Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s Chapter 2280: 2216: Pretending to Be a Married Couple with Someone

“Go on, get moving.” She let out a small hum and declared, “Don’t assume my anger has vanished! While you’re in the shower, you better think of a good explanation! Regardless, I am still extremely upset right now!”

Meng Xinian hurried into the room to grab a change of clothes and snatched a towel. As he made his way toward the bathroom, he said, “Wife, there is honestly nothing to it. I’ll explain everything shortly; why don't you take a look around the place first?”

Chiang Xiao shot him a skeptical look.

“Does a tiny place like this actually need a tour?”

In all honesty, one could take in the entire space with a single glance.

Nevertheless, once Meng Xinian disappeared into the bathroom, she did begin to inspect her surroundings.

The bedroom contained nothing but a bed—a narrow wooden frame measuring only one and a half meters.

It was arranged with such precision that she poked out her tongue in sheer surprise.

The quilt had been folded into a flawless tofu block with sharp, distinct edges, while the sheets were pulled so tight that not a single wrinkle remained.

Approaching the bed, she sat down and shifted her weight back and forth to test how firm it was.

Aside from the bed, the room featured only a window. Resting by the windowsill was a small table holding a plastic-framed mirror, the type designed to either stand on its own or be mounted on a wall.

There was also a pencil cup containing two combs: one with wide teeth and another with fine teeth.

Given Meng Xinian’s short buzz cut, why would he ever require combs? It was obvious these had been set out specifically for her.

The bed had even been furnished with two pillows.

A small cabinet stood at the foot of the bed, but there was nothing else to see.

The quarters were truly cramped and basic.

Meng Xinian had given her the spacious quadrangle courtyard while he stayed in such a confined space himself.

The room lacked even a simple fan; the summer heat here must be stifling.

Chiang Xiao was still perched on the bed, scanning the room, when Meng Xinian walked back in. He was shirtless, wearing only his trousers.

The sight of his powerful, solid muscles immediately dazzled her eyes.

“You finished your shower that quickly?”

Chiang Xiao was momentarily dazed.

With him now in the room, the bedroom felt even more restricted, permeated by the scent of his soap.

Meng Xinian sat down beside her, bracing his hands on either side of her body as he leaned in close.

“Since you are here, why would I waste time in the shower?”

He pinned her down against the mattress, his arms supporting his weight as he hovered over her. Looking down into her eyes, he leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss.

“Mmm…”

Feeling a bit lightheaded, Chiang Xiao managed to push against him. She poked his chest with her finger, feeling as though the hardness of his muscles might actually bend her digits.

“Get up. I told you, I’m still angry.”

With a sigh, Meng Xinian sat up and pulled her up with him. He drew her into a tight embrace, resting his chin upon her shoulder and rubbing his face affectionately against hers.

“Little, I don't even know who they are.”

“They? Hm?” Chiang Xiao gave him a slight, annoyed nudge with her elbow and said, “I heard there were several. Explain to me why so many people are suddenly trying to set you up? What kind of false impression did you give them?”

Meng Xinian replied, “I barely know those women and I hardly speak to them, so how could I give them any illusions? Don’t worry, though; I will get this sorted out.”

“Then explain that woman from just now. She recognizes you, and she knows who I am as well.” She turned around and reached out to pinch his ear. “Is it like I guessed before? Were you on some mission where you had to pretend to be a married couple with someone? Did you have to call another woman your wife? Did you even have to share a room at night? To fool the enemy, did you have to cuddle and hug…”