Chapter 92: Is it impossible

Chapter 92

Her softly arched willow leaf eyebrows were lightly touched up, making her eyes appear even more gentle.

Seeing the astonishment in his eyes, Zhi Xia was very satisfied. She deliberately asked in a mischievous way, "Do I look good?"

"Yeah, let's go eat." Pei Jing lightly coughed unnaturally and said before turning around and leaving.

Zhi Xia frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with his perfunctory attitude, but she still followed his footsteps.

The Pei family had not yet divided up, and apart from the eldest son Pei Yong who was not there, the rest were all present, filling up a large table.

After greeting everyone, Zhi Xia sat next to Pei Jing. Old Pei started eating first before everyone else began.

The Pei family had no rules about not speaking during meals or sleep. Everyone chimed in, and it was very lively, mostly teasing Zhi Xia and Pei Jing. She could only smile shyly without saying anything.

After the meal, Zhi Xia hung the washed clothes out to dry outside.

In the autumn breeze, they would probably be dry overnight.

Seeing her return to the room, Pei Jing helplessly sighed and went to the front gate instead.

Old Pei had been observing his youngest son's actions all along while eating. Seeing him like this now, he was even more worried.

After waiting for a while without seeing anyone come back, he was both angry and helpless.

He asked the maid to call Pei Sheng from the second room over and said to Old Pei, "Pei Jing went out. Go find him. Today is the big wedding day. Leaving the new bride alone in the room, what is this about!"

Old Pei had originally intended for his grandson Pei JianGuo to propose to Zhi Xia, but he also knew that the silly boy had some feelings for a girl raised by the An family, so he had hesitated all along.

Fortunately he had never joked about it before, otherwise it would have been awkward.

But Old Pei always believed that no matter who Zhi Xia married, with Uncle An's relationship, she would be like his own child, and no one could bully her.

Pei Sheng rubbed his hands and still couldn't help it. "Dad, I've always been quite puzzled and didn't dare ask. How did you and Uncle An think of marrying Little Jing and Zhi Xia together?" Findd new stories at novelhall.com!

Sensing his thoughts becoming indecent, Pei Sheng's old face turned red.

"You're overthinking." Pei Jing really regretted telling him about this, but he also didn't expect his second brother to think in that direction.

He stubbed out the cigarette with his foot and turned to go back in.

Pei Sheng's cigarette was only half-smoked. Not knowing whether to throw it or keep it, he fiercely sucked one last breath before putting it out and stuffing the rest in his pocket.

When Pei Jing returned, he saw Zhi Xia picking melon seeds and red dates out of the bedding. She had already washed up, with some dampness still on the hair by her forehead. She had also changed into another set of clothes. The red strappy nightgown still revealed a large area of fair skin on her chest despite the outer layer of a light coat, as well as her slender neck and legs.

"You're back. Where did you go just now? I waited and didn't see you for half a day. Xiang Xiang had to bring me to wash up." Zhi Xia didn't bring up him deliberately slipping away at all, pretending not to know.

She knew he felt awkward inside but there was no solution for it. It wasn't his fault either.

She was the perpetrator, even if it wasn't her intention.

She had just finished speaking when she saw Pei Jing suddenly turn around, his body also stiffening.

"Do you want to...change clothes first?" This time Pei Jing really wasn't avoiding her, just not daring to look.

He was clearer than anyone that he was a normal man.

He just felt that Zhi Xia was supposed to be his junior, yet through a twist of fate had become his wife. So he didn't know how to face her.

Actually there was nothing wrong with Zhi Xia's clothes. It was just normal sleepwear in modern times. For this era it was a little revealing, but fine to wear at home.

Zhi Xia looked down at her clothes. She wasn't stupid, on the contrary she understood what she should.

From the decision to marry, she had worried that Pei Jing only felt responsible and would later treat her as a junior to take care of.

Once this mindset became fixed, it would be hard to change, as it would induce guilt.

So she wanted him to have this awareness from the start - that she was his wife, not a niece who needed his care.