Chapter 41 The Deceived Girl in the 1970s: Fake vs. Real Daughter Story (41)

This time, Xiaoxiao finally felt good. She couldn’t help but start to respond.

Seeing this, Chen Zhibin was relieved. So she didn’t dislike it—good.

He remembered the advice from his older coworkers—turns out it really worked. He secretly resolved to keep learning more in the future so he could help Xiaoxiao enjoy this kind of happiness too.

The consequence of indulging was that Xiaoxiao couldn’t get up at all afterward. She didn’t even want to move a finger.

She finally understood those exaggerated descriptions in romance novels. While maybe over the top, they definitely had some truth to them.

Looking at Chen Zhibin, who still looked full of energy, Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been “yin-drained to nourish yang.”

She tried to push the man still holding her but found she had no strength left.

Chen Zhibin noticed and quickly asked, “Wife, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

Xiaoxiao: Isn’t that an obvious question? Can’t you tell?

But she didn’t have the energy to banter with him. “I’m hungry. Also, I need a bath.”

Chen Zhibin jumped up immediately. “Wife, you just lie there and rest. I’ll make food and heat water for your bath and bring it up in a bit.”

Watching him quickly get dressed and run downstairs, Xiaoxiao had only one thought: The elders were right—once men are satisfied, they’re very obedient.

For the first time, Xiaoxiao was pampered—fed and bathed—and although some liberties were taken, she had to admit it felt pretty good.

Especially during the bath, when he even gave her a massage—something she hadn’t enjoyed in ages.

But the price of comfort was that she got “eaten” again.

If not for the soreness that made her beg him to stop, the shameless man probably wouldn’t have let her go at all.

In the end, she just went straight to sleep after the bath. She only realized Chen Zhibin had stayed the night when she was kissed awake the next morning.

“You’re in my bed again?!”

“What, planning to use me and toss me aside like I was nothing?”

Xiaoxiao didn’t want to argue. This man had completely changed since yesterday; he became more clingy and overbearing.

She glanced at the time; it was nearly time for fieldwork, so she rushed to get up but was pulled back down.

“Don’t fuss. I already spoke to the team leader. You’re not working anymore. Just wait for me to marry you.”

Xiaoxiao: …Well, that doesn’t sound so bad.

When she finally stopped struggling, Chen Zhibin said, “Wife, come live in the county with me, okay? I can’t bear to be apart from you.”

Xiaoxiao replied, “I don’t mind, but you’ll have to face Mother and Sister. And even if I go to the county, you’ll still be driving trucks, right?”

Chen Zhibin fell silent. Then he kissed her again before saying, “I’ll switch to short-distance runs when I go back—so I can come home every day. I won’t leave you alone.”

Xiaoxiao originally wanted to say there was no need but remembered how dangerous long-haul trips were in this era, so she didn’t object.

“Are you still sore?” Chen Zhibin suddenly asked.

Xiaoxiao stared blankly at him for a second. “What?”

He gestured vaguely with his eyes, indicating what he meant.

Though he’d applied ointment last night, he remembered the redness and swelling and felt worried.

Once she realized what he meant, Xiaoxiao’s face turned scarlet. She kicked him and snapped, “Pervert!”

Chen Zhibin didn’t mind, just stared at his bashful wife with adoration. Thinking of how good yesterday felt, he couldn’t help but want more.

But unsure about her current condition, he coaxed, “Wife, let me take a look, okay? I’m really worried I hurt you yesterday.”

Xiaoxiao was mortified. “I’m fine!”

“Really?”

“You want a beating?”

What she didn’t realize was—by saying she was fine, she just gave this man an excuse.

By the time she got out of bed again, two hours had passed, and she was starving.

While she’d been resting, Chen Zhibin had heated bathwater and made food.

Seeing the sweet boiled eggs in her bowl, Xiaoxiao asked, “What did you eat?”

Chen Zhibin grinned, “Don’t worry, I made noodles for myself. You eat the egg first; it’ll settle your stomach. I bought an old hen from a villager—I’ll make chicken soup to help you recover.”

Xiaoxiao: …It’s not that serious. But if there’s chicken soup, sure, she wouldn’t say no.

Since she didn’t need to work, after lunch and the chicken soup, she took another nap. This time, it was pure sleep. When she woke up in the afternoon, she finally felt fully recharged.

After Chen Zhibin returned to work, Xiaoxiao had nothing to do at home, so she began packing her things and preparing her dowry.

She went into her space and took out two brand-new sheet sets her mother had prepared years ago.

Every year, her mother urged her to get married. Since she kept putting it off, her mother chose another tactic: gifting her two red sheet sets each year to store with the rest of her dowry—an indirect way to say, “Time to get married!”

Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but smile. If her mom knew her efforts had finally paid off, she’d be thrilled.

Her old bedroom back home was packed with all the dowry her mom had prepared—even two large cross-stitch pieces ready to be framed.

Such a pity. She hoped her brother could use them someday, or maybe, just maybe, she’d get a chance to go back.

As she gently stroked the beautiful bedding, she whispered to her parents in her heart: Mom, Dad, I’m married now. You can stop worrying. I’ve found someone. I’m not alone anymore.

Somehow, she drifted off, curled up with the sheets.

She was awoken later by a knock at the door downstairs.

Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, she went down, washed her face, and opened the door.

She was surprised to see Wang Xiuxiu.

“You came? What’s up?”

Wang Xiuxiu bit her lip. “Can I come in?”

Xiaoxiao stepped aside. “Sure. Say what you came to say.”

Wang Xiuxiu began, “I was worried since you didn’t go to work. And also, about that day—I’m afraid you misunderstood me, so I wanted to explain. I really meant well. I just didn’t phrase it right. You know I’m not good with words. I wasn’t trying to cause trouble. Can you forgive me?”

Xiaoxiao asked, “Does my forgiveness really matter to you?”

“Of course it does. If you forgive me, can you also explain to everyone at the compound that I didn’t mean anything bad? Lately, everyone’s been looking at me strangely.”

Xiaoxiao replied coldly, “So? What does that have to do with me?”