PWE – Chapter 139

In the kitchen, Xiao Wange was making breakfast for Zhan Zeyan.

Zhan Zeyan stepped over the threshold and looked up at her. “Why are you up so early? It’s cold—you could’ve slept a bit longer.”

Xiao Wange was boiling noodles in the pot, and they happened to be done just then.

She lifted the noodles out of the pot and glanced at him. “I just got up to make you breakfast. Once you’ve eaten and gone out, I’ll go back and sleep a little more.”

That his wife had gotten up so early to make him breakfast—it would be a lie to say he wasn’t touched.

Zhan Zeyan walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Wange, thank you.”

Xiao Wange scooped all the noodles into a large bowl, poured the fried minced meat sauce over them, then glanced sideways at him. “Why thank me? I’m your wife—making you breakfast is perfectly normal, isn’t it?”

She handed the bowl to him. “Hurry and eat. If it’s not enough, I’ll cook more.”

A huge bowl filled to the brim with noodles, generously topped with meat sauce. Zhan Zeyan looked at it, reached out to take it, and said, “It’s enough. A bowl this big is more than enough.”

He walked over to sit by the stove opening and began eating, one mouthful at a time.

While he was eating, Xiao Wange made more than ten flatbreads for him.

She packed the flatbreads together with some of the meat sauce she had prepared earlier into a bundle, then turned to look at him. “Take these with you to eat on the road. That meat sauce can be eaten as a dish or mixed directly with rice.”

Looking at her, Zhan Zeyan felt waves of warmth rising in his heart, so moved that he could hardly contain himself.

He didn’t know what virtue or fortune he had, to have married a wife so capable and yet so good to him and the child.

With a wife like this, he felt that he had no regrets in this life.

After finishing the noodles, Xiao Wange wanted to take the bowls and chopsticks to wash them, but Zhan Zeyan washed them himself.

Once the dishes were done, Zhan Zeyan picked up a cloth to dry his hands, then looked up at her and said, “This time, I’ll do my best to finish the mission as early as possible. Once it’s done, I can come back sooner to be with you and the child.”

Leaving his wife and child at home during the New Year made him feel deeply guilty.

If he could, he truly wanted to stay behind no matter what.

Xiao Wange raised her brows and smiled. “Mm. But no matter what, safety comes first. As long as you’re alive and well, the child and I will have something to look forward to at home.”

“Okay.” Her words warmed his heart again.

He reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, looked deeply at her, then turned and walked out of the kitchen. “I have to go.”

Xiao Wange followed behind him, wanting to say something more. But at this moment, she didn’t know what words could possibly express how she felt.

After he gathered all his things, he quickly walked out through the courtyard gate.

Xiao Wange stood at the gate watching him—watching his figure grow farther and farther away until it disappeared from sight. She frowned, and her eyes suddenly grew a little moist.

She didn’t know when it had begun, but she had started to crave the deep affection between husband and wife, to crave the warmth of a family.

Seeing her husband off on the first day of the Lunar New Year, she felt an uncontrollable sadness.

She wanted, like other families, to spend the New Year laughing and talking together with her husband and child. She wanted, like other wives, to lean into her husband’s arms on the most important holiday of the year and feel the warmth of his body.

She seemed to be becoming more and more like an ordinary woman—almost as if this transmigration had been meant to let her live as a simple mortal…