Switched Marriage The Coddled Little Wife novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Chapter 62 He Doesn’t Trust Those Cheating Men

Qin Yang looked at one of the two letters, his eyes tender, and gave a sound of acknowledgment, seemingly agreeing with what Li Wei had said.

Li Wei drew in a breath of cool air and thought, no, he couldn’t stay with this guy any longer. He turned his head and saw Zhang Dawei, who was about to get lunch, and raised the letter in his hand.

"Da Wei, are you getting lunch? Man, I got so caught up with this letter I almost missed lunchtime. You go ahead and save me a spot; I’ll grab my food container. Can you believe my wife, that spendthrift woman, is always writing letters, letter after letter, all clingy, what is there to talk about all day long..."

The bewildered Zhang Dawei who was called out scratched his head, not understanding even after the other man walked away.

Just as he was about to move on, he saw Qin Yang coming over, "Mr. Qin, since when do we need to save spots to eat in the cafeteria?"

Not many people dine in the cafeteria anyway—most get their meals to go.

Qin Yang nodded earnestly, lifting the letter in his hand, "Yes, I got two letters from home; I don’t even know what’s written in them. Hold a spot for me in the cafeteria for a bit; I’ll go put the letters away first."

Zhang Dawei: "..."

He couldn’t shake the feeling of being full without even going to the cafeteria.

Qin Yang returned to the office without hurrying to the cafeteria, sitting behind his desk and looking at the two envelopes.

The postmarks bore different dates.

Their side of town was quite far from the main town, so it wasn’t easy for the mail carrier to come around, and it was common for mail to accumulate.

He recognized the handwriting on the envelopes. The one with the earlier postmark was his elder brother’s handwriting, probably a letter from their parents, and the other was Lin Chuxia’s handwriting—it was also her first time taking the initiative to write to him.

A smile formed on his lips as he set aside his elder brother’s letter, opting to open Lin Chuxia’s first.

He read the contents of the letter twice, and with each reading, the curve at the corners of his mouth deepened.

He didn’t expect she had actually opened a bun shop, and business seemed to be good. That was nice; it would save her from vending in the wind, sun, and rain.

Qin Yang thought of her fair skin and cute little face, which surely couldn’t withstand being in the sun.

Feeling his face warm up a bit, he took a sip of cold water from the cup beside him and continued reading the letter.

She had also met an interesting old man and took him as her master. She said her master was his as well, and that in the future, she intended to be filial to him and hoped he would understand.

Qin Yang chuckled silently. If she said so, then his was hers too, naturally understanding and just like her, ready to respect and honor the master as an elder.

In the end, Qin Yang spread the letter out on his desk, his dark eyes filled with shimmering fragments of light.

He glanced at the calendar on his desk; they had been apart for a whole two months.

He hadn’t thought she would do so much in two months, living life so vibrantly.

He missed her; he wanted to see her little shop, her master, and her busy daily routine with his own eyes.

Picking up the other envelope, Qin Yang opened it leisurely.

His elder brother’s handwriting was as awful as ever, looking like dog scratches after reading his wife’s letter.

Heh, and it was supposed to be on behalf of their parents. Qin Yang almost lost his patience; if not for over two decades of brotherly affection, he would have tossed this pile of dog-scratched handwriting straight into the trash can.

What’s with all this about the buns made by his sister-in-law being delicious, and how capable she was, and the booming business of the bun shop?

Wasn’t that stating the obvious? How could the buns made by his wife not be delicious? And if they were delicious, wouldn’t business flourish?

Of course, with good business, she’d need to hire help... wait a second...

Qin Yang sat up, reading the subsequent content carefully, word by word.