Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 1383 - 1205: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

Chapter 1383: Chapter 1205: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

He was reflecting, had his approach just now been too direct, leading to Axiang’s inability to accept it? He had thought that being a bit overbearing would suffice, but it unexpectedly made her develop a repulsion.

Zhao Datu was also thinking, how very strange this was.

Previously, when Axiang had always been a submissive wife, he thought she wasn’t good at all, not attractive, and had an unlikable personality. Everything about her was annoying, but now that Axiang was ignoring him, he found her attractive instead.

Could it be because he had given up on pursuing Xia Dabao?

Oh well, he would think of another way some other day.

That day, returning from the fields, Shagen hadn’t spoken at all.

Ever since he had beaten up Zhao Datu, he had been silent, not allowing Axiang to help him with work. As soon as he returned, he would cook by himself, serve a bowl for Axiang, and then start eating on his own.

Axiang really didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

It must be that he had seen her talking to Zhao Datu by the river bank, so he must have gotten the wrong idea, right?

But as angry as he was, he still didn’t forget to make food for Axiang, which really was much stronger than the men of the Zhao Family.

After Shagen had eaten his fill, he went back to his room to take a nap, still sleeping on that long bench. Axiang had now widened the bench for him, so he wouldn’t fall off.

Having finished her meal, Axiang washed the dishes, then also went inside the house, seeing Shagen turning his back to her, unmoving.

She couldn’t help walking over and calling from behind, "Shagen, I know you’re not sleeping."

Shagen didn’t react.

Axiang then walked up to him and explained, "You must be worried that I’ll go back with Zhao Datu again, right? Sigh, I’ve already come to your place, so I won’t be going back again. Our life might be poor here, but at least we have a roof over our heads, shielded from the wind and sun. As for food and clothes, we can grow our own, so we won’t starve to death. This life is actually more comfortable than being at the Zhao family’s, and besides, you treat me so well. If I go back, wouldn’t that be degrading myself? I’ll stay here with you for a long, long time, and we’ll depend on each other."

Hearing this, Shagen suddenly got up and immediately hugged Axiang’s waist, burying his head in her chest, acting spoiled like a child, "Then you’ve promised, don’t talk to that Zhao Datu anymore."

"Okay, I won’t talk to him anymore. Next time he comes to bother me, you can beat him up, is that okay?" Axiang coaxed like talking to a child.

But this tactic worked, and Shagen was no longer angry, even giving Axiang a smile.

Axiang smiled back, then sniffed his hair, "Your hair needs a wash, I just heated up some water, shall I help you wash it?"

Shagen seemed reluctant, hesitating a bit, but was still pulled out by Axiang.

Axiang knew he was just shy.

In fact, Shagen’s hair wasn’t particularly smelly. Anciently, "mu" meant to wash hair and "yu" to bathe. They actually paid more attention to hair care. Except for white-haired elders, the hair of young people was usually very well kept, using cleansers like rice water or wild soapnuts.

Axiang poured hot water into a wooden basin and had Shagen sit down, bending over so she could start washing.

"Shagen, don’t move around," Axiang laughed, as he was not used to Axiang washing his hair, occasionally fidgeting on the chair. But after Axiang’s words, he settled down quietly.