Chapter 0021 – Wife’s Singing Voice (2 / 2)

The air suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Four eyes met, and both froze in place.

Mu Xiao was wearing a tank top and shorts, and when she turned around at this moment, Tang Jia Chong’s dark eyes flashed.

“Aren’t the workers coming later?” Tang Jia Chong averted his eyes and took the lead in breaking the odd silence in the room.

“Uh, it’s about ten o’clock.” Mako twisted her head and grabbed her cell phone on the table, turning off the music.

“Shouldn’t you change your clothes?”

It’s hot and Mako sleeps in tank tops and shorts at night and doesn’t change in the morning when she gets up.

It’s a moment to spread out and not notice that I’m not wearing any underwear underneath my clothes.

He saw it all.

Mak’s small face reddened, subconsciously protecting her chest with both hands, she hurriedly ran back to her room and closed the door with a bang.

Tang Jia Chong: “……”

It’s almost 10:00. Doesn’t she have any self-awareness?

It’s still a good figure, deliberately shown to him.

A few minutes later, Mako came out with a change of clothes.

“Put your clothes in the washing machine by yourself, do your own things, that’s what your kindergarten teacher taught you.” Mu Xiao walked to the dining table and said to Tang Jia Chong who was drinking water.

A hint of surprise appeared on Tang Jia Chong’s face, the dirty clothes basket in his bedroom was indeed full, but he never seemed to have come across something like having to do his own laundry.

Aansi Young didn’t use a washing machine before, but that’s another story.

His chores of life Yang Anxi tried not to let the servants of the house touch, Yang Anxi personally went to his residence early in the morning every day.

His suits were taken to the dry cleaners, and the rest of his clothes were all hand-washed by Auntie Young.

He had also advised her that a washing machine would be fine, his house was equipped with the best washing machine, but Yang Anxi refused, and had to go out of her way to hand wash one piece at a time.

He realized later that she was showing off how hardworking and sweet she was.

But he wouldn’t appreciate her for that at all.

She also always saved the most generous things for others, like her brother.

He brought back the hotel’s most famous lion’s head and desserts from the Famous Luxury Hotel, and Yang Anxi didn’t want to eat them, but had to eat the rest of the meal herself and save the good stuff to bring back to her mother’s house for Yang’s mother and brother.

He was a billionaire, but she “self-mutilation” in front of him, and then “self-mutilation” results to highlight her “greatness”, and then her “greatness” to “hostage”, to define your moral standards. “Greatness” to “hostage”, to define your moral standards.

With this sense of sacrifice, Anshee Young uses it to invariably raise her moral leverage in a vain attempt to gain a moral advantage from him that doesn’t really make any sense.

After she’s done this, she’ll tell you, “I’m doing all this for my favorite person. I’m the only one who is genuinely good to you and goes out of my way to wash your clothes by hand for you.”

The subtext behind this is nothing more than “I’ve done so much for you, you have to appreciate me, you have to treat me well, you can’t do me wrong.”

The real reason they’ve come this far isn’t simply because Auntie Yang is a Fu Di Demon.

After a moment of silence, Tang Jia Chong answered, “Okay.” He turned around and went into the bedroom and brought the dirty clothes basket out to the balcony.

Tang Jiachong had never used a washing machine before, and after stuffing the clothes in, he stared at the buttons on the machine for a while; there were words on them, and he was quick to understand the meaning of those buttons.

Just ……

“You haven’t put the laundry detergent in yet.” Mako reminded from behind him.

Tang Jia Chong turned his head to look at Mu Xiao silently, lifted the laundry detergent next to him, unscrewed the cap to pour “tons and tons and tons” into the washing machine.

“Stop!” Mu Xiao exclaimed, holding Tang Jia Chong’s hand that was carrying the laundry detergent.

“How much foam does it take to pour like you do?”

Unfortunately, it was already too late, and Mako sighed, “Forget it, just wash and watch.”

“How much should I pour?” Tang Jia Chong frowned.

“Depending on the amount of clothes, it’s half a bottle cap’s worth for less, and a bottle cap for more.”

“Got it, you can let it go.”

Mu Xiao had a jolt, she was still holding Tang Jia Chong’s hand in a death grip.