Switched Marriage The Coddled Little Wife novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Chapter 22: Observing Faces

Li Jian returned from eating to see Lin Chuxia circling around a pile of scrap metal.

When Lin Chuxia saw him, her eyes lit up. "I’ve finished paying the bill, thanks to big brother. If it hadn’t been for your help, I’d probably still be in line."

Li Jian really admired her way with words. Clearly, it was he who had used his strength to push to the front, but this obvious flattery somehow didn’t annoy him.

Looking at Lin Chuxia again, though in a peasant woman’s attire, her skin was fair, her features were delicate, especially her almond-shaped eyes which seemed to shine. She just didn’t seem like an ordinary rural woman.

He thought, tradition had it right – when faced with a beautiful woman, one tends to be more accommodating.

"Okay, no need to be so polite. Next time you come to sell vegetables alone, just mention your Brother Li to the weighmaster, and you’ll be looked after."

Lin Chuxia’s smile grew even wider. "Then I’ll thank Brother Li in advance. I knew it, just one look and anyone can tell Brother Li is a kind-hearted person."

Li Jian touched his nose, feeling a bit awkward. He wasn’t really all that kind-hearted; it just happened that during lunch, he ran into the director, and for some reason, the director took this woman’s words to heart and praised him in front of his colleagues.

This was a first, and people were now looking at him differently. Some who usually didn’t talk much even came over to eat with him.

"It’s getting late; you should hurry home for lunch," he said as he couldn’t take any more praise.

Lin Chuxia showed no intention of leaving and pointed to a pile of broken flatbed carts in the corner. "Brother Li, I’d like to ask you about these carts. Who manages them? Of course, if Brother Li has the connections, I’d have the cheek to ask for your help. Could you see if I could buy one? I don’t need a good one; those worn-out ones would be fine."

Li Jian laughed when he heard this. "Do you really think I’m easy to talk to, or do you think I’m so capable?"

"Both," Lin Chuxia answered with a sincere face. "Brother Li has a kind face, and not to hide anything from you Brother Li, I can read faces. You’ve got the look of an official, I dare not say more, but at least with your face, you could become a bureau chief in the future. Leaving these broken carts here is just a way to fill up space for your unit; it’d be better to put them to some residual use."

Lin Chuxia wasn’t just making things up. When they were weighing vegetables earlier, she had noticed Li Jian.

In her past life, they knew each other. Back then, Li Jian was the head of the city’s market management bureau, and Lin Chuxia had a lot of dealings with him.

The corners of Li Jian’s mouth twitched manically. "With your face-reading skills, didn’t you see I’m just a guy doing the weighing work right now?"

Saying that, he turned and walked away, fearful that if he didn’t leave, the girl might set him up again.

Lin Chuxia wasn’t in a hurry. Things don’t happen overnight, and her situation was already looking up – at least the next time she came to weigh the vegetables, she wouldn’t need to scramble.

Qin Family Village is an urban village; it’s distinct from the surrounding factory compounds and even more so from those of government agency compounds, given that non-agricultural commercial foodstuffs still have a considerable advantage these days.

On the way back, Lin Chuxia also took a trip around the vicinity.

When she got home, Mr. Qin and Mrs. Qin had already eaten. They asked if Lin Chuxia had eaten and still had food warmed up for her.

Lin Chuxia had already eaten on her way back – she bought two buns and a bowl of porridge from a street stand, complete with the free pickles provided by the bun shop.

She spent half an hour eating and watching who came and went from the bun shop and what they ordered.

Memories from her past life were too distant, and she only had a vague idea. If she was going to do it, she aimed to do it the best she could.

After thanking Mrs. Qin, she went back to her room, first took a bath in her space – it’s more convenient to take a bath in her space when Qin Yang isn’t home.

Lin Jiayi’s teeth nearly cracked in anger; living comfortably indeed, she could barely say it out loud.

Apart from the day she married in, where she ate communal pot stew and two kinds of bread, leftovers from the wedding feast, it was all pickles, pancakes, steamed buns from the second day. Even the slightly better dishes were reserved for Li Guangyuan.

Despite her unhappiness, Lin Jiayi still took out the egg from her pocket.

Mrs. Li took the egg and, with a cold huff, went into the kitchen.

Lin Jiayi’s eyes reddened with aggrievance. She didn’t bother with the bucket of pig feed anymore and dived straight into her room.

Li Guangyuan, who had just come back from the fields and had a shower, was rummaging through the cabinet for clothes and finally chose a pair of patched trousers.

Seeing Lin Jiayi enter, he asked without turning his head, "Have you fed the pigs and chickens? Is the food ready? Mom is getting older, you should help out more at home. Also, there’s so many dirty clothes, why haven’t you washed them? I hardly have anything left to wear..."

"Li Guangyuan, I didn’t marry you to wash your clothes, cook, and feed the pigs and chickens."

Li Guangyuan turned around in surprise, only to see Lin Jiayi’s face full of anger, "What now?" Isn’t getting a wife exactly for the purpose of having someone to wash clothes and cook?

Seeing the man’s face, and thinking about his future achievements, Lin Jiayi suppressed her grievances.

"Guangyuan, about the thing I mentioned to you before, when do you plan to do it?"

Li Guangyuan knew she was talking about starting a business again, but starting a business isn’t something you just do is it? Their family has been farmers for generations, where’s the knack for doing business?

"Jiayi, I think our current situation isn’t bad. I work in the fields, you take care of the house. I’ve calculated, this year’s grain harvest is enough for us to eat, we’ll plant more wheat next year. Before long, we’ll be able to live the days of eating white flour every day..."