Depressed wife runs with the ball

She stood there, taking out her phone to kill time. A middle-aged lady was also standing there waiting for her husband. Seeing her bored, she asked, "Are you waiting for your husband here too?"

Chu Yue looked up at the woman. She was wearing a long white trench coat, a silk scarf around her neck, and her hair was shiny.

"No, I..." She didn't know how to explain who she came with. Zhou Xingzhi was not her boss, but she hadn't joined him. But he wasn't her friend either.

"That means she came here with her boyfriend." The lady smiled gently.

Never mind, no explanation, I don’t know her anyway. Chu Yue also forced a smile at her as a response.

"I came here with my husband. He said that the cake I like can only be bought here, so he came all the way here." The lady said shyly, happiness overflowing from her eyes.

"Then your husband should be very good to you." Chu Yue responded politely.

"What's good about it? We were noisy before too." The lady's voice was gentle and charming. Her age couldn't be told from her face. She must be a pampered lady.

As she was talking, her husband walked towards her. She naturally took her husband's arm and said, "So soon? I thought we would have to wait a long time."

"I was afraid you would be waiting anxiously, so I begged the person in front of me to let me cut in line." Her husband responded to her.

He is a little fat and has a simple look. He looks to be in his forties and has a smiling face. He should be a person with a good temper.

Chu Yue was still looking at the couple, wondering if Chu Jie'an and Huang Yunfu would get along in the same way.

"Let's go." Zhou Xingzhi came to her carrying something.

The lady saw him and said, "Wow, your boyfriend is very handsome. You two are a perfect match."

These words made Chu Yue's ears turn slightly red. She opened her mouth to explain, but couldn't say anything.

The lady patted her shoulder, came up to her and whispered, "I wish you a speedy marriage. Bye."

After saying that, she left with her husband.

"What did you say?" Zhou Xingyi held the bag in one hand and took Chu Yue's hand with the other and walked towards the underground parking lot.

"...said you were old." Chu Yue pulled out his hand and put it in his pocket.

"..." Zhou Xingzhi's face looked a little ugly. He just said that the two of them were a perfect match, and now he turned around and said that he was old?

Back at Cuiyuan, Zhou Xingzhi got out of the car. He took out his laptop from the back seat and handed it to her. He then got out of the car with the bag of food, locked the car, and motioned for her to go upstairs.

She held his computer bag, somewhat confused.

"There will be a video conference in Washington soon, and I will go back after the meeting. If you feel it disturbs you, I can wear headphones to listen," he explained.

Uh... This is not a question of whether to quarrel or not, but why do we have to hold a video conference at my house? Chu Yue thought to himself and opened his mouth to ask.

He further explained, "After you join the company, you have to get used to my work content of having to attend meetings at any time. Just consider it as adapting in advance."

He had inexplicably entered her house and was now working at her house? Chu Yue realized that he was incredibly shameless.

After going upstairs, he put the bag of ingredients in the refrigerator, opened the carton of milk, found a glass, and poured it for her.

Chu Yue was painting in the living room wearing an apron, with her coat casually thrown on the sofa.

"Here." Zhou Xingzhi handed her the milk.

She looked at the milk and frowned. "I don't drink milk. This is for when I want to drink coffee."

"Drink milk, you will sleep better at night," he advised.

"I don't sleep at night either, I only sleep during the day."

"Then I'll drink it later." He put the milk on the dining table, opened his laptop, and prepared for the meeting at the drawing table.

He became more and more skilled at painting at home, which made Chu Yue feel a little crisis and anxious. When he was painting, his hands were a little unsteady and he was trembling with fear, and he couldn't draw well.

But sometimes, when she heard him hold meetings in fluent English, she was envious. After all, there was a difference between someone who had studied abroad and someone like her who had never been abroad.

The video conference made her afraid to make any sound. She tried to translate what he said, but he spoke too fast and she didn't have time to translate.

Occasionally, I'd catch him working from the corner of my eye, focused and serious. His tailored suit flattered his already muscular figure, and his hair, parted short and sideways, looked as if every strand had been waxed, glossy and stiff.

There wasn't a single strand of hair on his forehead, and when he spoke to people, his tone was cold, distant, reserved, and deep. Hmm... he did seem a bit mature.

Their eyes met inadvertently, and Chu Yue quickly averted his gaze, pretending to be calm and continuing to paint his own picture.

It was already late when he finished the meeting. He closed his laptop, drank his milk, washed the cup, changed his shoes at the entrance, and said, "Remember to lock the door at night. See you tomorrow."

Chu Yue didn't see him off and just let him go.

Jiang Tao has been feeling a lot more relaxed recently. His boss leaves home on time every day without fail, so he doesn't have to worry about his lunch. There are no meetings during lunch break, and he basically gets off work on time in the evening. If there are any meetings, they are held online.

Su Weikai couldn't make an appointment with him either, and he always said he was busy every time he called him.

After the last multinational conference at Chu Yue's house, his laptop was left there. Every noon and evening, he came to cook. Later, Chu Yue was too lazy to get up at noon to open the door for him, so she simply told him the password.

Zhou Xingzhi was in a particularly good mood the day she got the password. Even when Ji Yan called her, her good mood didn't change, and she even bought some hairy crabs that night.

If it weren’t for the mortgage, Chu Yue would have thought it would be nice if life could always be like this.

She packed up her drawings from the previous month and mailed them to Su Ying. Sometimes, when she received calls from Ji Yan or Huang Jianing asking for revisions or drawings, she would do them. She still kept her office in Qucho.

After cleaning the house, she took a shower and went back to her room to sleep.

When Zhou Xingzhi came over in the evening, the paintings in the living room were gone, the house was cleaned, the door of the room was ajar, and she had not gotten up yet.

He tiptoed to open the door and sat on the edge of the bed, watching her even breathing. She was wrapped in the quilt, her head resting between two pillows. The room smelled of citrus and grapefruit.

The room was dim and the furnishings inside could not be seen clearly. The white gauze curtains were gently blown by the wind, and the thick blackout curtains were not drawn. She must have just fallen asleep.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch her forehead. She moved, rubbed against his palm, and pursed her lips, saying softly, "Grandma..."

His eyes stayed on her red lips, his Adam's apple rolled, he tucked the quilt in for her, and finally resisted the urge to kiss her, closed the door and went to the kitchen to cook.

When the alarm clock rang, Chu Yue turned it off impatiently, stayed in bed, listened to the sounds from the kitchen outside the room, and knew that the food was not ready yet, so he turned over and continued to sleep.

When dinner was ready, Zhou Xingzhi didn't rush to knock on the door. Instead, he looked at the new paintings hanging on the corkboard wall in the living room. She seemed to have been painting traditional Chinese paintings lately. Landscapes, myths, and ghosts—each one was captivating.

The leisurely and free mood in Chinese artistic conception tells much more stories than her oil paintings.

Her voice could be heard from the room.

"Teacher Yang." Chu Yue was half-sitting on the bed. It was a rare occasion for her to receive a call from her university teacher.

"Xiao Yue, I'm going to Qiancheng to meet someone next month, and I'll come to see you on the way." Professor Yang was Chu Yue's teacher in college, and he always took good care of her.

"Really? That's great! I'll ask Senior Brother Ji to come along. When will you be here? Or should I pick you up at the airport?"

For Chu Yue, this teacher was the best person to her after her grandmother passed away. Every year before the Chinese New Year, she would go to Beijing just to see her teacher.

"No, there's an event in Qiancheng supporting young artists, and the organizers asked me to come over and have a chat. I'll call you after I finish my work."

"Okay! Which hotel are you staying in? How about I arrange it for you?"

"No need, the organizer has arranged everything." Teacher Yang also liked this student very much. She was pretty and talented. He felt sorry for her because she had no one to help her when she entered the school and she was still young.

"Okay, I'll wait for your call."

It was a rare opportunity for the teacher to come to Qiancheng, and Chu Yue was very excited because of this phone call.