The days that followed were perhaps the happiest Chu Ge had ever known.
Perhaps because he had passed all the various "tests" the night before with flying colors, Qiu Wuji abandoned her previous habit of constantly looking for excuses to beat him up and became very much the virtuous, caring woman.
When Chu Ge got up early to practice and write, Qiu Wuji went out to buy a chicken to make soup.
The rich aroma of chicken soup drifted through the apartment, tempting him so much that it could steal his attention away from writing.
He had already grown used to her regularly bringing him tea and water, but now she added all sorts of new touches. First she cut up fruit, and once the juicer she had ordered online arrived, she eagerly set about figuring out how to make juice. When a glass of iced fruit juice appeared before him on a scorching day, Chu Ge was moved almost to tears.
Even breakfast gained some variety. The juicer could also make soy milk, and Qiu Wuji refused to drink the lousy store-bought stuff anymore, with who knew how much water added to it. She bought soybeans and ground them fresh herself.
Soy milk when he got up, spirit tea and fruit juice while he wrote, and chicken soup with meals.
Chu Ge truly felt that what he had said before made perfect sense-your quality of life depended mainly on what kind of wife you married.
Although she refused to acknowledge that she was his wife, and had yet to perform the most crucial wifely activity...
She was his wife all the same.
In Chu Ge's heart, she was his wife no matter how he looked at it.
Qiu Wuji did not consider herself his wife... but she happily did