Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2124: Chapter 2123: Maybe It’s Just Bad Luck

Wen Jin steadied himself, placed the laptop on the blanket in front of Jing Xiaocha, who was sitting on the hospital bed, and said gently, "Try to see if the voice recognition works."

Jing Xiaocha nodded softly.

Her heartbeat hadn’t calmed down from the chaotic moment just now, but instinctively she reached out her left hand to steady the laptop.

Watching Wen Jin leave the hospital room to take a call, Jing Xiaocha let out a long breath.

She didn’t know if it was her illusion, but the atmosphere just now seemed a bit off. If it weren’t for the sudden phone call, would Brother Wen have done something to her?

Thinking about this, she immediately shook her head.

Dispelling certain romantic notions, how could it be possible? Brother Wen likes Sister Ou; he wouldn’t want to do anything to her.

It must be because Brother Wen is too good to her, leading her to overthink things.

Jing Xiaocha, wake up, stop being self-indulgent.

After warning herself twice, Wen Ran slid down a bit, adjusting her posture.

The left hand was inconvenient after all, even using the touchscreen felt clumsy.

Opening a document, Jing Xiaocha first glanced over the previous plot, then brewed over the next content for two minutes, seeing Wen Jin hadn’t returned yet.

She tried saying a sentence with the voice feature.

Perhaps because it was the beginning and she wasn’t used to it, in a sentence with just ten characters, four characters were incorrect.

They weren’t homophones; it was a recognition error.

Jing Xiaocha frowned in frustration, she had never used voice typing before, so she wasn’t familiar with this voice typing software.

It was just like when she first learned the Wubi input method: not only slow but frequently mistaken.

She said two more sentences, and still, each sentence had misspelled characters.

Looking at the words on the screen, Jing Xiaocha felt a tinge of dejection, as her left hand clumsily moved the mouse cursor to correct the misspellings.

When she normally used Wubi typing, not to mention touch typing without looking at the keyboard, she didn’t even have to think about the root alphabet, but now typing with one hand was completely different.

She had to remember the root alphabet and find it on the keyboard, which was manageable.

The most exasperating part was that when breaking down the root alphabet character by character, some she couldn’t even remember.

She needed to think to recall them.

If her right arm didn’t heal and she could only type at a snail’s pace, she would drive herself crazy.

It seemed impractical to type with one hand.

Practicing voice recognition might be faster after all.

After comparison, Jing Xiaocha chose voice again, trying to slow down her pace, enunciating each word as clearly and precisely as possible.

Outside in the corridor, after finishing the call, Wen Jin didn’t immediately return to the room.

Instead, he stood outside the room, quietly listening to Jing Xiaocha practicing voice typing. Her speech was slow, but gentle and soft, particularly pleasant to hear.

Standing outside the ward for about two minutes, Wen Jin then raised his hand to push open the door.

Upon hearing the door open, Jing Xiaocha on the hospital bed immediately stopped using her voice, a gentle frown on her delicate brow, lips lightly pressed as she looked at the laptop.

Her left hand moved the cursor to correct the misspellings.

"How’s the voice typing going?" Wen Jin pretended not to know the repetition of her words just now, smiling gently.

Jing Xiaocha shook her head, "Maybe it’s my bad luck; there are always misspellings in a sentence. Didn’t you say names are easy to misspell, Brother Wen? But why are whole sentences and phrases also prone to mistakes?"

Wen Jin was amused by her self-deprecating words.

With a low chuckle, he walked over to the bed, reaching out to take the laptop placed on her lap, Jing Xiaocha opened her mouth to stop him.

But in the end, she didn’t restrict him from looking.

It was just that her expression was somewhat unnatural, and while it wasn’t anything secretive she’d written, no one had ever seen it like this before.

Oddly enough, when she sent her outline and the first 30,000 words for editorial review, it didn’t feel embarrassing, and even when uploaded online for readers to see, it made her happy to know people liked it.

Perhaps it was because Wen Jin wasn’t in the same industry, nor was he a reader.

Or maybe, it was because in her novels, each female protagonist somewhat resembled her...

Wen Jin was unaware of Jing Xiaocha’s inner conflict as he took the laptop and seriously checked her misspellings. Unlike Jing Xiaocha’s clumsy left hand, he fluidly corrected the mistakes on the keyboard with both hands swiftly.

He smiled gently at her, "I’ve corrected the misspellings for you. The reason you’re making mistakes now is that you’re not yet proficient; practice a bit more, and it will be fine. If it’s really not working out, do what I said earlier: you read, and I’ll help input."

"No, I’d rather practice with voice recognition."

Jing Xiaocha decided to persevere with the voice software.

Wen Jin nodded with a smile, "Alright, practice for two days."

"Brother Wen, you should go downstairs to keep Sister Ou company; I’ll practice on my own."

Jing Xiaocha looked at Wen Jin with a sheepish smile, not wanting him to sit there watching her.

Understanding her intention, Wen Jin glanced at the time on his wrist, saying gently, "You practice on your own. I’ll come back later, and if anything comes up, give me a call."

"I’m fine, Brother Wen. You don’t need to come back tonight; go home early to rest."

Jing Xiaocha’s words brought a slight shadow over Wen Jin’s expression, "Do you really not want to see me that much?"

"No, no, it’s not that. You’ve worked all day, you must be tired, and with this cold weather, head home early to rest. There’s no need to come up here."

Jing Xiaocha waved her hands and shook her head in explanation.

How could she not want to see Brother Wen? Deep down, she wished he would stay a bit longer with her.

But now, she needed to practice using voice software, and she couldn’t let Brother Wen stay there.

Moreover, Sister Ou needed Brother Wen’s care and company more.

Seeing her eager explanation to avoid misunderstandings, Wen Jin smiled again, "I’ll come up later to check your progress. You don’t need to correct any misspellings; you’re too slow at correcting them with one hand. I’ll give you an hour."

The underlying implication being, within an hour, as many words as she could type, but after an hour, she was not allowed to work anymore.

"Alright."

Jing Xiaocha reluctantly agreed, secretly wanting to protest that an hour wasn’t enough.

Wen Jin noticed her insincerity but added, "Originally, you were supposed to rest well these days. I’m making an exception giving you an hour of working time a day."

"I understand, Brother Wen."

Jing Xiaocha acted like a well-behaved child.

Wen Jin’s tone softened further, "Alright, as long as you know, being obedient makes for a good child."

He placed the laptop back on her blanket, his large hand gently patting her head like soothing a pet before withdrawing, "If you can’t endure the hour and feel tired, don’t push yourself."