Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming

Fortunately, the foreigners who had been blocking the way for a long time didn’t see anyone when they knocked on the door, and seeing no lights in the house from downstairs, they had to leave, rather displeased.

After Bai Xiao had finished applying acupuncture on Li Jiao, the dinner party outside had already dispersed.

Hu Biao and his wife had already gone home with their child, leaving only An Zhiyuan and Director Zhang sitting there, watching television and chatting about something.

Seeing Bai Xiao come out, An Zhiyuan also took his leave.

The two returned to their own home, and Bai Xiao sighed, collapsing onto the sofa. Their sofa was one of those spring sofas, not one of those newer style sofas, but rather an old-fashioned, cumbersome one. Yet, such sofas were absolutely sturdy and durable, plus they had good elasticity.

An Zhiyuan watched as the orange light fell from above, enveloping her slender body and casting a crisscrossing shadow on the sofa’s edge and even onto the floor.

"Why do those foreign experts keep hovering around you?"

After heating some water for her to wash her feet, Bai Xiao had big habits—not exactly germaphobic, but she needed to wash her face and feet every day, and sometimes bathe, although she mostly bathed at the hospital since it was not convenient at home. An Zhiyuan was recently considering installing a shower in Bai Xiao’s bathroom at home, but it was difficult to find the right setup locally, mostly gas water heaters which seemed unsafe and prone to gas poisoning.