Long reprint: The Road to Love Exchange Chapter Thirty-Four

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Chapter Thirty-Four:
The group hurriedly boarded the car and headed towards their next destination—Kumamoto Castle, also known as Ginkgo Castle, one of Japan's three great castles along with Osaka Castle and Nagoya Castle. When Kato Kiyomasa built this castle, he considered the need for food supplies during sieges, so he planted ginkgo trees extensively to store provisions for war, hence the name.

"Have you been to Japan before?" I asked Xi Jialing.

Xi Jialing shook her head. "I've spent half my life busy making a living. Aside from a few business trips to Europe, I've hardly ever been abroad. I've never even been to Japan, which is so close."

"So, do you have any plans to live

for yourself in the future?" Xi Jialing looked at me. "What does it mean to live for yourself? I have a daughter, and I'll continue to work hard for her happiness. Seeing her grow up happily makes me happy. Doesn't that count as living for myself?"

"Yes, of course it does, but have you ever thought about doing something that directly pleases yourself?"

Xi Jialing subtly moved closer to me and nudged me with her elbow. "What you've done since I met you is an example."

"I mean, haven't you ever thought about finding a long-term partner to help you raise Qiqi? Having someone to rely on can also share your burden."

Xi Jialing's expression darkened slightly. "Let's talk about it later. I'm not ready yet."

I nodded.

"Mommy, Mommy, there's so much delicious food ahead!"

Xia Siqi was immediately pestered by a little girl from the same family who had been on the bus with us as soon as she got off. The little girl seemed to really like this older sister. Xia Siqi, who was still a child herself, maturely took on the role of an older sister, holding the hand of the six or seven-year-old girl the whole time. But when she saw the food street outside the city,

she immediately reverted to her childlike nature. "Slow down, don't drop the little girl!" Xi Jialing ran after the two little girls who were running towards the food. The little girl's parents were also running after her. To outsiders, it looked like a group of adults and children eagerly trying the local delicacies.

I chuckled at the sight, and was slightly moved by this heartwarming scene. I imagined when my wife and I could chase after our children like that.

Before I got married, my mom constantly pressured me to go on blind dates. After I got married, she kept pressuring me to have children quickly. Although I never mentioned it to my parents, I knew my mom knew what we were thinking, or more precisely, what my wife was thinking. I was worried that my strong-willed mom would cause a rift between her and my wife, but she suppressed her urge to have a grandchild so as not to upset her son.

I'm already in my early thirties, and even just to make both sets of parents happy, I wanted to complete this important life task as soon as possible. But my love for my wife made me reluctant to pressure her. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but sigh.

"Look, everyone's running over there. Let's hurry up, I'm hungry, and if we go late, there will be lines everywhere." A girl's voice reached my ears.

I turned around and saw the two girls I was watching. The one speaking was the blonde girl's best friend.

"Oh dear, why are you eating like a child?" the blonde girl scolded, but she was pulled along by her best friend and involuntarily started running.

I don't know why, but every time I see them, I think of their male companions, and then I think of my wife. I don't know why there's this strange connection. Could it be because of the flirting yesterday afternoon and the chance encounter last night? But my wife was clearly very cold both times; it definitely didn't seem like there was anything between them.

Thinking of this, I took out my phone and typed a WeChat message.

"Honey, are you feeling better?"

I clicked send.

"Jianhao! They only accept cash. Give me my bag." Xi Jialing's voice came from a takoyaki stall in the distance. I then remembered that I had been carrying her bag the whole time.

"Oh, here I am!"

So I jogged straight to the food street...

After visiting the attractions, the next stop was the shopping area, a standard group tour itinerary. Don't have too high hopes for shopping on a cruise. The shops the tour guide took us to were mostly run by Chinese people, and the customers were all Chinese as well. From the sales assistants to the cashiers, they all spoke with that local accent. The goods weren't fake, but the prices weren't cheap. Anyway, I didn't find anything I liked after browsing around. Xi Jialing, on the other hand, had her shopping basket overflowing with various local specialties, cosmetics, and children's medicines, to the point that she could barely carry them all. I quickly took her hands from her.

I wandered aimlessly around the shelves, only stopping at the electronics section to catch my eye.

"I want to buy him one, which one do you think is good?"

"I don't know anything about razors."

I heard someone talking next to me, and thinking we were all in the same boat, I chimed in, "Actually, this one is pretty good, it has a cooling effect, very comfortable in the summer, but the prices here aren't cheap, I suggest you don't buy it if you're not in a hurry."

"Really? What does 'cooling effect' mean?"

"It means there's a cooling pad inside that cools the skin and reduces irritation." I spoke like a salesperson.

"Okay, thank you, let's buy this one."

A sense of accomplishment rose within me, but when I turned around, I froze. It turned out that the people I had been talking to so arrogantly were those two girls. They even had to buy their own razors; needless to say, the two men were definitely not around.

The blonde girl smiled and nodded at me, saying "Thank you" again. "

You're welcome," I replied politely, but my brow furrowed again. I thought of my wife again, thinking of their male companions.

Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine. I'd been called away by Xi Jialing to deliver a bag after sending the WeChat message, and I'd completely forgotten about it. I didn't know how my wife had replied. I immediately pulled out my phone and checked, only to be stunned. She hadn't replied.

My phone had international roaming activated, offering a daily data cap of 25 yuan in Japan—actually cheaper than on the ship. My message had definitely been sent. The ship was docked, receiving Japanese signal, so there was no reason my wife, also on roaming, wouldn't have missed or be unable to send a message. I felt my heart sink, but I couldn't pinpoint what I was worried about, or perhaps I simply didn't want to think about it.

"You're here! I finally found you!" Xi Jialing, panting, appeared before me, breaking my reverie.

"What's wrong?"

"What do you think is wrong?" Xi Jialing struggled to move her hands so I could see her triumphant return.

"Oh, okay, let me help you carry these." I quickly took the basket, which was now overflowing with goods. I ended up carrying four bags out of the shop. Needless to say, most of them were for Xi Jialing; only half a bag was for me, filled with local snacks I planned to give as gifts.

Our trip ended at 3 PM. After going through all the departure procedures, we returned to the ship at 4 PM. Actually, my heart was still with my wife. I wanted to know how she was doing. I put the things in Xi Jialing's room and rushed back.

"Honey, I'm back. How are you? Are you feeling better?" I dropped the things and went to check on my wife lying in bed.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, I'm fine." My wife didn't show the joy and excitement one would expect from seeing me return; instead, she seemed a little downcast.

"You don't look well. Haven't you eaten anything?" I noticed her face was a little pale and touched her forehead. "No fever."

"It's really nothing, just a little tired."

"Haha, you're tired?" My wife's expression changed slightly upon hearing this, but I didn't notice and continued, "You have no idea how tired I am today. Xi Jialing is really something. She often goes to Europe when she has the chance, but when she came to Japan, she just kept shopping, treating me like a porter."

"Honey," my wife interrupted my incessant chatter.

"Huh?"

"If I did something wrong, would you forgive me?" my wife asked a seemingly random question.

I also noticed my wife's unusual behavior, so I sat on the edge of the bed, rested my head on her forehead, and said softly, "I've said it before, no matter what you do wrong, just tell me, and we'll bear it together."

My wife suddenly cried, "Honey, I realized I really did something wrong." She lowered her head and cried.

I felt a little lost. I really hoped that my worries during the day were just unfounded, and that when I got back to the ship, my wife would be alright, healthier, and even pout and act spoiled with me because we had spent the whole day in Japan while she was all alone on the ship.

But the situation before me seemed to confirm my fears. I glanced down and saw a small red mark on my wife's neck. Her skin was flawless, almost blemish-free, and she always took good care of it; she would never have skin problems. I immediately realized what it was—a hickey, and not one I left, but one from today. My

face fell. Seeing that I wasn't speaking, my

wife timidly looked up at me, then lowered her head again in fear at my expression.

I took a deep breath, trying my best to suppress my emotions, and asked in as calm a tone as possible, "Tell me what you did."

My wife unlocked her phone and slowly handed it to me. I realized she had been holding it the whole time; the screen was showing a video, as if she had already opened it and was just waiting to hand it to me.

I realized that the answer to all my guesses and delusions during the day might be in this video—a 17-minute video. I pressed play, and the video started playing.

The screen initially shook, and then a large man's face appeared on the screen; he was taking a selfie.

"Today is a beautiful, sunny day. We've chosen this day to create a precious memory. Today's subject is a young married woman, a stunning young married woman, a rare and exceptional young married woman." The man in the video had a smug look on his face, and I only just recognized him as the handsome guy who had hit on me yesterday.

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