Flash Marriage, Deep Love
Chapter 127: Playful Bickering Between Husband and Wife (2)

Chapter 127: Chapter 127: Playful Bickering Between Husband and Wife (2)

Fang Qinglan considerately said, "Ling Xing, if you don’t like it, just don’t drink it."

"No way." Mi Jing immediately objected, her smile growing even brighter, her eyes shining with mischievous glint, and said, "This vegetable juice is rich in vitamins, drinking more of it can only be beneficial, no harm at all."

How could someone as perceptive as Shen Lingxing not see that Mi Jing was deliberately setting him up to mess with him!

Indeed, he didn’t like the taste of vegetable juice, but it wasn’t to the point where he couldn’t swallow it, so he straightforwardly tilted his head back, like he was drinking alcohol, and downed the vegetable juice in one go.

Seeing his straightforwardness, Mi Jing was somewhat surprised. Her gaze just happened to fall on his moving Adam’s apple. Immediately, her eyes flickered slightly. Subconsciously, she swallowed her saliva, finding his current appearance incredibly sexy.

"Wife, are you satisfied now?"

The two of them flirting and bantering with each other, Fang Qinglan watched, feeling happy in her heart. Just like her younger sister Fang Qingru, she had worried a lot when she first heard about Mi Jing’s sudden marriage, but seeing the subtle and harmonious affection between Mi Jing and Shen Lingxing today, she felt reassured.

Because she had other things to attend to, after chatting with them for a while, Fang Qinglan left. Shen Lingxing, with the excuse that Mi Jing brought him good luck, had her sit on his lap again, holding the beauty in his arms, leisurely fishing, feeling very at ease. Moreover, his fishing skills seemed to prove his point. With Mi Jing in his arms, the fish were indeed biting one after another.

More than half an hour later, they had a bountiful harvest. Several fish crowded in the bucket, occasionally twisting their bodies and making some noise, splashing some water.

As usual, they would only keep the fat and heavy fish they caught, releasing the smaller ones back into the pond. But the old lady didn’t want to throw away her catch, saying she wanted to take them home to keep. So, Mi Jing specially found a square plastic container, picked the biggest fish for dinner, and packed the rest to take home.

After experiencing the fun of fishing, Mi Jing took the old lady and Shen Lingxing to the strawberry garden. The old lady looked at the large field of red, green, and white strawberries and showed a delighted expression.

In her younger years, she and Sir Shen had struggled to provide for the family. Back then, it was hard enough to have white rice to eat, let alone fruits. Later, as their business slowly grew, their lives became more affluent, but they spent most of their time working. No longer worrying about food and clothing, they were still constantly busy.

Over the years, the old lady and Sir Shen had traveled to many places across the country for their jewelry business. They would look for raw materials or acquire collections, mostly on business trips, sightseeing only incidentally. Often, they would leave the same day they arrived to save time, so many places they only visited briefly without the chance to explore. The scenery was often just a fleeting glimpse from a distance.

A lifetime flies by in just a few decades. Even if the old lady had seen a lot, many memories had faded over time. In her recollection, she hadn’t been to a strawberry garden before, and the sight of this large field of strawberries gave her a strong sense of freshness.

Though she had eaten many strawberries before, she had no idea how they were grown or how the fruit developed. But now, she started to understand a bit.

This place was wonderful. The old lady looked at the bright strawberry field ahead. The fruits, red like fire, looked like rubies, incredibly beautiful.

With the same enthusiasm as picking gems, the old lady occasionally squatted down, occasionally stood up, walking between the strawberry beds, picking "rubies" that satisfied her. Compared to the old lady’s initial freshness, Mi Jing found joy in the act of picking strawberries itself. She carried a basket, sometimes bending over, sometimes crouching down, enjoying the process of filling the basket with strawberries.

The old and the young happily picking strawberries, Shen Lingxing followed not too far behind the old lady like an attendant. While Mi Jing and the old lady were enjoying the fun of picking strawberries, Shen Lingxing’s pleasure came from watching them smile.

Next to the strawberry garden was a field of sweet potatoes. After picking strawberries, Mi Jing dragged Shen Lingxing to dig for sweet potatoes, while the old lady, too aged to squat for long, stood aside watching.

In winter, Mi Jing loved roasting sweet potatoes the most. Although the farm also had sweet potatoes in summer, the heat made roasting them feel more like roasting herself, a sweaty and sticky feeling she disliked. So in winter, Mi Jing visited the farm more often than in summer.

"Shen Lingxing, dig harder!" Seeing that Shen Lingxing had dug two or three times without seeing any sweet potatoes, Mi Jing urged.

Given Shen Lingxing’s privileged background, even though he had been a diligent student and worker since childhood, digging for sweet potatoes was quite a "farmer’s" task for him, and he had no experience. However, upon Mi Jing’s urging, he did not rush. Raising his thick eyebrows, he smirked as he whispered in her ear, "Wife, if you say this to me in bed, I’ll be even happier."

What?

Mi Jing was stunned for a second before linking Shen Lingxing’s words to what she had just said. Blushing instantly, she wanted to grab a handful of dirt to shut his mouth!

This man was a complete pervert!

Always thinking about bedroom things!

But she couldn’t deliberately use this to retort him. Learning from past experiences, Mi Jing ignored him, channeling her embarrassment and annoyance into her actions. As she lifted the small spade with too much force, some fine dirt flew directly towards Shen Lingxing’s handsome face.

Realizing something was wrong, Shen Lingxing didn’t panic at all. His mind quickly assessed whether to brace his right hand behind him to avoid the flying dirt or to turn around. In the heat of the moment, he calmly chose the latter, turning his face before the dirt could hit.

Poof—

But there wasn’t enough time. The dirt hit the side of Shen Lingxing’s face, most of it falling to the ground, but a small portion stuck to his cheek.

Seeing this, Mi Jing’s eyes widened in shock for a second. Then she hurriedly clapped her hands, not caring about the dirt, and wiped her hands on her clothes. She raised her hand to wipe the dirt from Shen Lingxing’s face, anxiously asking, "Are you okay? Did it get into your eyes?" She swore she didn’t do it on purpose, just got a bit rough for a moment.