Jai Mei's Unforeseen Journey to Ancient China

Chapter Seventy: What's Wrong With The Guys? I

Jai Mei emerged from the cocoon of blankets, she realized she had slept much longer than usual, wrapped up and isolated from the chill of the morning air.

Expecting to see Shu Wang, she glanced around the room, only to find it empty—no sign that he had returned after last night's tangled encounter.

Her brow furrowed in mild concern; it wasn't like him to simply not come back without at least telling her.

Peering out the window, she noted the position of the sun high in the sky, confirming her late start to the day.

Although there wasn't much on her agenda, the unusual quietness of the house piqued her curiosity. She decided it was time to find out where everyone was and what, exactly, had kept Shu Wang away.

Jai Mei took her time to freshen up, focusing on her hygiene and carefully choosing her attire to match the increasingly chilly weather. After attending to her appearance and ensuring she was adequately dressed for the cold, she felt more prepared to face whatever the day might hold.

Ready and refreshed, she stepped out of her room, her mind still partly on Shu Wang's unexplained absence, determined to uncover the whereabouts of her husbands and the reason behind the unusual silence in the house.

The guys didn't get much sleep last night, tossing and turning restlessly.

Consequently, they found themselves awake earlier than usual, endeavoring to attend to their duties and keep their minds occupied.

Despite their efforts to immerse themselves in chores and even assist neighbors, the husbands found their minds relentlessly drifting back to Jai Mei.

The tasks at hand—tending to the yard, caring for the pups, and even restocking supplies—offered little respite from their internal turmoil.

Each activity was mechanically performed, but their thoughts were elsewhere, tangled in the events of the previous night and the unexpected feelings that had surfaced.

The distraction they sought was futile; Jai Mei’s presence, even in her absence, loomed large in their thoughts, coloring every action with a haze of distraction and unresolved emotion.

Upon their return and finding Jai Mei still asleep, each husband gravitated towards tasks that would further occupy their minds.

Hao Zhang delved into sorting the food storage, meticulously arranging and cataloging each item.

Chun Wei, seeking solace in order, turned his attention to organizing the medicine room, aligning bottles and restocking shelves with a precision that belied his distracted state.

Liu Feng tackled the laundry, his movements automatic as he washed clothes, his thoughts swirling with recent memories.

Meanwhile, Shu Wang busied himself in the kitchen, peeling potatoes and preparing for lunch, each slice a methodical attempt to carve out a sense of normalcy amidst the chaos of their emotions.

Shu Wang In The Kitchen POV

As Shu Wang peeled potatoes, the rhythmic action of his hands contrasted with the sweet turmoil in his thoughts. The sun's soft glow seeped through the kitchen shutters, casting a warm light that seemed to mix with the stirring within him.

His mind replayed the incident from the previous day over and over. He remembered how his heart had raced to catch Jai Mei as she fell, the panic morphing into something else when their bodies collided in an awkward, intimate heap.

His eyes had opened wide not just from the shock of the fall, but from what he saw—Jai Mei and Liu Feng’s lips connected in an accidental kiss.

It wasn’t just that sight that had set his heart pounding, but also the unexpected softness beneath his hands. As he realized where his hands were placed, a flush of heat surged through him, igniting a flame that he struggled to understand. The memory burned bright, mingling with a yearning that he couldn't quite shake off.