Depressed wife runs with the ball

Chapter 127: Let’s talk about it face to face

When he returned to the villa, the food on the dining table had not been cleared away, and Chu Yue, wearing an apron, put the dishes into the dishwasher.

After changing into slippers, Zhou Xingzhi quickly said, "Didn't you say I'd come back to clean it up? Why are you doing it yourself?"

"I'm not some old lady who's never been involved in housework. Is there anything I can't handle? Or are you really afraid that I'll break all your dishes?"

"Let me do it."

Zhou Xingzhi took the remaining dishes on the table into the kitchen.

"I can do it myself. Don't you still have work to do?" Chu Yue took the dishes from his hands and persuaded him to go out.

"Yueyue, if we have anything to say, can't we just talk it out clearly?" Zhou Xingzhi was really nervous seeing her in this state.

"What?" Chu Yue saw that the dishes on the dining table were almost cleared away and there was no room for more in the dishwasher, so she had to wash them once and then wash the rest a second time.

"I know you're angry. You can vent your anger on me. It's fine. Just don't be so cold, okay?"

Chu Yue stood up, tied up the bag of the trash can, handed it to him and said, "Please go and throw away the trash."

He frowned for a long time and looked at her for a long time before taking the bag of garbage.

Chu Yue was still tidying up the things on the dining table. Zhou Xingzhi came back after throwing away the garbage, not knowing what to say. He sat on the sofa, turned on the TV screen, and randomly selected a program to add some noise to the living room.

After clearing the table, Chu Yue went upstairs, followed closely by Zhou Xingzhi.

"Zhou Xingzhi, I have nothing to say. Do you think it's fun to follow me like this all the time?" Chu Yue stood on a staircase two steps higher than him, and was only as tall as him.

"If you ignore me, I will keep following you." He tried to hold her hand but failed.

Chu Yue sighed. He always liked to keep people within his sight. He went back upstairs to pack up his teacups and painting supplies. Zhou Xingzhi joined him. When he saw the painting, he seemed to understand something, but he didn't dare to say it.

Chu Yue looked at the unfinished sketch, tore it up, crumpled it, and threw it into the trash. His hands were smeared with charcoal, so he went to the bathroom to wash them. Zhou Xingzhi took the painting out of the trash, spread it out on the drawing table, and tried his best to erase the marks of the rubbing.

It was a sapling covered by a glass building. There were a few pedestrians visiting. There was nothing around. The top of the sapling was bent by the glass building and it could not break free from its restraints.

He had always believed that love was beyond reason, and that a happy marriage, like the one between his father and mother, was the best. His mother, Li Li, had rarely worked and studied fine arts, and had been a stay-at-home wife since their marriage. His father, Zhou Kecheng, was a man of his word. He believed that it was his responsibility as the head of the family to have his wife stay home to take care of the family and raise the children, and that forcing her to work was shameful.

Subconsciously, he also came to believe that a husband working outside the home and a wife working inside the home was the standard for a happy family. Chu Yue had initially said that he was a businessman and didn't understand her paintings, and perhaps that was correct. He had never understood her paintings, couldn't appreciate her calligraphy, and only knew how to measure the value of her paintings and calligraphy in monetary terms.

Perhaps the two of them had never truly loved each other's souls, but how could it not be considered love when someone made him worry about her after just two encounters, someone who effortlessly broke through his emotional puristry?

Chu Yue washed her hands, went to her room to get her pajamas, and showered. When she came out, Zhou Xingzhi was sitting on a chair by the dressing table in the second bedroom. His hands and cuffs were covered in charcoal smears, and he had his head drooped in dejection, looking lifeless.

"Since you want to sleep in the second bedroom, I'll sleep in the master bedroom." Chu Yue wiped his still wet hair and turned back to the master bedroom. Hearing this, he suddenly looked up, stretched out his slender legs, stepped behind her, and hugged her, saying, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have forced you to work at Xinghui, shouldn't have stopped Ji Yan and Su Ying from contacting you, shouldn't have made you do a job you didn't like, and shouldn't have restricted your social circle."

"Zhou Xingzhi, in your heart, am I the shadow of your mother or the choice you made after weighing the pros and cons?" Chu Yue's hair hung on her shoulders, with water droplets dripping on her collarbone.

"Neither, you are just you. I just... I just don't know how to love someone. I thought that if I were the only one in your eyes and heart, that was loving me."

He was afraid that she would know the reason for her father's death and blame him for Zhou Jihuai's mistakes. He was afraid that she would spend her time on Ji Yan and Su Ying, and he was afraid that his jealousy would grow wildly and he would be unable to control it.

"Are you lacking confidence in yourself or in this relationship?" Chu Yue felt tired and tried to break free from his physical contact, but couldn't pry his hands away. "It's both." Zhou Xingzhi hugged her tighter, not caring about the water from his hair getting on his face.

Chu Yue looked down and saw his hands that were stained with charcoal. She thought that she had already taken a shower and changed into clean pajamas, but now that he was hugging her like this, wouldn't the shower have been in vain?

"Let me go! I want to blow dry my hair!"

Zhou Xingzhi let her go, took her wrist and went into the room, took out a hair dryer from the dresser drawer and helped her blow dry her hair. Looking at the black marks on her wrist, Chu Yue frowned. Her hair was burned by the hair dryer, and she pulled her hair again and subconsciously shouted: "Hiss..."

I don't know if it was because of the heat or because Zhou Xingzhi was angry, but my nose felt sore and tears fell from my eyes. "Did it hurt you? I'll be gentler."

Zhou Xingzhi lowered the temperature of the hair dryer, turned his head to look at her face, and found that she was crying. He was a little overwhelmed and wanted to go forward to wipe away her tears. Chu Yue tilted her head back and said, "Your hands are all covered in charcoal dust. It has stained my freshly washed hair and pajamas!"

He then realized the side of his pinky finger was covered in pencil marks, one after another. "Uh... I'm going to go wash my hands."

Chu Yue wiped the towel with her hands until it turned black. Coming out of the room, she saw the painting on the drawing table and burst out laughing again. Zhou Xingzhi came out after washing his hands, stood in front of her, and wiped her tears with his hands.

"Hey, cold!" He must have washed his hands with cold water. The cold touch made Chu Yue subconsciously step back.

"Are you running around with your hair wet and cold? Dry your hair first." He took out a hair dryer and helped her blow dry her hair.

While helping her blow dry her hair, he explained to her: "Su Ying went home to see her mother, and I gave her some money. Ji Yan is here for Xinghui's project. I will accompany you to see him tomorrow?"

"Why are you..." Chu Yue was completely speechless, finding it difficult to understand his train of thought. "I was wrong, I was wrong. I really know I was wrong." Zhou Xingzhi put down the hair dryer, hugged her head and admitted his mistake. Then he asked angrily, "Can we sleep in separate rooms tonight?"

"No. You're just admitting your mistake now. Whether you know it or not depends on your actions." Chu Yue secretly checked his cuffs. Uh... I'm afraid they need dry cleaning to be clean. "Who sleeps in separate rooms before getting married?"

"Who wants to sleep in the same room every day before getting married?"

"Then if there is something in the future, can you please talk to me face to face? You can just tell me what you want me to do, and I can try to do it according to your ideas."

This sentence sounded like he was compromising, but he was clearly in the wrong first. Chu Yue frowned and didn't reply, feeling something was wrong.

"Your clothes are so dirty." She was a little disgusted and wanted him to move his sleeves away from her face. "You never used to mind my dirtiness." Zhou Xingzhi hugged her tighter.

"You never touched my unfinished paintings before." Chu Yue's neck was hugged by him, and her breathing was a little difficult.

Zhou Xingzhi thought for a moment, let her go, and looked at his clothes. He didn't see any dirt. "The cuffs are all charcoal dust." Chu Yue pointed at his cuffs. He turned around and went to take a shower.

After taking a shower, he slipped into Chu Yue's second bedroom, climbed onto the bed and said, "It's cold sleeping alone."

"Don't you still have a job?" Chu Yue sat at her dresser, reading an economics book. The people in the investment department kept spouting technical terms that she couldn't understand, and they'd even sprinkled in some English.

Zhou Xingzhi raised his right hand to support his head, looked at Chu Yue and said, "Your book is too superficial. Why don't I explain it to you?"

"Actually, I can go back to Qucho and be a designer, right?" Chu Yue asked him, blinking her big eyes.