Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

Chapter 298 Era: XCMG's Simple-minded Wife 2

When Ji Xiaosong came out after changing her clothes, Xu Weidong had already boiled water.

He stood by the stove, holding the iron kettle in one hand, pouring hot water into the enamel basin with a gurgling sound, his movements clean and efficient, without spilling a single drop.

"wash."

He pushed the enamel basin in front of her and turned to leave.

Ji Xiaosong blinked, then suddenly reached out and tugged at his sleeve: "Brother Weidong, the watch on your wrist... it's quite nice."

Xu Weidong paused, his eyes darkening slightly: "It was issued by the factory."

"Oh--"

Ji Xiaosong drew out her words, her gaze lingering for a second on the "scratch" on the edge of his watch face, before she smiled and let go of his hand. "Can I receive it in the future too?"

Xu Weidong frowned slightly, seemingly surprised by her question: "...We'll talk about it after you get into the factory."

After saying that, he strode out of the house, his back as straight as a pine tree.

Ji Xiaosong stared at his back, a slight smile playing on her lips.

This watch isn't from City A at all; it's a modified military communication device.

She bent down to scrub the mud off her arms, her mind racing:

In the original owner's memory, although she and Xu Weidong had been married for three months, she was only brought to the machinery factory's residential compound yesterday.

Previously, Xu Weidong had always used the excuse of being "busy with work" to keep her in the countryside.

Now it seems this man's identity is not simple.

In the evening, Ji Xiaosong went with Xu Weidong to the machinery factory canteen to get food.

People came and went in the family compound, and many female workers secretly sized her up, their eyes filled with inquiry and disdain.

"Is that XCMG's wife from the countryside? She's as skinny as a bean sprout..."

"I heard he can barely read or write, and can't even use an abacus."

Ji Xiaosong pretended not to hear, and instead smiled and nodded at them: "Hello, aunties!"

The female workers were taken aback, then gave an awkward smile in return.

Xu Weidong walked ahead of her, his back still cold and hard, but his pace slowed down, as if he was waiting for her.

There was a long queue at the cafeteria window. Xu Weidong handed over two aluminum lunch boxes: "Go get your food."

Ji Xiaosong took the lunchbox and was about to walk forward when she was suddenly bumped into.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

A sickeningly sweet voice rang out, and Ji Xiaosong looked up to meet a pair of smiling eyes.

It is Ji Hongmei.

She changed into clean clothes, her hair was neatly combed, and she had applied face cream that smelled pungent.

"Xiao Song, are you alright?" Ji Hongmei affectionately took her arm. "I was so scared this afternoon! How could you be so careless and insist on going into the deep water..."

Ji Xiaosong sneered inwardly, but on the surface she pretended to be timid: "Sister Hongmei, didn't you say that the reed leaves over there were the tenderest and told me to pick them?"

The people queuing around immediately perked up their ears.

Ji Hongmei's face stiffened, then her eyes reddened: "Xiao Song, how could you say that? I clearly advised you not to go to dangerous places..."

What a beautiful white lotus!

Just as Ji Xiaosong was about to add fuel to the fire, she suddenly felt a sharp gaze fall upon her.

Xu Weidong appeared behind her without her noticing, his voice cold and deep: "What's going on?"

Ji Hongmei's eyes lit up, and she immediately leaned softly towards Xu Weidong: "Brother Weidong, Xiao Song, she..."

“Sister Hongmei,” Ji Xiaosong suddenly interrupted her, her voice soft and sweet, “Why do you smell of mud? Haven’t you washed yourself properly yet?”

As she spoke, she deliberately leaned closer and took a sniff.

Those around immediately chuckled.

Ji Hongmei's face flushed red, and she abruptly took a step back: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Oh, maybe I smelled it wrong." Ji Xiaosong blinked innocently. "But Sister Hongmei, your shoes still have mud on the soles."

When everyone looked down, sure enough, there was still dark river mud clinging to the edges of Ji Hongmei's cloth shoes.

Ji Hongmei was trembling with anger, but she couldn't refute it. She could only glare at Ji Xiaosong fiercely before turning and leaving.

Ji Xiaosong stuck out her tongue at her retreating figure, then turned around and found Xu Weidong staring at her.

"Brother Weidong, have I embarrassed you?" She lowered her head, her voice muffled.

Xu Weidong was silent for two seconds, then suddenly reached out and took the lunchbox from her hand: "...I'll go get the food."

Ji Xiaosong paused for a moment, then smiled.

This man doesn't seem so difficult to handle after all.

In the evening, Xu Weidong was writing materials at his desk, while Ji Xiaosong was sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed) drying her hair.

The room was quiet except for the scratching sound of the pen on the paper.

Ji Xiaosong glanced at him and suddenly asked, "Brother Weidong, can I go to the supply and marketing cooperative tomorrow?"

Xu Weidong paused, pen in hand: "Going to do what?"

“I want to buy some needles and thread to mend your clothes.” She pointed to the wear and tear on the cuffs of his work clothes. “Look, they’re all worn through.”

Xu Weidong glanced down at his sleeve, his brows furrowing slightly: "...No need."

"Yes, yes!" Ji Xiaosong leaned closer, her eyes sparkling. "My mother said that if a man's clothes are torn and not mended, he'll lose money!"

Xu Weidong: "..."

He had clearly never heard of this idea before, but seeing Ji Xiaosong's expectant eyes, he finally nodded: "...Whatever you say."

Ji Xiaosong chuckled to herself.

The original owner did know needlework, but she wasn't doing it to mend clothes.

The supply and marketing cooperative was the information hub of the family compound, making it the best place to gather information.

The next morning, Ji Xiaosong went to the supply and marketing cooperative.

As soon as she entered the door, she heard a strange, sarcastic laugh.

"Hey, isn't this Xu Gong's young wife?"

Behind the counter, a saleswoman with curly hair glanced at her sideways. "I heard you fell into the river yesterday? What, you country bumpkin, can't you even walk properly?"

Ji Xiaosong recognized her; it was Li Xiulan, the niece of the deputy director of the machinery factory and also Ji Hongmei's "good sister".

She didn't rush to retort, but first glanced at the shelves:

Fabrics, enamel mugs, soap... there weren't many items, but they were arranged neatly.

There's also a small counter in the corner that sells candy and snacks, but you need a special ticket to get them.

"Comrade, I'd like to see the needle and thread," Ji Xiaosong said with a smile.

Li Xiulan scoffed and casually grabbed a handful of needles, tossing them onto the counter: "Here, pick some yourself, just so you don't prick your hand."

Ji Xiaosong wasn't annoyed. She lowered her head and carefully picked out two needles, then pointed to the red thread next to her: "I want this one too."

"That's two cents in total."

After lazily quoting the price, Li Xiulan suddenly lowered her voice and said, "Hey, I heard you and Engineer Xu haven't consummated your marriage yet?"

Ji Xiaosong paused, her fingers moving slightly.

Li Xiulan smiled smugly: "Sister Hongmei said that Engineer Xu doesn't even look at you and will send you back to the countryside sooner or later!"

Ji Xiaosong raised her head, still smiling, but her eyes turned cold: "Comrade Xiulan, do you know what we country folk hate the most?"

"what?"

“A gossipy woman,” Ji Xiaosong said slowly. “My mother said that people who love to gossip will have their tongues rot.”

Li Xiulan's expression changed: "You!"

“Oh, right,” Ji Xiaosong suddenly pointed to the shelf behind her, “when you were getting the needle just now, it seems like you knocked over a bottle of ink…”

Li Xiulan turned around abruptly and saw a bottle of Hero brand blue ink teetering on the verge of collapse.

"Ah!" She rushed to help, but it was too late.

"Snapped!"

The ink bottle fell to the ground, and blue ink splattered all over her trouser leg.

Ji Xiaosong exclaimed "Oh dear!" with a sympathetic look: "What a pity, these pants are ruined now, aren't they?"

Li Xiulan was trembling with anger and was about to curse when the director of the supply and marketing cooperative came over upon hearing the commotion: "What's going on?"

Ji Xiaosong immediately lowered her head, her voice timid: "Director, I... I didn't mean to. When Comrade Xiulan gave me the needle, she accidentally spilled the ink..."

The director glared at Li Xiulan: "Clumsy! I'll deduct half a day's work points from you!"

Li Xiulan: "???"

After paying, Ji Xiaosong gave her a sweet smile: "See you tomorrow, Comrade Xiulan~"

After saying that, he turned and left, keeping his achievements and fame hidden.

When Ji Xiaosong got home, she found that Xu Weidong had left work early, which was unusual for him, and was repairing a bicycle in the yard.

She leaned closer and proudly pulled out a small paper packet: "Brother Weidong, I bought you candy!"

Xu Weidong looked up and saw two fruit candies lying in her palm. The wrappers were faded, clearly indicating that they were slow-moving goods from the supply and marketing cooperative.

"...I don't eat sweets."

"Oh."

Ji Xiaosong dejectedly withdrew her hand and muttered softly, "Then I'll eat it myself..."

Seeing her dejected appearance, Xu Weidong suddenly reached out and took one: "...One is enough."

Ji Xiaosong's eyes lit up, and she immediately unwrapped the candy and stuffed it into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster.

Xu Weidong looked at her, and the corners of his mouth curved up almost imperceptibly.

This candy doesn't seem so bad.