My Husband's Room

Finally, he slightly raised the corner of his lips, revealing a smile that was both roguish and soft.

That smile contained helplessness, compromise, and something else entirely.

There's nothing I can do about your indulgence.

Bathed in the afternoon sunlight, it was clean and bright, even shimmering.

Jin Bao'er was slightly lost in thought, and for a moment forgot to breathe.

In the end, Zhao Yuheng carried the person back.

He had a broad back and thick shoulders, with a faint smell of engine oil and sweat, as well as a unique, reassuring masculine aura.

Jin Bao'er wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and slumped softly against his right shoulder.

Every now and then, she would lean in and gently blow a breath into his ear.

If it weren't for the five-year distance and the hurtful words he said, Jin Bao'er would have loved to open her mouth and bite his reddened earlobe hard.

Zhao Yuheng's head and ears were itchy from the blowing, but he didn't say a word and let him make a fuss.

It's like indulgence, yet also like cherishing this regained intimacy.

Upon reaching the third floor, Zhao Yuheng gently put the person down and took out his key to open the door.

Pushing open the door, Jin Bao'er finally understood that the "chaos" he mentioned was indeed real chaos.

The room was small, with one bedroom and one bathroom, furnished with a large bed, a long table, and a small set of simple pots and pans squeezed into the corner.

The unwashed bowls from the morning were still on the table, and the bowls and chopsticks were piled up haphazardly.

Clothes were piled up on the bed, and seven or eight pairs of shoes were scattered on the floor, with socks here and there.

The entire space was filled with a thick, lingering scent that belonged to adult men.

Jin Bao'er couldn't help but furrow her brow slightly.

Zhao Yuheng has long since mastered the art of controlling his emotions.

Even in this predicament, she didn't show much panic on her face. She just quickly stepped forward, hastily gathered her clothes to one side, and made room for Jinbao'er.

"I do have work to do this afternoon." He lowered his voice, with a hint of softness that was barely perceptible. "I'll apply the medicine for you first. You can rest here. If you're not in a hurry, you can leave tomorrow."

"And what about you?" Jin Bao'er sat on the edge of the bed. The bed was a bit hard, but it made him feel incredibly secure.

"I have a shipment to deliver, and I have to leave at 2 PM."

"Where to send it?"

At this point, Zhao Yuheng fell silent again.

"You're not allowed to give me the silent treatment."

Jin Bao'er looked up and stared straight at him, her gaze light and bright, as if she wanted to see right through him.

Zhao Yuheng's Adam's apple bobbed before he uttered two words in a low voice: "Kunming."

"Okay, I'll go buy you the medicine. You wait for me at home."

After he finished speaking, he didn't even bother to grab his keys. He grabbed his phone and hurriedly went downstairs, as if he was running away from something, or as if he was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he wouldn't be able to bear leaving him alone.

Only Jinbao'er remained in the room.

He looked around the small space, feeling a mix of sadness and tenderness in his heart.

He didn't know when, but the fan had been turned on, and the wind was blowing directly at him, so gentle it was almost unbelievable.

In the sweltering heat of Sichuan in midsummer, with outdoor temperatures nearing forty degrees Celsius, even the breeze from the fan is warm, yet it cannot dispel the sweetness in one's heart.

Not long after, Zhao Yuheng returned.

Jin Bao'er got up and opened the door for him.

"Come here and apply the ointment." Zhao Yuheng handed over the ointment.

Jin Bao'er sat motionless on the bed, her eyebrows slightly lowered, her voice soft and gentle, carrying just the right amount of grievance: "My feet hurt, I can't bend them."

Zhao Yuheng looked down at him, then glanced at the slippers on Jin Bao'er's feet.

is his.

Tiny feet stepping inside, like a child secretly wearing their father's shoes, revealing a slender ankle, both adorable and endearing.

He didn't say anything more, took a step forward, and gently pulled Jinbao'er's socks down a little.

The fingertips were rough, yet the movements were incredibly light.

He squeezed the ointment into his palm, rubbed it to warm it, and then slowly applied it to the red and swollen area, gently massaging it in circles to smooth it out.

The force was extremely gentle and steady, creating a striking yet tender contrast with the taut strength in his arm.

"Speak if it hurts," he whispered, his gaze fixed on the ankle, avoiding Jin Bao'er's eyes.

After applying the medicine, Zhao Yuheng got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

As he came out, he suddenly stopped—

The bowls on the table were washed clean and neatly arranged;

The clothes that had been carelessly thrown away were neatly folded and put aside;

The floor was quickly tidied up, and even the scattered socks were gathered into a pile.

The whole room instantly felt much cleaner and fresher.

"You washed the dishes for me, can't you even apply some medicine yourself?"

Zhao Yuheng couldn't help but mutter a complaint under his breath, but there was no blame in his tone, only helplessness.

"Can't I?" Jin Bao'er looked up, her voice assertive and slightly smug.

Zhao Yuheng: "..."

"You rest, I'm going to take a shower."

He said no more, grabbed a set of clean clothes, and turned to go into the bathroom.

This time, Jin Bao'er didn't have any bad intentions. She sat quietly on the bed, holding her phone, and secretly took pictures of the corners of the room, his things, and the coat he had casually left behind.

I just want to preserve as many traces of him as possible.

Soon, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Zhao Yuheng came out wearing a simple white T-shirt and cargo pants, his whole body was covered up, only his forearm was exposed.

Jin Bao'er glanced at it and said irritably, "Is it necessary to be so wary of me?"

Zhao Yuheng's cheeks flushed slightly. He barely understood what he meant and could only manage to squeeze out one word: "No."

It's so hot that I don't even need to blow-dry my hair; it'll be half-dry after standing for a while.

The two of them had delayed for so long that it was already past one o'clock.

"I'll leave you a spare key." Zhao Yuheng then began to explain in detail, "You can stay as long as you want. Order takeout if you get hungry. The address is..."

"Stop." Jin Bao'er raised her hand to interrupt him. "Did I say I wanted to stay at your house?"

Zhao Yuheng was taken aback, then immediately nodded seriously: "Okay, then I'll take you to the subway station later."

"I want to go back to Kunming with you."

"Okay, I'll take you to the subway station now." Zhao Yuheng subconsciously replied, bending down to put on his shoes.

Jin Bao'er reached out and grabbed his shoulder, preventing him from moving.

I said, "I'll take your car to Kunming."

Zhao Yuheng suddenly looked up.

For the first time, those eyes, which were usually calm and deep like a still pool, revealed clear astonishment, helplessness, and a hint of panic that they couldn't hide.

As Jin Bao'er watched, a small sense of accomplishment inexplicably arose in her heart.

It seems like a really impressive thing to be able to make this expressionless man make all sorts of faces.

"No way." Zhao Yuheng frowned immediately, his tone resolute. "I have to take a detour, which will take two days in total, while the high-speed rail only takes five hours."

"My car is dirty and dilapidated, the air is bad, I can't sleep or eat well, if you come with me, you'll just suffer."

Seeing that Jin Bao'er remained resolute and wouldn't budge an inch, Zhao Yuheng could only soften his tone and patiently persuade her.

Jin Bao'er gently lifted her injured foot and rested it on the edge of the bed. The redness and swelling had faded a lot and were almost gone.

"I got this leg injured trying to see you." His voice was soft, but every word was clear. "You just left me here all alone, abandoning me?"

Zhao Yuheng: "..."

Whether it was due to time constraints or his inability to bring himself to do it, Zhao Yuheng eventually relented.

He indulged Jin Bao'er, letting her ride in his long-distance truck that he used to drive all year round.

Jin Bao'er arrived in a hurry, without any preparation, not even a suitcase, and was all alone.

The high-speed train had only been there for a few hours, but he used all his courage to rush towards this person.

When Jin Bao'er actually stood in front of the truck, she was dumbfounded.

The car was so tall, he had no idea how to climb up.

Just as he was standing on tiptoe, struggling to get stuck in the middle of the steps, a strong and powerful hand suddenly supported his lower back, while another hand steadily supported his buttocks, gently pushing him upwards.

The force was steady, precise, and careful, not at all rough, yet enough to make one blush.

Jin Bao'er's cheeks flushed slightly, and with that strength, she finally climbed into the car.

Zhao Yuheng got into the car from the other side and sat steadily in the driver's seat.

"Hold on tight."

He whispered instructions, turned on the car's air conditioning, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, focused his gaze, and skillfully reversed and drove the several-meter-long truck out of the car while checking the rearview mirror.

Jin Bao'er sat beside him, watching him quietly.

Outside the car, the heat was intense, but inside, the air conditioning was only slightly cool.

The man in front of me gripped the heavy steering wheel, his expression serious, his profile sharp, and every movement steady and reliable.

She is completely different from the naive and cheerful college student she was five years ago.

He felt a pang of melancholy, a touch of bitterness, but more than anything, a sense of peace that came from having regained what he had lost.

Zhao Yuheng focused on driving the whole time and didn't say anything more. Jin Bao'er also stayed quietly by his side without disturbing him.

The two remained silent the entire way, yet there was no awkwardness, only a faint, cautious intimacy.

We went to the factory to load the goods. They were all lightweight items, so the handling was quick, and all the binding was completed in two hours.

Zhao Yuheng got out of the car and carefully inspected the carriage, checking whether the ropes were secure and whether the tarpaulin was properly covering the carriage, leaving no detail unchecked.

Jin Bao'er sat in the car and gently moved her ankle; it no longer hurt at all.

He secretly rejoiced.

Luckily I put on an act earlier, otherwise, this hypocritical man would have kicked me off the bus long ago.