Just got divorced and immediately got seduced by the stunning senior sister
Chapter 426: Zhao Xinlian Prepares Footbath for Chen Wei

Chapter 426: Chapter 426: Zhao Xinlian Prepares Footbath for Chen Wei

"Ten thousand yuan for one tael? Have you lost your mind?" Even Zhao Xinlian, a notable figure on the wealthy list, couldn’t help but find this price exaggerated upon hearing it.

"If you don’t believe me, you can check the price online yourself. To waste one tael, you should compensate at the standard of one hundred thousand yuan. If you don’t mind, I actually don’t mind either," Chen Wei continued, displaying his devilish smile.

"I... I understand, I will be careful in the future!" Wasting one tael to compensate one hundred thousand yuan, Zhao Xinlian wasn’t foolish enough to keep arguing and obediently agreed, lest Chen Wei made another sky-high demand and pursued the previous cup of improperly brewed tea.

As the saying goes, endure a moment of calm, retreat a step and the sea becomes boundless.

If she couldn’t endure this moment, how could she speak of one year? Two years? Three years?

"What’s the problem this time? I did everything according to your demands: a purple sand cup, five or six leaves at a time, and the water temperature was just right," seeing Chen Wei staring at the tea without drinking for so long, Zhao Xinlian suspected he was holding in some gripe.

"It’s nothing, I just find it too hot and want to wait a bit before drinking," Chen Wei explained.

"..." Zhao Xinlian.

"Oh, then if there’s nothing else, it’s getting late, I’ll be going back first," Zhao Xinlian planned to leave.

Indeed, a man and a woman alone together late at night wasn’t quite proper.

"Hey! How can there be nothing? There’s still a lot to do," Chen Wei called out to Zhao Xinlian.

"Huh? What else is there?" Zhao Xinlian frowned deeply, always feeling that Chen Wei was making things up, never-ending.

"What will you do before you go to bed?" Chen Wei deliberately teased, asking Zhao Xinlian.

"What will I do?" Zhao Xinlian didn’t understand what Chen Wei meant.

Chen Wei continued to play coy, raising his feet.

Zhao Xinlian didn’t play dumb, "Wash your feet?"

"Right," Chen Wei nodded in affirmation.

"Then just wash them, what does that have to do with me..." Zhao Xinlian began, then suddenly realized something wasn’t quite right, "You, you’re not suggesting I fetch the water for you to wash your feet, are you?"

"Is there a problem?" Chen Wei feigned ignorance.

"Of course, there’s a problem! How could I, Zhao Xinlian, possibly fetch water for someone to wash their feet? If word got out, wouldn’t it become a joke?" Zhao Xinlian stood tall, asserting as if it were obvious.

"But I fetched foot wash water for you for three years, washed your feet for three years, without a word of complaint..."

"Enough! Stop it, I’ll go, I’ll go, isn’t that enough?" Zhao Xinlian conceded.

She knew she couldn’t win against Chen Wei.

She always felt that after the divorce, Chen Wei’s mouth had become especially formidable.

Walking into the bathroom, she picked up the basin, turned on the shower, and after making sure the temperature was about right, then started filling the basin, repeatedly testing the water temperature with her hand until it was no issue, before finally carrying the basin out of the bathroom.

Watching her shaky, frail appearance, Chen Wei truly worried she’d take a nosedive and end up throwing all the water for washing feet onto her own face.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm, a close call with no harm done.

Placing the washbasin before Chen Wei, Zhao Xinlian tentatively asked, "You’re not really expecting me to wash your feet, are you?"

"Is there a problem?" Chen Wei countered.

"..." Zhao Xinlian sighed, feeling that she shouldn’t have asked the question.

She had come to realize that Chen Wei was serious. He really wanted to take his revenge, making her experience the life of servitude he had lived for those three years.

The more Chen Wei behaved this way, the less Zhao Xinlian was willing to submit.

"I’ll wash! Who’s afraid of who?" Zhao Xinlian huffed, rolling up her sleeves with a strong demeanor.

As for her technique... it was rusty, so rusty it couldn’t possibly be any rustier.

"You need to pay attention to washing the heels and in between the toes. If it’s not clean, then what’s the point of washing? I washed for you for three years, you only remember enjoying it, didn’t you learn anything else?" Chen Wei said, exasperated.

"..." Zhao Xinlian didn’t say anything, but she took Chen Wei’s words to heart as she continued.

It wasn’t until after he washed that he realized Chen Wei’s feet were different from his own, especially the soles, which had thick calluses as if he often toiled and traveled on foot, exchanging his physical strength for livelihood.

"How did you get these wounds?" Having lived with Chen Wei for three years, as husband and wife for three years, Zhao Xinlian only then noticed that Chen Wei had many scars on his feet that were of a clearly different skin color.

"Just some old injuries, nothing worth mentioning. What man doesn’t have a few scars?" Chen Wei didn’t plan on explaining too much to Zhao Xinlian.

You call these a few?

Knowing that Chen Wei didn’t want to talk about it, Zhao Xinlian didn’t pursue it further to avoid making things unpleasant for herself.

Afterward, the two sat in silence. Once the water had almost cooled, Zhao Xinlian dried Chen Wei’s legs with a towel and helped him put on slippers.

This towel was also something Zhao Xinlian suddenly remembered to get from the bathroom.

In fact, that towel was Chen Wei’s face towel, but seeing Zhao Xinlian so earnestly washing his feet, Chen Wei didn’t bother her about it.

Zhao Xinlian carried the foot basin back to the bathroom, emptied the washing water, and when she came back out, she was still breathing somewhat heavily. It was clear that she was quite fatigued.

"Everything should be alright now, right?" Zhao Xinlian wiped the sweat from her forehead and asked Chen Wei.

"It’s fine."

"Then I’ll go back."

Seeing Chen Wei also getting up, Zhao Xinlian asked warily, "What else do you want to do?"

"I’m going to escort you back. What else would I do? You think I have designs on you?" Chen Wei retorted.

"Escort me back? You’re that kind-hearted?" At that moment, Chen Wei seemed no different from the Devil in Zhao Xinlian’s eyes.

A weasel paying respects to a chicken is never up to any good, let alone the Devil.

"Don’t misunderstand, I’m just worried those people might know you got the documents from me and might kill you to silence you."

"Are you concerned about me?"

"Hey! Don’t get me wrong, I just don’t want you to suddenly kick the bucket after I’ve gone through all this trouble, dying too easily."

A dog can’t spit out ivory.

This is what Zhao Xinlian thought to herself, but she didn’t say anything.

So as not to get snapped at.

"But no matter what, I and they are still family. They wouldn’t go as far as to take my life, would they?" Zhao Xinlian still felt Chen Wei’s words were a bit too exaggerated.

"Whether they will or not is not up to us," Chen Wei replied.

Zhao Xinlian fell silent.

The two left together, got into Chen Wei’s car, with Chen Wei driving.

As they drove down the mountain, the gate automatically opened upon recognizing the license plate.

Leaving the villa area, they headed towards Zhao Xinlian’s villa.

Zhao Xinlian sat in the passenger seat, feeling her eyelids incredibly heavy. She was exhausted from the day’s events, her eyelids drooping halfway, two-thirds, then suddenly snapping open again.

"If you really want to sleep, just take a nap," Chen Wei said, unable to bear watching her struggle.

"No need, I’m not the least bit sleepy," Zhao Xinlian sat up straight, wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth, feigning alertness.

...

Later, the car arrived at the Zhao family’s villa.

Zhao Xinlian got out of the car.

But she heard the sound of a door closing from Chen Wei’s side too.

Feeling puzzled, Zhao Xinlian asked, "Why did you also come down?"