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I softened my tone again and said, "Hui, the house won't be ready for another month. Can we not argue about this?"
"It's not like I brought it up first!" Yao Hui shot me a glare and stormed into the kitchen.
That was the signal for a ceasefire. To be honest, Yao Hui is quite easy to appease. As I listened to the clattering sounds coming from the kitchen, a sense of happiness began to swell within me.
Until Yao Hui stood at the kitchen door with a knife in hand and said, "Honey, please put my name on the house deed. I'm begging you!"
This wasn’t the first time she had asked me. I actually wanted to include her name too, but there was a problem: the house was bought by my parents, and it was in their name. My mother had said, "Just think of it as your own. Once you two have lived together for a few years without any issues, I'll transfer it to you."
I understood Yao Hui; she inherently lacked a sense of security due to her absence of paternal love. Everything she missed out on, I would do my best to provide for her. That’s why she relies on me so much now.
But when it came to the house, I was at a loss. "Let's wait a bit; I need to discuss this with my parents."
"Why do you have to consult them about everything?"
Yeah, I do have to consult them about everything—except marrying her. I managed to brush off her concerns with that excuse and decided to postpone the discussion for now. However, I still called my dad to talk about transferring the house deed. The answer I received was a definite no… absolutely not! It definitely wouldn’t work out; I should just focus on working hard and earning money instead, or else I wouldn’t even be able to pay off the mortgage.
Returning to the company, the hardest hurdle to face was Manager Yu's thunderous wrath.
In the elevator, I had already thought of at least ten ways to appease Yu Jiamin, including kneeling in the office to beg for mercy.
As luck would have it, just as I stepped through the company doors, Yu Jiamin was unleashing her fury on the team leader of the adjacent project group.
"I'm sorry, Manager Yu, I'm late," I said obediently, standing beside her and not daring to return to my desk.
"Go wait in my office!"
"Yes, Manager Yu."
I busied myself with cleaning the windows, sweeping the floor, wiping down desks, and making tea... With every increase in Manager Yu's scolding from outside, I trembled a little more.
"If you don't know your business well enough, go learn from Dong Xiaohui! If you can't learn it properly, get lost!"
Something crashed onto the desk, followed by the sharp sound of high heels clicking against the floor. Then the office door swung open.
"Finance! Double deductions for Dong Xiaohui today! Make a note of it!"
Before entering her office, Yu Jiamin shouted towards the finance desk and then locked the door behind her as she stepped inside.
"Sit!" Yu Jiamin looked at me with a half-smile that felt more like a threat.
"I... I don't dare..."
"Sit or don't sit!" After tiring herself out from scolding, she leaned back in her chair and propped her legs up casually.
"Come here!"
"Oh."
Suddenly, she placed her legs on the desk, encased in black stockings that were tight and elongated. "Give me a massage."
"Huh?" I was taken aback; I wasn't trained for this kind of task.
"Massage my legs; can't you understand plain language?"
"I... I only sell my skills, not my body," I stammered nervously as I tugged at my skin.
In truth, I wasn't nervous at all; after all, I had rehearsed this scenario in the elevator.
Moreover, that day it was clearly me who was asleep; she was the one who committed the crime!
“Ha…” Yu Jiamin burst out laughing, the tea she had just sipped splattering all over her pants.
My pants.
“Didn’t your Xiao Hui argue with you?” She became serious, her eyes fixed on me.
“We did argue, but not about that,” I replied honestly. It was surprising to think that we hadn’t actually fought about what happened on our wedding night.
“What could possibly be more important than entering the wrong bridal chamber? Your wife must be quite magnanimous…”
“It’s nothing, just a small matter.”
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