Saving Wang

Chapter 9-Dear, You Can't Throw Your Underpants in This Way

Chen Kexin knew nothing about his wife's previous lifestyle.

Therefore, when he saw the messy bed she left and disordered clothes she wore the previous day, Wang Weixi felt dizzy.

Chen Kexin stepped out of the bathroom in a good mood. She wore a pink princess dress with half-dry hair. Without any makeup, she looked extremely pure and fresh. Actually, she impressed people with neatness. Wang Weixi had thought that Chen Kexin had been exhausted over the past few days, so she had behaved abnormally. For example, she was unwilling to grab clothes from the wardrobe while she was on the bed, and sometimes she covered herself with the bed sheet.

Today, Chen Kexin still called her husband in. She lay prone on the bed like a gecko and asked Wang Weixi to take clothes for her.

Seeing Wang Weixi standing there, Chen Kexin asked in puzzlement. "Dear, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Weixi forced a smile with resignation and pointed at the messy bed, asking, "Sweetheart, this bed..."

Chen Kexin glanced at the bed and responded with a calm look. "What's wrong?" It sounded like the bed should be in a mess like this.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Faced with his wife's innocent expression, Wang Weixi did not know how to reply.

"Alas..." He sighed deeply and started to clear it.

Wang Weixi was clean, so he liked to mop the floor every day, even though it was not dirty. Their kitchen was also spotless without any oil stain. He scrubbed out every corner of the bedroom. But the bed became the messiest place over the last few days. It was not because they made love on it, but because Chen Kexin was glued to the bed and messed it up.

Chen Kexin suddenly realized her "bad" behavior and scratched her neck, saying awkwardly, "Honey, sorry, I always make the bed so messy..."

Wang Weixi raised his head and responded with a gentle smile, "It's OK, as long as you rest well." Although he was not clear about his wife's previous lifestyle, he knew that it was normal that a spoiled miss had maids do those things. Thinking of it, Wang Weixi thought he should forgive Chen Kexin's bad habit.

After all, Chen Kexin was a miss who had been in clover for years. Hearing what Wang Weixi said, she felt relieved and immediately said in a sweet tone, "Dear, you're nice."

For Wang Weixi, his world would become brilliant as long as he saw his wife's smile, so he only chuckled and kept tidying the bedroom. He lowered his head, picked up the clothes on the bed, and hung them inside the wardrobe. Those were backup clothes Chen Kexin had not chosen in the morning.

Chen Kexin idly sat in front of her computer desk, unfolded her laptop and searched the Web for her favorite TV series.

Clearing up piles of clothes on the bed, Wang Weixi noticed a small black lace item and frowned. The little white skirt fell from his hands.

Closing his eyes, Wang Weixi hoped that he was in the dream, but as he opened up again, he found the black underpants still lying under the pillow.

Wang Weixi clenched his hands and exhaled deeply. He tilted his head and stared at his wife who was absorbed in an unknown Korean drama, shouting awkwardly. "Dear..."

Chen Kexin wore earphones and indulged herself in cheerful sound, ignoring Wang Weixi's words.

"Hey, dear..." Wang Weixi raised his voice and shouted.

Then he heard Chen Kexin's laughter.

Wang Weixi tried to take a deep breath, came to his wife calmly, and took off her earphones. Then the voice disappeared, Chen Kexin raised her head with surprise but saw her husband's restrained face.