The newly married reborn cold-faced boss dotes on his delicate wife

"I'm not that kind of person."

Li Changpu looked at Jiang Tingxia, anger in his eyes, "You might as well slap me if you say that."

After Li Changpu finished speaking, he waited for a long time without getting a response from Jiang Tingxia, and he became furious. Seeing that she refused to even look at him face to face, he glared at Jiang Tingxia and left angrily.

Jiang Tingxia turned sideways and didn't look at Li Changpu. She saw him standing beside her for a while, then turned and left. From the corner of her eye, she saw him walking with big strides, his clothes fluttering, and he seemed angry.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Tingxia still stood there motionless. What she said might have hurt his feelings, but why did she say such things? It was because Li Changpu was having an affair outside.

Why would he want other women to like him?

……

Li Changpu had a big fight with Jiang Tingxia. He was in a bad mood and was sulking. Thinking about what Jiang Tingxia had just said, he was so angry that his heart ached.

As the saying goes, it takes two to tango. She didn't listen to his explanation and just decided that he was guilty.

Li Changpu was angry with Jiang Tingxia and had no place to vent his anger, so he reached out and slapped the steering wheel twice, then drove around aimlessly.

With nowhere to go, Li Changpu drove straight to the military staff housing compound and the house allocated to him.

He walked into the yard, pushed open the door, reached out to brush away the fallen dust, coughed twice, and then turned on the light with a click.

There are still some miscellaneous items piled up in the house, and he has been very busy these past two days, so he hasn't had time to find someone to move them away.

I wanted to go inside for a while and calm down alone, but this house has been empty for too long and it was so messy that I had no place to stay.

Li Changpu rubbed his aching head, took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and began to clean the house.

Li Changpu checked the furniture in the house. The sofa in the living room and the bed frame in the bedroom all showed signs of being eaten by insects. Jiang Tingxia was so picky that she would definitely not use them. Li Changpu simply moved all the things to the yard and asked someone to carry them away when the time came.

He thought everything in the house was in bad condition and could not be used.

The paint on this one is peeling, Jiang Tingxia definitely won't like it, and that one is so old, Jiang Tingxia definitely will dislike it. As a result, after a while, he moved out of the house and only an empty room was left, and all the original furniture was thrown away.

After being busy for most of the day, Li Changpu was already sweating profusely. He patted his dusty clothes and hands. He worked for a while, exerted a lot of effort, and was sweating all over. It was like venting his feelings, and he didn't feel as bad as before.

He walked into the house and looked at the layout of his new home again. Since there was no usable old furniture left, he would definitely have to buy new ones.

At the beginning, when he and Jiang Tingxia got married, they lived in a small room and had to make do with everything, which was unfair to her.

Li Changpu was still angry at first, and she gritted her teeth at the thought of Jiang Tingxia. But when she thought about how she had to suffer with him, she felt sorry for her.

Forget it. He wouldn't bother with a woman, especially since she was his wife. He knew that she had the temper of an unreasonable young lady.

Li Changpu thought so and coaxed herself into losing her temper.

He thought that he still had a lot of furniture tickets in his hand, so a sofa and a bed were definitely necessary. Li Changpu looked around the bedroom, estimated the size of it, and thought that in addition to a double bed, a large wardrobe was also necessary, as Jiang Tingxia was a vain person and had a lot of clothes.

Oh, and get her a dressing table.

When he lived in Jiang's house, he also saw Jiang Tingxia's dressing table.

He thought that if the furniture factory here didn't have something like that, he could draw a picture and ask a carpenter to print one out.

Li Changpu was thinking about taking Jiang Tingxia out to pick out furniture one day.

This is their new home, so she must be satisfied with the furniture.

Thinking of Jiang Tingxia, Li Changpu glanced at the time. It was getting late and he had been out for several hours.

Just now, the incident with Yang Jinfeng happened. After the two of them quarreled, he was so angry that he forgot to consider Jiang Tingxia's feelings. Li Changpu began to worry about the situation at home.

After being out for so long, it’s time to go back.

Before leaving, Li Changpu took a broom and swept the house. He then borrowed some insect and rat poison from the neighbor next door and sprinkled it all over the house. This way, when they moved in, there wouldn't be any of these things.

Jiang Tingxia is such a coward that he would scream at the top of his lungs when he sees a small insect.

……

In the dark night, Jin Xiaobao's figure was as agile as a little monkey. He ran fast and hurriedly, pushed open the door with a bang, and shouted to Jiang Tingxia in the house, "My uncle is back."

Jiang Tingxia was feeling uneasy. He glanced out the window from time to time, his delicate brows knitted, it was already so dark.

Li Changpu had such a bad temper, and she had only argued with him for a few words. Jiang Tingxia felt a little guilty and thought, okay, even if she had said something inappropriate, he just left like that, and hadn't been home for several hours. It was so late, and he still hadn't come back.

Jin Xiaobao, the sentry, waited at the intersection for a long time. As soon as he saw his uncle show up, he ran home to report the news.

Upon hearing that Li Changpu had returned, Jiang Tingxia immediately sat on a chair, holding a book and pretending nothing had happened.

He also told the three children, "Hurry, the three of you sit down and do what you need to do."

Jiang Tingxia said, "Don't let your uncle think we are waiting for him to come back."

So, when Li Changpu pushed the door open, what he saw was this scene.

Jiang Tingxia was sitting at the table reading a book, nodding and praising from time to time, as if there were flowers in the book.

Jin Xiaobao, who usually couldn't sit still for five minutes, was like a nail on a stool. But now he was sitting upright at the small desk, writing and calculating with a pencil without even raising his head.

The two sisters, Jin Xiaowen and Jin Xiaoyu, were both on the kang. Jin Xiaowen was holding needle and thread, doing her embroidery. She didn't react when she saw him come back, and didn't say a word of greeting. Jin Xiaoyu was standing on the kang, dancing around her elder sister, turning silently.

Well-organized, yet strange.

In short, there is a sense of weirdness in the calmness of this house.

Li Changpu didn't say anything either, just walked home with his head down.

Jiang Tingxia raised his head and glanced at Li Changpu secretly with the cover of the book in his hand, only to see that Li Changpu had a stern face and did not say a word.

Jiang Tingxia muttered in his heart, this stinky weed has such a bad temper, he gets unhappy even when I say a few words to him.

When Li Changpu passed by her, Jiang Tingxia cleared her throat and asked casually, "You're back."

Li Changpu stopped and replied calmly, "Yeah."

Jiang Tingxia put the book in his hand aside and stood up. "Where did you go?"

Li Changpu looked forward, still with a sour face, "I went out for a run."

Jiang Tingxia clenched his fists.

She had taken the initiative to talk to him, which was considered as a way to give both of them a way out. The quarrel between the two of them in the afternoon was just over, but he still had that expression.

Seeing Jiang Tingxia like this, Li Changpu bit the soft flesh on the side of his mouth to stop himself from laughing. He lowered his head and was about to walk past Jiang Tingxia.

Just as he was about to dodge past, he suddenly heard Jiang Tingxia cry out, he turned around and saw that Jiang Tingxia's face was twisted and she looked very uncomfortable.

"what happened?"

Seeing that she was not feeling well, Li Changpu became anxious and hurried to ask about Jiang Tingxia's condition.

Jiang Tingxia frowned and said, "It hurts."

"I was injured this afternoon."

Li Changpu shouted, "Ah!"

Yang Jinfeng was holding the kitchen knife and chasing Jiang Tingxia. If it bumped into anything, it would be terrible.

Fearing that he would touch Jiang Tingxia's wound, Li Changpu did not dare to touch her. He held his hands in the air, looking somewhat helpless. "Where is the wound?"

Jiang Tingxia looked in pain.

Li Changpu was a little anxious, "Why are you telling me now?"

"Why didn't you tell me just now?"

Jiang Tingxia bent down slightly, and said in a soft but murderous tone, "You left in a rage at the time, and I didn't have time to tell you."

Li Changpu took a deep breath. Hearing Jiang Tingxia complaining about him like that, he didn't know what to say. He licked his lips which had instantly gone dry, feeling helpless and panicked as if he had done something wrong.

He didn't know. After all, when Jiang Tingxia scolded him, she was so arrogant and her twisted logic made her words sound reasonable. Her little mouth was like poison, and every word she said was hurtful. Who would have thought that she would be hurt?

Li Changpu had an anxious look on his face. He carefully pulled Jiang Tingxia's arm and looked her up and down. "Where did the knife wound you? Is it bleeding? Where is the wound?"

Jiang Tingxia stroked his chest and said, "It's not serious, just a minor injury."

"That's a knife, it could be just a minor wound..."

Before Li Changpu finished speaking, Jiang Tingxia pointed at his calf and said, "I ran too fast and twisted my foot."

Li Changpu: ...

Li Changpu, who was extremely anxious and serious just now, straightened up, glanced at Jiang Tingxia, and his cheeks twitched.

He gasps for breath while speaking.

Jiang Tingxia pointed at her stiff ankle, her face aggrieved, "It hurts."

Li Changpu looked at Jiang Tingxia, let out a breath, and showed a helpless expression. The next second, he grabbed her arm, exerted force on his hands, half-supported and half-carried her to the edge of the kang, rolled up her trouser legs and took a look. She seemed to be fine. There was no redness or swelling on her fair and tender skin.

Li Changpu looked up at Jiang Tingxia. She half-closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and looked at her feet. She looked distressed and asked him, "Take a look, is it swollen? It hurts so much."

Li Changpu gently put her legs down, thinking that she was so delicate. If she was injured like that and swollen, she would have cried like a rainstorm, and would not have just cried out in pain like she did now.

I guess it was just a sprain, the kind that even kids wouldn't tell their parents about.

Li Changpu sighed inwardly, thinking that his wife might not be made of tofu.

He said, "Sit still and don't move."

Then he got up and went to look for the medicated oil.

Jiang Tingxia just sat on the edge of the kang, waiting for him obediently, secretly shaking her happy little feet from time to time, looking at Li Changpu's back as he searched, and when he turned around, she immediately stopped moving her little feet, put away the smug expression on her face, and began to frown again.

After Li Changpu came back, he also sat on the edge of the kang, put Jiang Tingxia's feet on his thighs, rolled up her trouser legs, poured the medicinal wine into his palms, rubbed them, and then put them on Jiang Tingxia's ankles.

Jiang Tingxia smelled the pungent smell of the medicinal oil and wrinkled her nose. It smelled bad.

Immediately, she felt the skin being pressed by the big hand getting warm. Jiang Tingxia went to see Li Changpu, only to see that his face was serious, his eyes fixed on her feet. He applied the medicated oil in his hands very slowly and lightly, very carefully, with only a little force, massaging gently.

When he stopped, Jiang Tingxia moved towards her and stepped twice on Li Changpu's tight thigh muscles with her white and tender feet.

Li Changpu was a little dissatisfied with her making such impetuous little movements when her injury had not yet healed. He grabbed her calf, looked at the instep that was just medicated and still covered with shiny massage oil, and glared at her, "Don't move."

Jiang Tingxia was already very close to him. After hearing what he said, she sat down. She didn't move her feet, but reached out and pulled the corner of Li Changpu's clothes, "Thank you."

This way, the two of them could be brought closer together and the unpleasantness of the afternoon could be resolved.

Jiang Tingxia looked at Li Changpu and said, "Thank you for applying the medicine for me. My feet feel much better."

Li Changpu used his hand to take away Jiang Tingxia's hand that was pulling at the corner of his clothes.

Jiang Tingxia was puzzled. His smiling face froze. He stared at Li Changpu with his eyes rolling around, unable to believe that he had actually pried his hands apart.

Li Changpu said slowly, "I am covered in dust."

As he said this, he dusted off his clothes, and sure enough, dust flew up.

Jiang Tingxia knew about it and immediately put on an embarrassed expression. She shook off the hand that had just pulled Li Changpu's clothes. She waved to brush away the dust in the air, then covered her nose and was about to step back to stay away from Li Changpu who was covered in dust.

Li Changpu: ...

I have never seen such a clean person. It's just a handful of dirt and dust. To Jiang Tingxia, it seems like she can eat it.

He stood up and walked out of the house, unbuttoning his coat. He wanted to go outside the yard to pat his clothes to shake off the dust.

Just looking at Jiang Tingxia, Li Changpu had bad thoughts. When passing by Jiang Tingxia, he quickly rubbed Jiang Tingxia's face twice with his sleeve.

Jiang Tingxia immediately covered her face and shouted his name angrily.

"Li Changpu! What are you doing? You made my face dirty!"

Li Changpu's movements were quick and accurate. When Jiang Tingxia was angry, he had already done his bad thing and was walking towards the door. Since his back was facing Jiang Tingxia, Jiang Tingxia could not see his expression, but she could hear his hearty laughter as he had succeeded in his prank.

Jiang Tingxia picked up a feather duster at hand and threw it at him. The feather duster didn't hit Li Changpu, but hit the door lightly, and Li Changpu had already slipped out of the door.

He looked inside the house from outside the door, bent down and picked up the feather duster, his tone softened, "It won't get on your face, I'll clean it for you later."

Because he lifted the door curtain, a cold wind blew and Jiang Tingxia shivered. Now it was her turn to frown.

Jiang Tingxia taught him a lesson, "Go out and put down the door curtain. It's freezing."

Li Changpu responded, threw the feather duster back onto the kang, and lowered the door curtain.

In addition to Jiang Tingxia, there were three other children in the room, including Jin Xiaowen. Although they didn't say anything, they all pricked up their ears to listen to what Jiang Tingxia and Li Changpu were saying. Seeing Li Changpu's begging look, they all burst out laughing.

Jiang Tingxia also snorted and laughed softly.

Neither of them mentioned the quarrel in the afternoon, and the matter was just put behind them.