msmithbooks Chapter 209 Wife-Wang Stone
Chapter 209 Wife-Wang Stone
Chapter 209 Wife-Wang Stone
Nine p.m.
The temperature dropped sharply, and the cold wind, like a sharp blade, sliced across Yu Huan's exposed face.
He rode his electric scooter at breakneck speed along the paths of the dormitory complex, heading straight for Building 7.
The electric scooter was indeed a wise choice; otherwise, he would have had to park it far away and walk to the riverbank, just like Yu Songnian and Lei Yao.
After the joyous gathering came the parting, and Yu Huan was now returning home alone.
The faint hum of the electric motor mingled with the howling cold wind.
His breath condensed into white mist in the cold air and dissipated in the wind.
In front of the garage, he gently twisted the brakes and brought the electric scooter to a stop.
I turned my head slightly, my gaze sweeping over the light reflected from the window, and noticed that the kitchen light seemed to be on.
After getting off the vehicle, I lifted the roller shutter door, pushed the electric scooter inside, took off my helmet and casually hung it on the handlebars, then quickly locked the door and went upstairs.
With her hands and feet stiff from the cold, Yu Huan tiptoed up to the third floor to warm up.
Feeling the pain in my left ankle with each step, it seemed less lingering, as if it had almost fully recovered.
He opened the front door and went inside. Seeing the light coming from the kitchen, he turned on the living room light with a "click," instantly illuminating the dim space as if it were daytime.
Because we were in a hurry to leave after dinner, we didn't clean up. The trash can next to the coffee table was overflowing and had even formed a small hill.
The dining table was a mess of cups and plates, covered with the shells of seafood left after a hearty meal.
When the music ended and the crowd dispersed, he returned to face the chaotic scene alone, and he had to admit that he felt a little lonely.
Yu Huan spent half an hour cleaning carefully, wiping the floor until it was spotless, and then changed into comfortable slippers.
After finishing everything, he collapsed wearily onto the sofa.
He had an exceptionally fulfilling day, and now he didn't want to move a single finger.
After resting for a while, I took out my phone, opened the photo album, and enjoyed today's photos.
In addition to videos of dazzling fireworks and botanical garden scenery, there are also numerous photos of terrace flowers.
Because everyone helped him plant the potted plants, he didn't start eating until 7 p.m., and rushed to the riverbank without cleaning up.
He carefully selected some of the better photos and fireworks videos and sent them to Lin Yourong.
Simultaneously.
He also included a reminder:
Data usage warning! Lots of images and videos! We recommend viewing via WiFi!
I didn't expect my busy wife to reply to my messages immediately.
He stood up and walked towards the second bedroom.
After turning on the light, his gaze fell on the bed, where the blankets were neatly folded.
Yu Chengcheng said she might come to the city to play again someday.
So Yu Huan didn't put away the bedding, but went straight to the terrace to admire the results of today's work.
The light bulb on the storefront was broken, so I bought a 50W incandescent bulb to replace it when I went home in the afternoon.
now.
As Yu Huan turned on the light, the previously dim and unclear objects on the terrace instantly became clearly visible.
Many of the pots and jars that were originally near the window have been put to use.
Under the sunshade, dense green plants and benches huddle together.
Pansies and bougainvillea are currently in full bloom.
Then there are roses, spider plants, snake plants, and pothos.
These are all relatively easy-to-grow flowers.
Yu Huan observed and nodded repeatedly with considerable satisfaction.
At the same time, I realized a key problem: once the temperature rises, this place will probably attract a lot of mosquitoes.
Perhaps we should also grow some green plants that can repel mosquitoes.
Yu Huan squatted down and examined the pots and pans for a while. As if infected by Xu Hui, her obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in, and she couldn't help but adjust the pots and pans to make them more orderly.
Just then, his phone in his coat pocket suddenly vibrated and a message notification sounded.
He clapped his hands, took out his phone, and turned on the screen to take a look.
'Hmph! You've been living such a carefree life the moment I'm not around!' — From my wife.
Yu Huan got up, moved to a bench, and smiled slightly, teasing her: "You've got that backwards, haven't you? It's clearly you who abandoned your husband to go out and have some fun!"
I thought she would reply soon, but this message seemed to have vanished without a trace.
Yu Huan gazed at the dark, starless sky.
After waiting a few minutes without receiving a reply, I exited the chat with my wife and opened the work group for the new media department.
"Ahhhh! Brother Yu is so handsome!" This incredibly exaggerated text immediately catches the eye.
Yu Huan rubbed her eyes, thinking she was seeing things.
After confirming that the message came from Wang Zhi, Yu Huan silently pursed her lips.
This beast has gone mad again for who knows what.
"I always thought Brother Yu looked pretty handsome, but he looks even more handsome on camera!" Suddenly another message bubble popped up.
Yu Huan glanced at the group nicknames—
Zheng Yu.
What on earth are these people talking about?
Countless question marks cascaded down Yu Huan's forehead as she scrolled through the chat history.
I saw Chen Yaoyao post a picture, followed by her profanity-laden comment: 'Holy crap, Brother Yu is so handsome!'
It seems that this is where the conversation began.
He clicked on the image to zoom in.
This is a photo of him sitting behind his desk, or rather, a screenshot from a short film.
In the photo, his facial features are distinct, his eyebrows are serene like distant mountains, and his eyes are bright and clear like black lacquer.
He lowered his eyes and stared indifferently at the computer screen.
A dashing and heroic aura emanates from the phone screen.
It's truly fate that he's so handsome.
Today, in addition to the silly short film being released on social media platforms, a more formal short film has quietly been uploaded to the official website.
Why do we say it was done quietly?
Because aside from completing tasks assigned by their superiors, almost no one would specifically browse the official website.
"With a face like Yu Ge's, it's such a waste that he doesn't become a star!"
Yu Huan scrolled through the chat history to the bottom and looked at the latest message from Wang Xianjiao.
Faced with the effusive praise from his subordinates, he decided to remain low-key and continue to operate in seclusion.
Suddenly, a notification from China Construction Bank that his money had been deposited into his account caused his upturned lips to purse slightly.
The person who transferred the money was Lin Yourong.
He solemnly counted the digits—
One million!
clam?
What does she mean?
Yu Huan immediately exited the work group chat and just then saw the message sent by Lin Yourong:
'Hmph! I have to work hard every day to earn money, I wish I could live as carefree as you!'
These days, the mainstream record industry is sluggish. Most singers release albums at a loss unless they are currently very popular. They are essentially giving back to their fans and consolidating their popularity. Their main income still comes from commercial performances, endorsements, and variety shows.
Of course, for big stars, holding concerts can also be a significant source of income.
Although "It's You" has become a huge hit and Lin Yourong is sure to make a fortune, it's not time to reap the rewards yet.
Considering that she is about to open her own studio, she will need to cover expenses in various aspects.
Yu Huan didn't want his wife to be under too much financial pressure; he couldn't let her suffer, no matter how tough things got.
'Okay, okay.'
Yu Huan quickly typed in the nine-square grid and continued sending:
I'll transfer the money to you later.
Lin Yourong replied instantly: 'What? This is all the liquid funds I have right now. Can't I owe you the remaining million?'
Yu Huan thought that his words were very apt, but he didn't know how the girl was interpreting it, and she had completely misunderstood.
What are you thinking about?
He smiled helplessly and continued to explain:
"The wife earns the money, the husband spends it. You haven't earned much yet, and besides, opening a studio requires capital, doesn't it?"
"Don't worry about it! It's clearly stated in black and white in the marriage agreement that it's two million a year. I'll give you your other half when I have more money."
Yu Huan frowned as she looked at the message.
Did the previous comments about her leaving her husband to live a carefree life upset her?
I really didn't mean it that way; I was just joking.
On the other hand, could it be that in her mind, he has always been the image of a debt collector who is paid to be her husband?
With this thought in mind, I knew I had to return it to her to prove my innocence!
But honestly, that million is just too damn tempting...
Yu Huan replied with a hint of teasing: 'The agreement also states no interference! Are you going to abide by it?'
He figured that Lin Yourong must have gotten stuck on a bug when she saw this message.
So he quickly messaged her again, asking, "Do you treat me, your husband, like I'm on a paid job?"
"I don't care! Take this million first!" Lin Yourong quickly replied. "I know what I'm doing, don't worry about me lacking money!"
Yu Huan had just finished reading the message word by word when Lin Yourong quickly sent another one:
"And also, I'm going to interfere with you! You're not allowed to have affairs outside!"
Yu Huan was speechless and was about to type a reply when a video call suddenly popped up.
He looked at the contact's profile picture and nickname.
His wife seemed unable to fully express herself after several messages, so she immediately called back for a video call.
It was late at night, and all was quiet. He first turned down the volume, then answered the video call. Yu Huan lowered her voice and joked, "What? You're not making this video call specifically to cast a spell to forbid me from flirting, are you?"
Lin Yourong, wearing pajamas on the screen, chuckled, then suppressed her laughter, pouted, and said, "What, can't I video chat with you? You seem to have a problem with that."
"Of course, anytime!" Yu Huan nodded vigorously: "I don't philander, so I'm not afraid of my wife checking up on me."
"Hmph!" Lin Yourong snorted lightly.
Yu Huan stared at the background of the video of the humming monster; the room's decor looked familiar. "Are you in Shanghai?"
"I did an interview in Qiantang this afternoon, and just arrived at the hotel in Shanghai with Sister Ru." Lin Yourong paused for a moment, then continued, "Well... it's settled then, you can use this million to invest. Don't worry about me, I can manage it."
Although the weather was cold, Yu Huan's heart was filled with warmth.
Hearing that Sister Ru and she were at the hotel, and about those agreements and such, I decided it was best not to bring it up again.
What else?
"Thank you!" he whispered.
He immediately raised his left hand in front of the camera and made a heart shape for his wife.
Lin Yourong was completely bewildered, her face full of confusion: "What kind of gesture is that?"
"Don't you think it looks like a heart?" Yu Huan explained with a smile.
"Pfft!" Suddenly, Sister Ru's voice-over interrupted: "Yu Huan, can you please stop being so slick?"
Yu Huan grinned and said, "Well, there's nothing I can do about it. My wife just likes this kind of thing."
"what……"
Lin Yourong stared at the screen and tried to raise her hand to gesture.
She looked to one side and said, "Sister Ru, look, it really does look like a heart."
"I'm really impressed by you two!" Sister Ru's voice came again. "In Korea, entertainers often make this gesture when performing on stage. You two are really making a fuss over nothing!"
In 2016, South Korean entertainer Hwang Chi-yeul used a heart-shaped hand gesture on the show "I Am a Singer," and the gesture quickly became popular on Chinese social media.
Lin Yourong mimicked the gesture with her slender fingers, making a heart shape in front of the camera.
See this.
Yu Huan quickly made a heart shape with her hands in front of the camera and said, "I love you!"
"You two are so cheesy!" Sister Ru off-screen made a vomiting sound.
Lin Yourong ignored her and simply smiled slightly.
Then she put her hand down and asked curiously, "So many potted plants, all in old terracotta pots, did you plant them all by yourself?"
As Yu Huan inhaled the rich yet delicate fragrance of the pansies, a radiant smile spread across her face.
"Everyone helped with the planting," he explained. "Songnian's girlfriend, Xu Qian, was the main force, followed by Yu Chengcheng and her best friend. Songnian and I were mainly responsible for doing the heavy work and following their instructions."
"Oh." Lin Yourong nodded somewhat listlessly.
Yu Huan still vividly remembers her tearful face, lamenting that she couldn't find a balance between love and career.
He quickly chuckled and changed the subject, saying, "Honey, are you in Shanghai planning to talk to Canwen about terminating your contract?"
Lin Yourong nodded: "Sister Ru has already spoken with them on the phone and had a general discussion. We will meet in person on the Friday after the New Year's Day holiday to discuss the details. I plan to record 'Time Thief' in the next few days and release it as a single."
"and then?"
"Then comes the album signing event!"
"And then?" Yu Huan's smile held a hint of cunning, as if a fox's tail was slowly being revealed.
"Participate in 'I Am a Singer'!"
"Well, if you're recording this show, you'll probably be staying in Xingcheng for a long time, right?" Yu Huan chuckled.
"Of course!" Lin Yourong nodded.
But looking at his smiling face, the more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt.
She leaned closer to the front-facing camera, her large, round almond-shaped eyes sparkling and filling the screen: "No wonder you were so eager for me to participate in this show, was this all planned?"
"Otherwise what?" Yu Huan shrugged. "I'm practically turning into a statue waiting for my wife. I want to be with you every single day—"
Lin Yourong leaned back slightly.
Her almond-shaped eyes and rosy cheeks filled the screen as she decisively interrupted Yu Huan: "I'm not talking to you anymore, bye!"
Before Yu Huan could respond, the video call ended with a "beep".
The conversation was only halfway through.
Yu Huan scratched his head, completely bewildered, and sent her a message asking, "What happened? Why did you suddenly hang up?"
Soon, Lin Yourong replied: 'Sister Ru is still right next to me, you big pervert!'
"Huh?" Yu Huan was a little confused.
Is his image in his wife's eyes really that good?
Oh shit.
When he went out with her, surrounded by so many beautiful women, his gaze was always fixed on what was directly in front of him.
Oh no, at most I'll just look at the legs—
Because it's not very polite in other places.
But overall, he really didn't look to the side; his eyes were only on his wife.
Yu Huan felt incredibly wronged.
In an instant, a line of text was typed and sent:
'I hadn't even finished speaking! I want to say good morning to you face-to-face every day!'
'Well……'
Lin Yourong quickly sent another message:
'You have work tomorrow, get some rest, goodnight!'
Yu Huan looked at the chat interface and pursed her lips speechlessly.
It seems she realized she had misunderstood, so she simply buryed her head in the sand.
Even if you have nothing to say, your attitude must be appropriate.
After all, my wife is a good wife.
Yu Huan hurriedly typed and sent:
'I'll take the million for now. If you ever need money, just let me know!'
"We agreed beforehand that if the land is really demolished and you receive compensation, we'll provide you with financial management services!"
Thank you, honey! You're so wonderful!
'Hmph! And another thing, what do you mean I left my husband behind to have fun outside? You're not allowed to talk about me like that, and you're not allowed to even think that way!'
Looking at the text Lin Yourong sent, Yu Huan pondered it for a moment.
As a self-proclaimed "laid-back development enthusiast," I'm actually quite helpless when I encounter a wife who's driven by hard work and is completely tied to me.
The only consolation is that she only involved herself, not her husband.
Yu Huan leaned back in her chair, took a deep breath of the rich floral fragrance, and after a moment's thought, typed out a message and sent it:
'So, do you admit I'm a "waiting-for-my-wife-stone"?'
This was the only tactful reply I could give, so that I could subtly steer the conversation toward his more important business.
'...'
After a few breaths, Lin Yourong replied with an ellipsis.
Yu Huan didn't want her to face the choice between love and career again, so he was direct and half-jokingly said:
"So, after careful consideration, I've decided to resign after the New Year to help build your studio. As your wife, I'm sure you'll support me, understand me, and even support me financially, right?"
'? '
In the blink of an eye, two more messages from Lin Yourong popped up:
'real? ’
'Are you really sure about this?'
Yu Huan smiled slightly.
Even if, in the final analysis, it's because it's difficult to 'manage finances' within the system, and there's a concern about leaving evidence of nepotism that could hinder Lao Lin's future.
Even if we don't know what Lao Lin is thinking, leaving before the probation period is the best option.
At that time, he will also hand over the ten-year plan for the new media department to his father-in-law.
Old Xu is over sixty years old and will be retiring in a few years.
Once the short video industry flourishes and a converged media matrix is formed, the father-in-law, who will serve as the president of the company, will surely live a very prosperous life!
But with your wife, you have to say things nicely:
"As long as my wife supports me, I don't care what anyone else opposes, because I don't want to be trapped in my workplace, repeating the same routine of going to and from get off work every day, turning into a 'waiting-for-wife stone'!"
'I have absolutely no objection!'
a long distance away.
Lin Yourong's heart pounded with excitement, and her hands trembled.
Her trembling fingers quickly typed out the words, then she threw her phone on the table, stood up excitedly, and stomped her feet in her slippers.
This was completely unlike her usual aloof and serene demeanor.
Sister Ru sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Lin Yourong's almost manic joy, feeling bewildered: "Susu, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm opening a studio, and my husband is coming to help me!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Yourong suddenly covered her mouth with her hand.
wrong.
Why did she blurt out the word 'husband' again?
It's all Wang Jingru's fault!
He was always calling her "your husband, your husband" in her ear.
Upon hearing this news, Sister Ru asked in surprise, "How can he help you?"
"He's going to quit his job to help me!"
"Huh?" Sister Ru looked completely bewildered: "He's no longer working at the newspaper?"
Tears welled up in Lin Yourong's eyes, and she choked up, unable to speak.
From her current perspective.
Yu Huan made this decision so that he could spend more time with her. He had to make concessions and sacrifices, including giving up his career.
(End of this chapter)