Reborn on My Wedding Night: This Time, I Won't Fail My Soldier Husband
Ever since she returned from the hospital, Bai Yue had been much colder toward Wang Xiaohai and no longer kept him on a string.
It was hard to tell if she had finally found a conscience or if she had set her sights on a new target.
Yang Jinhua would say that Wang Xiaohai was just a lecher, claiming he only started paying attention to her because she had lost weight and become prettier.
In reality, most of her anger had long since dissipated.
Dong Shuyao was truly impressed by Yang Jinhua; she had said she wanted to lose weight, and in three months, she had dropped forty pounds.
Now, she was far from being considered chubby; one could even describe her as having a curvy, delicate, and graceful figure.
Her naturally cute face looked even more adorable, and she seemed five or six years younger, with none of the exhaustion typical of a housewife.
She had also followed Dong Shuyao's advice and cut bangs, which made her big eyes sparkle on her baby face—she was the picture of cuteness.
Perhaps Wang Xiaohai's growing interest in Yang Jinhua was indeed sparked by her physical transformation.
But there was certainly an element of Wang Xiaohai actually liking Yang Jinhua all along, even if he was unwilling to admit it.
The desire for food and sex is human nature, after all.
When he first married Yang Jinhua, he had been depressed because his comrades teased him about marrying such a heavy wife, warning him to be careful not to break the bed frame.
Then there were the gossiping busybodies constantly stirring the pot, saying Yang Jinhua wasn't good enough for him.
With a top-tier beauty like Bai Yue flirting with him, he had been desperate to prove that his taste was actually for someone like her.
When Bai Yue was in the hospital last time, he seemed to mention that taking care of her was a favor for someone else.
Wang Xiaohai set down the sewing machine and wiped the sweat from his face: "Sister-in-law, you actually know how to make clothes?"
That is truly amazing!
Dong Shuyao didn't answer his question, instead asking him: "You said last time that you were taking care of Bai Yue as a favor to someone. Whose favor was it?"
"Bai Shuo, of course! Bai Yue's..."
He had only managed to spit out a few words before his face turned pale and he clamped his mouth shut: "Sister-in-law, are you trying to trick me into talking?"