Chapter 94: Frustration
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Xia Xin, somewhat manipulated by Wu Jia, found herself in the kitchen. When she took some vegetables out of the refrigerator, it finally struck her, ‘Wu Jia could order takeout, so why did she wait for me to return home and cook?’
Xia Xin went back out and asked, “If you were really hungry, why didn’t you just order takeout? Did you have to wait for me to come back and cook?”
Wu Jia had just finished the last potato chip and was licking the seasoning off her fingers. She said, “The food from outside is unhealthy. Only homemade food is good for me as my stomach is delicate.”
As Xia Xin felt her anger building up, Wu Jia quickly played the sweet card and said, “I know you’ve been working hard. How about this, I’ll cook tomorrow, and you can eat when you come back, okay?”
Under Wu Jia’s relentless persuasion, Xia Xin, even if she was upset, couldn’t express her anger. She had no choice but to obediently accept and start cooking for Wu Jia.
After finishing their meal, Wu Jia showed no intention of cleaning the dishes. Instead, she casually sat at the table, engrossed in her phone.
Xia Xin, looking at her, spoke with an annoyed tone, “Please put away the dishes and go wash them.”
Wu Jia impatiently replied, “In our family, the one who cooks also washes the dishes. Since you cooked today, shouldn’t you be washing them?”
Helpless, Xia Xin coldly stated, “In our family, the rule is that the one who doesn’t cook washes the dishes. Today, I cooked, so you wash them. Tomorrow, you cook, and I’ll wash.”
Wu Jia rolled her eyes with great reluctance, collected the dishes, and headed for the kitchen.
Xia Xin had planned to tidy up the living room. But before she could start, she suddenly heard the sound of dishes breaking in the kitchen. She rushed into the kitchen and found shattered fragments scattered across the floor. Even her favorite porcelain bowl, kept in the cupboard, had fallen and shattered into pieces.
Meanwhile, Wu Jia stood amidst the shards, her expression innocent, displaying no trace of guilt.
Xia Xin, her patience worn thin, demanded, “What exactly are you trying to
Wu Jia extended her hand to show Xia Xin a faint red mark on her index finger. She said, “Look, I was going to put away the dishes in the cupboard, but I lost my grip, and all the dishes fell to the ground. My hand got scratched, it hurts so much.”
Xia Xin, unable to express her anger even though she was on the verge of losing it, thought Wu Jia was more suited to be an actress. Her tears flowed so effortlessly, without any need for preparation.
Exasperated, Xia Xin watched Wu Jia for a moment. She felt utterly drained.
Just then, Xia Xin’s phone rang. She answered with a mechanical tone, “Hello, who is it?”
It was the first time Jing MO had heard Xia Xin sound so defeated. He asked, “What’s wrong?”
Hearing Jing Mo’s voice, Xia Xin said, “Wait a moment; I need to deal with something.”
Then she turned to Wu Jia and said, “You should go back to your room and rest.
Leave these things here; I’ll clean up.”
Wu Jia, once again rolling her eyes, left the room arrogantly.
Xia Xin breathed a sigh of relief, trying to sound less irritable. She picked up the phone and said, “It’s nothing, just some dishes broke.”
Jing MO asked if anyone was injured.
Feeling a day’s worth of grievances welling up inside her, combined with the exhaustion of her daily life and the troubles Wu Jia had caused, Xia Xin couldn’t hold back her tears any longer. She spoke with a choked voice, “No… no one’s hurt.”
Layle, sensing its owner’s emotions, approached Xia Xin and nudged her leg, offering comfort.
Kneeling down, Xia Xin stroked Layle’s head. At this moment, she wished there was someone who could pat her head and offer her some comfort and strength.
Jing MO inquired about the reason for her tears, and Xia Xin managed to say with great effort, “It’s really nothing. Some dishes just broke.”
Jing MO had just put a leash on Bobo. He had wanted to ask Xia Xin out to walk the dog, but when he heard Xia Xin cry, he put the leash down and put on his shoes, preparing to go out to see Xia Xin.
“I’ll come help you. Be careful of your hands,” Jing MO said.
“I’m really fine. There’s no need for that!” said Xia Xin. Xia Xin was worried that Wu Jia would find out about Jing Mo’s relationship with her, so Xia Xin quickly stopped Jing Mo. “I have a guest at home. It might not be convenient for you to come.”
Jing MO stopped putting on his shoes and retracted his feet to change the topic,
“I heard that your filming was not going well?”
“Yes,” said Xia Xin. She simply blamed all these grievances on filming and told him about what happened today..