My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day

¹¹ Aunt Xiu, is Grandma Huo home?”

It was Chu Jingyi.

The servants whimpered outside the door, “The old lady is…

“Already having dinner? So early?” That voice came closer, “Grandma Huo, it’s

Jingyi.”

Su Wenwen put down her chopsticks and stared at Huo Jingshen.

Huo Jingshen looked to Lady Huo.

Lady Huo: “…”

She was speechless!

She really didn’t invite her!

By now, Chu Jingyi had come into the dining room.

Seeing the full house, she smiled slightly, “Dinner so early.”

Lady Huo had to smile too, “Jingyi, what brings you here?

“Nothing in particular. My grandfather sent over some chickens today, and he just asked me to deliver some carp. He just caught them from the pond at Commissioner Zhou’s house. They were still jumping around. I left them at the door.”

“Really? Thank you, Chu. It’s very thoughtful of you.”

Seeing that Chu Jingyi was still standing at the door, Grandma Huo asked again,

“Have you had dinner yet?”

Chu Jingyi smiled, “Not yet.”

Su Wenwen’s mouth twitched slightly.

Lady Huo was instantly embarrassed: “…”

If it were the past, she would have called her to sit down and eat, but now is not the time…

Chu Jingyi stood silently with a gentle smile.

She didn’t speak either.

With wavy long hair, a lithe figure, and red lips in a black fishtail dress, she looked like a portrait as she stood there.

Lady Huo didn’tknow whether to speak or not, and no one else was talking either, making the atmosphere slightly awkward.

Until Grandfather Chu suddenly stood up, “Jingyi, it’s great timing. Your Uncle

Gu sent me a few calligraphy and paintings a few days ago. Help me assess

them.”

Chu Jingyi’s eyes flickered slightly, and she smiled, “Sure.

As he left, the old man Huo glared at his wife.

For always being so busy!

Lady Huo:

**

Although Chu Jingyi did not sit down for dinner, she did stay and help Master Huo with the artwork appraisal.

Such an impressive talent.

Su Wanwan ate quietly, her heart unsettled.

“Ashen, get food for your wife,” Lady Huo insisted.

Huo Jingshen, who had just put a chopstick of pork and stir-fried garlic sprouts into his wife’s bowl, watched as Su Wanwan picked out the pork with her chopsticks and dropped it into Fu Ziyang’s bowl, “Don’t like old bacon, Ziyang, you eat.”

Fu Ziyang:

Huo Jingshen: “…”

**

In the study, Chu Jingyi carefully finished reviewing the few pieces of calligraphy and paintings.

“Congratulations, Grandfather Huo. These works should all be original. They’re all worth keeping.”

“Really?” Grandfather Huo stroked his beard, pleased, “You’ve been clear-eyed since you were young. With your words, I feel assured.”

Chu Jingyi smiled, “Grandpa Huo, you’re flattering me. I’m just taking a look. If I’m wrong, don’t make fun of me.

“How could I? Anyone can make a mistake. I wouldn’t blame you.” The old man Huo had a hidden meaning in his words, “Evaluating treasures is like living a life. The worst thing is to make one mistake after another, especially when one knows it’s a mistake, yet still steps into it, it’s too late for others to stop.”

Chu Jingyi looked at him, her face still carrying a faint smile.

Out of the study, only Lady Huo was in the living room, watching Fu Ziyang do his homework.

Chu Jingyi glanced ambiguously upstairs.

“Jingyi.” Lady Huo chuckles, “Why don’t you bring Xiaoye over to play? I heard he’s at the same school as Ziyang?”

“He’s doing homework at home.” Chu Jingyi checked the time, “Grandma Huo, Grandpa Huo, it’s getting late. I have to go.”

“Alright, alright,” Lady Huo got up hastily, “Safe journey.”

Chu Jingyi:”…”

Leaving the house, Chu Jingyi had walked a few steps when she suddenly seemed to realize something. She stopped and turned her head quickly.

Sure enough, on the second-floor balcony of the villa, a figure quickly crouched down.

Even though it all happened so fast.

She definitely saw it.

Chu Jingyi lifted her delicate eyebrows and began to laugh.

This is interesting.

**

On the second-floor balcony,

Su Wanwan was cowering, inching back towards the bedroom.

So when Huo Jingshen finished taking a shower, he saw his little wife sitting stiffly on the sofa, her hands holding a book she was reading.

He raised his eyebrows and asked, “What are you reading?

Su Wanwan ignored him.

Huo Jingshen walked over, directly took the hefty book of “Television Directing” from her hand and threw it on the coffee table.

“What are you doing!” Su Wanwan was annoyed, “I’m studying, can you not disturb me?”

Huo Jingshen’s eyes narrowed, “Are you asking for trouble?

She was becoming more and more arrogant. Give her an inch and she’ll take a mile.

Chu Xiuhuang was right, women couldn’t be too spoiled. She was nearly out of line.

With this in mind, Huo Jingshen picked her up.

Su Wanwan screams in fright, “Ahhh… What are you going to do?”

“Do you!”

Su Wanwan was speechless, “Did you take the wrong medicine?”

“I didn’t take any medicine.” Huo Jingshen was already striding off, “I ate turtle, oysters, sea cucumber, lamb scorpion…

With each dish mentioned, Su Wanwan’s eyelids twitched.

This old woman was really something. Every time the two of them ate at home, she would always cook… these invigorating and kidney-enhancing dishes.

“Not allowed! I have class tomorrow morning. I have to live in the dorm…