Adults Have Adults' Troubles

"Tsk tsk tsk, a suit and tie... he's either a refined scoundrel or going to secretly meet his lover."

"Why does it feel so different when you wear it?"

Hua Xin leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, clicking her tongue in amazement. Her tone was as mocking as a street thug looking at a beautiful girl in a school uniform who had suddenly appeared in front of him.

"This is an outfit that only a mature man can pull off."

Upon hearing this, Xia Yan's lips curled up slightly, and then he took off his coat.

Hua Xin, equally adept, took the coat and hung it on a hanger not far away. Then, with her hands behind her back, she asked with some curiosity:

How's work going?

Although it always felt a bit strange that Xia Yan was working in a bank, Hua Xin had previously imagined that Xia Yan's profession would be something like a domineering CEO.

However, the idea of a recent college graduate becoming a domineering CEO probably only exists in novels.

While it's certainly better to have a more stable and less strenuous job now compared to the previous part-time work of assembling computers.

But Hua Xin could always sense that Xia Yan didn't actually like this job very much.

Even if it's a very successful and respectable job in the eyes of others.

"Going to work is just for getting off work."

"After get off work, I go home to be with my wife."

Xia Yan winked at Hua Xin in a deliberately cute way, then rolled up his sleeves, picked up the meat and vegetables he had bought, and headed towards the kitchen.

"Uh-huh."

Hua Xin gave a soft hum, naturally very satisfied with Xia Yan's answer.

However, Xia Yan still usually does the cooking, while Hua Xin only uses the recipes she learned from Xiaohongshu on weekends.

As a flower of the motherland with good values in the new era, Hua Xin has always maintained an attitude of treating all software equally and will not favor one over the other.

Watching Xia Yan's retreating figure, Hua Xin didn't say anything more.

From graduating from university to entering the workforce, not much has actually changed for them, since they were already used to this pace of life back in school.

But without realizing it...

Aside from the time they spend together at night when they go home, they rarely have any time to themselves.

In the past, they would have weekends or other days off to go out shopping together or stay home watching anime or playing games. But now, as they all need to maintain their own jobs, they have less and less free time.

On rare weekends, she either went to the store or Xia Yan had to go to work.

The time we could spend together was limited to the evenings.

To be honest, Hua Xin also felt somewhat unhappy from the bottom of her heart.

I originally thought that after graduating from school, I could still be with Xia Yan every day, happily doing what we wanted to do, and living our own little life together.

But the harshness of reality often seems to be more heartbreaking than the beauty of fantasy.

Their relationship wouldn't have been strained for that reason, but both of them would have noticed the pressure that came with work.

If only I could always be a carefree student...

Or, the unexpected possibility of directly possessing countless riches.

Hua Xin sat on the sofa, but her gaze was not on the TV in front of her that was playing Tom and Jerry. Instead, it kept falling on Xia Yan, who was busy in the kitchen.

Xia Yan is definitely hiding something from her.

This answer stemmed from her understanding of Xia Yan and a unique intuition.

It's perfectly fine for them to have their own private space, but it's quite rare to see this feeling of hiding things from each other, however...

She also had things she was keeping from Xia Yan.

Thinking of this, Hua Xin couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and for a moment she didn't even know if Xia Yan would be angry if she told him.

The TV show featuring Hachimi and Haki Mouse was no longer interesting at this moment, so Hua Xin simply slipped on her slippers and went into the kitchen to see if she could help Xia Yan in any way.

"It will be ready after simmering for a while longer."

Xia Yan took a can of cola out of the refrigerator and handed it to Hua Xin, while also taking off the apron she had tied.

Wearing an apron means you can't hug Hua Xin, and taking off an apron means you can't make food.

However, when Xia Yan saw Hua Xin silently drinking cola while staring at Hua Xin, a feeling of "I have figured you out" arose in his heart.

It seems I couldn't escape my wife's discerning eye after all.

That's right, Xia Yan was indeed hiding something from Hua Xin and hadn't told her.

Xia Yan has been working for about three or four months now, but he still maintains a smile every day. His relationships with his colleagues at the bank are not difficult for him, and he even has no trouble going out to do business with the bank manager.

But he was very unhappy.

I'm extremely unhappy, even to the point of being nine-tenths unhappy.

Going to work is being responsible for your job, and it's also being responsible for earning money for yourself.

But more than earning money and going to work, what Xia Yan found most unbearable was that the time he could spend with Hua Xin was getting shorter and shorter.

In chronological order.

At the end of my junior year, I started working on my thesis, followed by my defense. Although those days were tough and tiring, being with Hua Xin made everything feel relaxed and stress-free.

Fewer classes and more time to be together intimately—it couldn't be happier.

But the early mornings and late nights at work, along with the irregular overtime, became the final straw that broke Xia Yan's back.

The condition of "insufficient time for Hua Xin" has completely destroyed Xia Yan.

"I confess."

Xia Yan's somewhat helpless voice made Hua Xin's deep gaze flash with a hint of determination.

"Explain."

Hua Xin's voice carried a hint of judgment.

Although we were in the kitchen, with steam still rising from the pot, a slightly somber atmosphere had set in.

"I want to resign."

"?"

"What are you saying???!!"

"I'm actually waiting for you to become the bank president and then use your power to transfer hundreds of millions of dollars directly into my bank account as a string of numbers, so we can embark on a life-or-death escape!"

After uttering a long and difficult sentence, Xia Yan sighed helplessly.

I feel like... I have so little time to spend with you.

As Xia Yan said this, her face showed a hint of grievance.

After all, his current job doesn't make him happy, even though it has a good future.

"Um..."

"Or..."

"How about you come to the cat cafe and cosplay Hachimi employee?"

Hua Xin tentatively offered a solution, but was met only with Xia Yan's evil hand.