in the village. 

However, Jiang Zebei did not remember that the crazy woman was famous for being a burly girl. 

Even two Chen Qings could not compare to that one crazy lady. 

Even though Chen Qing was a pretty boy and did not look like a man, he should not be compared to the crazy lady. 

Jiang Zebei was still angry. He did not know why Chen Mengtian fancied Chen Qing. 

While Jiang Zebei was angry, Chen Mengtian stared at his back a little speechless. 

Did she say something wrong again?

This boy really had too many thoughts running in his head. 

As she stared at Jiang Zebei's back, she pouted and caught up to him. 

While she was chasing after him, she shouted, "Little Ze, you mentioned just now that you're going to catch a wild chicken to make soup for me. Don't come back empty-handed later. I'm hungry because of what you said, I want to drink chicken soup today—"

Jiang Zebei was ahead of her, but he still heard what Chen Mengtian called him, so he came to a swift stop. 

He turned around, and his face revealed his anger. With a dark look in his eyes, he stared at Chen Mengtian as she was chasing after him. 

"Don't call me Little Ze, and don't call me Little Bei either!"

Chen Mengtian did not expect that a name could make Jiang Zebei so angry. 

Look, his expression was so dark that it looked like there were thunderclouds above him. 

'He's so young, so why is he so hot-tempered?'

Chen Mengtian was not angry. Instead, she found her heart aching for him, because she felt like she had just bullied a child, but she never considered the fact that she was currently only older than Jiang Zebei by one year. 

"Alright, I won't call you Little Ze or Little Bei anymore. How about I call you Zebei?"

Chen Mengtian walked over to Jiang Zebei and spoke in a tone of appeasing him. 

Jiang Zebei actually liked this, and his expression became much better. 

When he saw Chen Mengtian catching up to him, he turned around and continued walking forward. 

Chen Mengtian caught up to him and continued with what she was saying earlier. "Hey, you said that you're going to make chicken soup for me. Don't go back on your word now."

Her eager voice echoed at the foot of the mountain. 

The boy had a disdainful look on his face as he walked ahead of her, but Chen Mengtian could not see it because of the angle. 

However, he still answered her. "Alright."

And since Chen Mengtian had excellent hearing, she heard his answer. 

"You promised, so you can't go back on your word now!"

Chen Mengtian was really happy, but it was not only because she could drink chicken soup later. 

What she cared about most right then was her height. 

Jiang Zebei was one year younger than she was, but he was nearly 170 cm tall. 

Yet she was not even 160 cm tall. She was just too short. 

Drinking chicken soup could make her taller. 

When Jiang Zebei heard Chen Mengtian laugh happily because she could drink chicken soup, the derision on his face grew while he walked ahead. 

This Chen Mengtian was not just more foolish, but also less ambitious. 

He believed that he had never mistreated her in terms of providing for her. 

Even though he could not give her meat for every meal, whenever he went to town, he would come back and leave enough meat at home so that she could eat meat once every few days. 

Chen Mengtian did not know that Jiang Zebei had decided to label her as someone who had no ambition, was a glutton, and silly. 

With a foolish smile, she followed behind him and dreamt of her previous height of 173 cm. 

She did not have a lot of demands, but she wanted to have the same height as she did before she transmigrated.