After Marrying the Officer

Chapter 91: 91: Encounter with Annoying Person



Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Encounter with Annoying Person

Xia Chuyi was moved by Aunt Xia’s words.

“Uncle, Aunt…” she softly called, her eyes slightly red.

Seeing her like this, Aunt Xia’s eyes also reddened slightly as she said, “You child, why have you been so melancholy and sensitive lately? Always with reddened eyes? You really inherited that from your mom!”

She teased her to lighten the mood.

Xia Chuyi broke into a smile.

In her heart, she sighed, truthfully, she didn’t know why!

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Ever since she had come back to life, facing Huo Shiqian and her uncle and aunt, she found it easy to feel younger, as if she had really returned to being eighteen.

Perhaps because, in front of them, she could temporarily forget those unbearable parts of her past, returning to a relaxed state, the demeanor of her eighteen-year-old self showing naturally.

“Alright, Uncle, Aunt, let’s not talk about this,” she managed her emotions and smiled, addressing the two, “Regarding marriage, I have my own plans.”

“Rest assured, I won’t aim too high without basis. To see far, one must stand high.”

“If I can’t stand high, then the view from the hill is also quite beautiful.”

Xia Chuyi spoke each word clearly and firmly.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, Uncle Xia and Aunt Xia fell silent and then burst into laughter, “You child, your speech is so amusing, just like something out of a TV show, haha.”

“Uncle, you’re making fun of me!” Xia Chuyi protested persistently.

Laughter echoed throughout the room.

Many things were tacitly understood by everyone.

When she returned to her room, Xia Chuyi entered her space and prepared medicinal food to feed the little ones, then took out the textbooks she needed to review.

Opening the book, she found herself unable to concentrate at first.

She pondered the earlier conversation.

Actually, on closer examination, Uncle Xia’s thoughts were the same as hers deep inside.

Wasn’t the reason she and Huo Shiqian had agreed on a two-year period also to have enough time for buffering?

With her present status to marry Huo Shiqian, she was destined to be seen as a parasitic plant, dependent on him.

That was not what she wanted to see.

She had not come back to life to become dependent on anyone, much less to be a fragile parasitic plant relying on someone else to survive.

She was Xia Chuyi, her destiny should be in her own hands.

Having figured out these points, she quickly dismissed these thoughts and immersed herself in studying.

Changing her destiny always began with action.

The next morning, as Xia Chuyi was on her routine jog, she encountered an unexpected visitor.

This time, it was Xia Mei.

Interestingly, did the Xia Family agree to bother her one after another?

“Hey, about the job you said you’d help me find, why hasn’t your uncle done anything yet?” Xia Mei extended her hands around her, looking up with arrogance and asked her.

Xia Chuyi, long immune to Xia Mei’s brazen attitude, calmly shook her head and responded, “What’s the rush? It’ll be arranged eventually.”

“How can I not be in a hurry? Xia Lan that wretch has found a good match, you’ve moved to your uncle’s house to enjoy good fortune, and I’m the only one left wasting time at home! Xia Chuyi, are you doing this on purpose?” As soon as she heard her reply, Xia Mei immediately complained indignantly.

“I’m telling you, don’t think you can deny it—you signed it in black and white.” Xia Mei stepped forward, pointing at her nose, “If you don’t find me a job by the year’s end, I’ll tell everyone that you’re not trustworthy! Humph.”

Xia Mei had a look of righteous indignation.

She was really brainless, spreading around that she wasn’t helping find a job or keeping promises? Why not consider people might ask, why should your sister have to find you a job in the first place, by what right?

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