Long reprint: The Road to Love Exchange, Chapter 86

Chapter 86
I told my wife about my appointment with Jin Yanming and his wife, and shared my analysis of the couples. My wife nodded in agreement.

"Xiao Bai is too ruthless. Just thinking about him makes my lower body ache."

"Yeah, Brother Lu and his wife are older and more considerate. Besides, we haven't had much interaction before, so it should be a completely new experience for us."

"Hmph, you've got your eye on Sister Jin, haven't you?"

My smile froze. "Uh... my wife is so sharp now, you figured it out."

My wife smiled smugly and grabbed my arm. "Honey, I don't want to stay home. Let's go see a movie this afternoon, then have dinner and take a leisurely walk back, okay?"

"Okay... whatever my wife says, that's what I'll do. What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Beef hot pot!" My wife's eyes lit up when she said that.

I smiled and pinched her cheek. "No problem, but you have to be good. You need to take a nap this afternoon. We'll watch the 4 pm showing, and then we can have hot pot after it ends at 6 pm, perfect, okay?"

My wife pouted; she was clearly very unhappy about taking a nap.

"I don't care, this is a supervisory task my mother-in-law gave me, and I have to complete it. Just get into bed and do whatever you want."

My wife suddenly leaned closer and licked my face with the tip of her tongue when I wasn't looking. "Really, whatever you want? Can I sleep with you then?"

I turned to her and smiled gently. "No, go to sleep!!"

My wife was obedient enough to listen. After lunch, she took a walk around the neighborhood and came back to lie down. But she held onto my "whatever you want" part, drew the curtains, turned on the air conditioner, crawled under the covers, and started watching videos on her iPad, giggling as she watched. She just wouldn't sleep, which made me so angry that I immediately cut off her internet connection, which finally forced her to take a short nap.

The movie theater was in Wanda Plaza, not far from home, about a half-hour walk away. Since we planned to walk back after lunch, we didn't drive. We walked there hand in hand like a couple deeply in love.

Many of the neighbors in the neighborhood were old neighbors from my childhood homes, people who had watched me grow up. The uncles and aunts were always very friendly when they saw us.

"Xiao Hao, out for a walk with your wife again?"

"Xiao Hao, you spoil your wife like a daughter."

"Xiao Hao, have a baby soon, preferably a girl, it'll be so much fun to have two of you."

My wife never gets annoyed by these comments; on the contrary, she enjoys them immensely. She always replies sweetly with a radiant smile, making the uncles, aunts, grandfathers, and grandmothers beam with delight. After a while, when these people see us on the street, they no longer start with "Xiao Hao," but with "Xiao Chen" or "Xin Yue." And every time they see my mother, they praise my wife more than they praise me. My mother is naturally overjoyed with such a well-behaved daughter-in-law. Except for not having children yet, my wife is the perfect daughter-in-law.

The hot summer has passed, and we strolled to our destination, enjoying the slightly cool breeze.

The movie was an animated film. I originally wanted to see another action movie, but in the end, my wife and I made a deal: I'd take a nap in exchange. I was a little annoyed when we entered the theater because almost everyone there was a family. I thought it would be a boring two hours, but American animated films are just so funny! My annoyance only lasted a few minutes before I was doubled over by the jokes that ran almost from beginning to end. Sometimes I laughed even harder than my wife. The movie, less than two hours long, was very therapeutic, and I felt a sense of relief when I left the theater.

"I told you it was good, didn't I? You looked so reluctant when you came with me, huh?"

My wife was quite pleased with my reaction to the movie.

"Alright, alright, since you made me laugh so much, I'll treat you to hot pot. Let's go."

"What do you mean, 'since you made me laugh so much,' we already agreed! You liar!"

My wife and I actually have different tastes in many things, like food. I like spicy food, but she can't handle it; she likes raw food, but I can't; she prefers milder flavors, while I like stronger ones. But we do have some things in common, like tea restaurants and clear broth beef hot pot. There's a hot pot restaurant we both love on the first floor of the plaza, and it's always packed. We specifically chose a movie that ended around 5 PM just to grab a table. We thought we could catch the last bus without a queue if we arrived before 6 PM, but we were still late. We got a number and waited at the door.

My wife's long, wavy hair and her relatively fitted outfit today made her quite a head-turner at the restaurant entrance. I've seen more than one or two men get glared at by their female companions for peeking too much.

My wife seemed to enjoy being watched, with a hint of smugness.

"Honey, do you think I should get a new hairstyle and a perm?"

"Ugh...no way! You're fine as you are, why do you want to change?" my wife said dismissively.

"To be a better match for you."

"Huh?" My wife looked blank.

"As the saying goes, 'Scumbag men get perms, scumbag women get big waves,' so we're a scumbag man with a scumbag woman, hahaha."

My wife stomped on my foot angrily, and by sheer coincidence, she stepped right on my big toenail. I jumped up with a cry of pain, which drew laughter from the people waiting in line.

"Stop talking nonsense! How am I a scumbag?" my wife pretended to be angry.

"Being fucked by another man in front of me, isn't that being a scumbag woman?" I whispered in her ear.

My wife glared at me angrily, while I smugly raised an eyebrow at her. To my surprise, she instantly switched to a seductive expression and said, "Fine, I'm a scumbag, and I'll keep being a scumbag for you to see, hmph."

This vixen is getting more and more formidable; if this continues, it'll be her turn to lead me around.

Luckily, we got an early number, so we didn't have to wait long. We ordered more food without even needing a menu: two servings of freshly sliced beef, one serving of fresh tripe, one serving of beef balls, some vegetables and bean products, and two pitchers of beer. The evening in Shanghai at the end of September was neither too hot nor too cold, perfect for hot pot. She'd been forced to eat all sorts of so-called postpartum soups by her two mothers for the past few weeks and was almost nauseous. Now, she wanted to run away at the sight of pigeons and chickens. This wasn't an exaggeration; she really wanted to run away. I personally witnessed her enter the kitchen and see her mother-in-law stewing pigeon soup. She covered her mouth and tried to escape from the kitchen, but after only a few steps, she was grabbed by the back of the neck and dragged back to my astonished eyes. In the end, she had to force-feed it down with a bitter face. Just imagining her 1.7-meter-tall mother-in-law grabbing her by the neck and dragging her back made me almost laugh to death.

This hotpot meal was incredibly satisfying for both of us. I left the restaurant with a perfectly full belly, and since it was still early, we strolled around the mall for a bit. By the time we exited, the night sky was dotted with stars.

"It's past nine, let's walk back slowly."

Just like on the way there, another loving couple was walking hand-in-hand.

"Honey, what time are you meeting with Sister Jin and the others?"

"In a rush?"

"Oh, no, the school has duty rosters during the long holiday, so I wanted to avoid them beforehand."

"Look at you, your face screams 'scumbag'."

"What word?"

"Scumbag woman."

"Lu Jianhao, I bet you're planning to limp to work on Monday, aren't you?"

"Heh, threatening me? Which leg are you planning to break?"

My wife squinted at me with a threatening look, but it wasn't very intimidating. "I'll just break your third leg."

"Fine, I'll break it and hide it with you. You can have your fun whenever you want, it's ready-made, right? Hahaha, ouch, you stepped on me again!"

"Hmph, I'll stomp you to death, I'll stomp you to death!"

"Okay, okay, heroine, I admit defeat, I won't do it again, okay?"

We walked and walked until we reached the entrance of a foot massage parlor.

"You stepped on my toes and they hurt. I need to go in and get them massaged. Do you want to come?"

"Sure, I'm off tomorrow anyway."

We walked into the foot massage parlor. There were five or six foot massage beds lined up in the shop. To my surprise, it was completely full at this hour, with five or six technicians serving customers at the same time.

"Business is so good? Forget it, let's go to another one." I said, starting to walk out.

Just then, a woman rushed out of the shop, looking to be under forty, probably the owner.

"Are you two? We have rooms inside, please follow me." She said, leading the way without further ado.

My wife and I exchanged a glance. We'd done what we were doing, so we followed her.

The owner led us to a private room with three foot massage beds.

"Are you the owner?" I asked.

"Yes, yes, yes." The owner quickly turned on the lights and air conditioning.

"How are the masseuses and customers paired here? Male and female?"

"Hehe, generally yes, but it depends on the customer's needs. Some male customers find the female masseuses too weak and uncomfortable, so they specifically request male masseuses. Some female customers are shy and specifically request female masseuses. Do you have any requirements?"

"Oh, no requirements, male and female is fine." I said casually.

"Okay, just a moment." The owner said, closing the door and leaving.

"Do you come here often? You seem to know a lot about this place," his wife asked, puzzled.

"I used to go to the foot massage parlor with my parents all the time, but I haven't been since I got married."

"Oh, does it hurt?"

"It's okay. You can tell the masseur how much pressure to apply. If it hurts, just ask him to go easy on you. This massage is good for your muscles and blood circulation, and it's good for your sleep."

As we were talking, the proprietress pushed open the door and came in carrying a foot bath basin, followed by a male masseur who looked to be over forty.

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