Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 58: Indulgence

"It’s fine. I’ll just wait here. When Qingya wakes up, I have something to talk to her about."

She was determined to learn a few tricks from the young woman.

Even if Qingya just casually shared a few tips on how to attract men, it would be much better than her fumbling around in the dark.

Xiao Yang looked troubled.

"But..."

He trailed off, knowing that once this Aunt Fang made up her mind, it was very difficult to change it.

"But what? Is she going to sleep until nightfall?"

Aunt Fang retorted.

She had never seen a couple stick together for two days and a night without separating.

Xiao Yang opened his mouth, but he swallowed whatever he was about to say, his face turning bright red.

He couldn’t disobey his sister-in-law’s orders.

She had told him not to say anything before they called the police.

He also couldn’t convince Aunt Fang to leave, so he could only sit by the door and wait with her.

He tried multiple times to persuade Aunt Fang to go home and rest.

But she wouldn’t budge, so he had no choice but to accompany her and wait patiently.

Wen Xiuxiu was causing trouble everywhere, not giving anyone a moment of peace.

In the temporary holding area, she was raising a huge ruckus.

The young woman tirelessly sought all sorts of ways to get attention.

Even the hotel attendants were getting a massive headache from her antics. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Faced with such a difficult situation, the staff felt a bit overwhelmed.

They waited just like that, until the sun went down.

The setting sun gradually bathed the land in its light.

Aunt Fang went back once to take care of her kids, and while mending a shoe insole on her doorstep, she accidentally dozed off. When she looked up, the Fei Family’s door was still shut tight.

"Xiao Yang, you can keep waiting here for your regiment commander and the others. I can’t wait any longer. I’m going home to make dinner."

At that moment, Fang Huihui’s heart was filled with envy.

’How on earth does Xiao Fei do it?’

’No way. We eat the same food and do the same training. My husband needs to step up his game too.’

Fang Huihui pulled a handful of chives from her vegetable garden.

After getting home, she hurriedly started making dumplings with an egg and chive filling.

Night fell.

As moonlight filtered through the treetops and illuminated the courtyard, a sound finally came from inside.

Fei Jin, half-naked, pushed open the bedroom door.

He carried a basin of warm bathwater into the room, a towel draped over his shoulder.

The water temperature was just right, making one feel comfortable.

A light steam filled the room.

A short while later.

Fei Jin came out.

Only, his back, which was already covered in red marks, now bore several new ones. The marks from last night had yet to fully fade.

The man was all smiles, seemingly feeling no pain, and slipped back into the kitchen to start busily preparing dinner.

His movements were practiced and swift, showing he was completely at ease with cooking.

Before long, Fei Jin returned to the room carrying a box filled with dishes and rice.

The box was still steaming, looking especially tempting.

He had also prepared a spoon, chopsticks, and an enamel mug for water, laying everything out neatly.

Such thoughtfulness and care couldn’t help but send a wave of warmth through Song Qingya’s heart.

Being doted on like this finally cheered up the woman in the room, and her temper softened considerably.

Song Qingya’s expression looked much better than before.

Song Qingya rubbed her lower back and slowly sat up, but she was still holding a grudge about last night.

She said coquettishly, "I can’t get up. You feed me."

Her voice carried a trace of laziness and playful complaint.

"Alright."

Fei Jin knew he had really worn her out last night, so he sat down very patiently.

He picked up the spoon, gently scooped up a mouthful of rice, and brought it to her lips.

Song Qingya opened her mouth to accept it and chewed slowly.

"Is it good?"

Fei Jin asked with concern.

"It’s still a little bit worse than mine."

"Of course it is."

Song Qingya huffed lightly, the corners of her lips turning up in a confident and smug smile.

She had spoken without a trace of modesty.

’This is a top-tier cooking skill that I spent a ton of points to get. Of course it’s going to be extraordinary!’

’To get this ability, I had to painstakingly save up points for a long time. I didn’t even unlock access to the Spiritual Spring I’ve been wanting.’

’The feeling was as agonizing as staring at a table full of delicious food on an empty stomach and not being allowed to touch it.’

’How many points do I have now?’

She silently recited in her mind—

’I’ve been working overtime these past few days, without even a moment to rest. There should be some kind of reward, right?’

An ice-cold voice sounded in her mind—

[Query complete.]

[Host: Song Qingya]

[Points +700, Favourability +30, Relationship Repair Progress 40%]

’Seven hundred points...’

’That’s a pretty big increase.’

"Sev..."

She muttered the number under her breath.

That voice, that tone... it was as if she’d heard it somewhere before.

Suddenly, she remembered.

She remembered being curled up at the head of the bed by herself, head down, muttering all night, almost on the verge of tears.

"Fei Jin... you bastard... This is the seventh time! The drug wore off long ago, so why do you keep taking advantage of me?!"

Then, the next second, his lips were on hers, and she couldn’t say another word.

Recalling this scene now, Song Qingya’s face flushed slightly.

As she was lost in thought, Fei Jin’s gentle and steady voice sounded by her ear—

"Qingya, how were you so careless while eating? You’re coughing so hard."

She looked up and saw the tall, upright man standing beside her.

He was holding a tissue in one hand and patting her on the back with the other.

Song Qingya had choked on the rice soup she had just drunk and was coughing nonstop.

She shot him a sideways glance, her face slightly lowered, but she deliberately made her point, her tone carrying a hint of playful blame.

"It’s all your fault!"

"Alright, alright, it’s all my fault."

Fei Jin’s tone was incredibly doting as he gently soothed her and continued to pat her back.

"Eat slowly. No one’s going to steal the food from your bowl."

After watching her finish the meal he had made, Fei Jin reached out and stroked her hair.

He had been far too careless last night.

He hadn’t expected Wen Xiuxiu to actually dare to drug him and barge into his room.

If Qingya hadn’t brought Xiao Yang in time...

The consequences would have been unthinkable.

Fei Jin was very confident in his self-control.

If it had been anyone else, even if he were drugged, he would have sooner cut his own arm to stay lucid and leave the scene immediately.

But when it came to Song Qingya, he would lose all reason.

However, the outcome would have still been different.

Everyone would have seen Wen Xiuxiu walking out of his room, her clothes a mess.

At that point, any explanation would have been useless.

This uniform would have been stained by it.

But on that night, just as he was about to cut himself, he heard Song Qingya’s voice.

Fei Jin’s heart was filled with gratitude.

"Thank you, Qingya."

Through this experience of fighting side-by-side, the two of them had grown closer.

Hearing him say "thank you," Song Qingya froze for a moment.

Then she snuggled tightly into his warm embrace.

She reached out with her slender, delicate hand and touched the man’s forehead.

"You really are strange," she said, her tone a mix of reproach and adoration.

"I’m your wife. Why are you talking about ’thank you’ or not at a time like this? Doesn’t that make us seem like strangers?"

Her possessiveness had always been strong.