Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2126: Chapter 2125: A Beautiful Time for Two

Jing Xiaocha leaned against Wen Jin’s arms, surrounded by a faint mint scent and a masculine aura.

Her mind began to feel drowsy, and even her ability to think seemed to diminish.

As a result, she didn’t hear Wen Jin’s words at all.

Wen Jin waited for two seconds without hearing her response, and curiously looked down at her, noticing that she seemed lost in thought, not knowing what she was pondering. His gaze flickered slightly.

"Xiaocha?"

He softly called out once more.

This time, perhaps because they were too close, his warm breath sprayed onto her cheeks as he spoke, pulling Jing Xiaocha’s wandering thoughts back.

Blinking her eyes blankly, "Brother Wen, what did you say?"

"What are you daydreaming about?"

Wen Jin answered her question with a question, finding her dazed look very cute.

Jing Xiaocha disguised with a smile, could she possibly say that she was just thinking about him, "Nothing."

"What do you mean nothing, haven’t you taken a few minutes break in the past hour?"

Wen Jin repeated the previous question.

Jing Xiaocha’s eyes flickered, as if afraid that Wen Jin would blame her, she immediately explained, "My speaking speed is very slow, so I don’t need to take a break."

"How slow is it?"

Wen Jin slightly furrowed his brows, thinking that he shouldn’t give her an hour next time.

Jing Xiaocha was embarrassed to say her speed, "In this hour, I only voiced out two thousand words."

"Starting at two thousand words per hour is already not slow. Did you correct any typos?"

Wen Jin turned to glance at the notebook on the small table.

Then continued to look at Jing Xiaocha.

Jing Xiaocha shook her head, "No corrections, if I corrected typos along the way, I’d surely slow down to a thousand words per hour."

Wen Jin let out a light laugh, feeling pleased that she was finally being a bit obedient, a smile tugging at his lips, "I’ll help you correct them in a while."

"Brother Wen, you don’t need to help me, I’ll correct them myself later. You won’t understand those typos."

Jing Xiaocha hurriedly refused.

Ignoring her refusal, Wen Jin changed the subject, "Are your legs still numb?"

Jing Xiaocha pursed her lips, gently trying to move her leg, but immediately frowned.

"If they’re still numb, don’t move, just wait a little longer." Wen Jin saw this and gently stopped her.

"..."

Jing Xiaocha furrowed her delicate brows, and after two seconds, moved her leg slightly again. Although it was uncomfortable, she endured it with all her might, lying down slowly with Wen Jin’s assistance.

"Do you want the headboard lowered?"

After covering her with a quilt, Wen Jin asked gently.

"No need."

Only then did Wen Jin sit back in the chair, taking her notebook to seriously correct the typos for her.

Jing Xiaocha knew that nothing she said would stop Wen Jin, so she could only quietly watch as he looked at her manuscript word by word, correcting the typos.

The soft light filled every corner of the ward, illuminating Jing Xiaocha’s delicate brows on the hospital bed, and also highlighting Wen Jin’s handsome features in the chair.

The atmosphere was warm and peaceful, with a beauty resembling tranquil years.

Wen Jin read very carefully.

Jing Xiaocha had just tried a few sentences earlier, and it was relatively easy for him to correct.

But now, Jing Xiaocha had voiced two thousand words, and some typos were not homophones but recognition errors, causing the whole sentence to become incoherent.

He had to read two sentences together to speculate on what the typo actually was, which naturally slowed down his pace.

But from start to finish, Wen Jin showed no impatience, his expression remained gentle, and amidst Jing Xiaocha’s novel’s text, it seemed he could faintly see her shadow.

Especially the character of the heroine.

Wen Jin, who had never read novels before, actually became interested in Jing Xiaocha’s novel, with an urge to read everything she had written.

Time slipped away as he watched the notebook screen, and Jing Xiaocha watched him, a minute at a time. When Wen Jin looked up, twenty minutes had already passed.

Looking down for too long, his neck felt slightly uncomfortable, and he gently twisted it. Jing Xiaocha, on the hospital bed, asked with concern, "Brother Wen, is your neck sore?"

"It’s fine." Wen Ran responded with a slight smile, and gently said, "I’ve fixed all the typos for you, should we update it to the website now?"

"Brother Wen, I have a bit of a stockpile. I already scheduled the posts for the last couple of days. I’ll upload this Chapter to the backend and save it for now."

"Alright."

Wen Jin responded lightly, then lowered his head to operate the notebook.

Jing Xiaocha’s eyes flashed with a hint of confusion, seeing him open her favorite website and entering the backend, she looked up inquiringly with her eyes about the password.

Her gaze flickered, "Brother Wen, give me the notebook."

"Tell me the password."

Wen Jin had no intention of giving her the notebook, knowing her arm injury wouldn’t heal in a short period. For now, an hour of voice typing a day was his limit.

The rest, he decided to do for her.

Hence, he asked for the password.

Yet, Jing Xiaocha was unwilling to tell him, "Are you afraid I’ll see your backend or how much royalty you’ve earned?"

Wen Jin’s lips curved into an amused arc, his eyes smiling at Jing Xiaocha.

"No."

Jing Xiaocha raised her uninjured left hand, brushing aside a wisp of stray hair, hesitated for a few seconds, then somewhat awkwardly uttered her password.

Three letters plus a string of digits.

Hearing her password, Wen Jin’s heart moved slightly.

A trace of light flickered in his eyes, realizing she was reluctant because the password was his birthday, and those letters were his surname’s pinyin.

His heartstrings seemed to be lightly plucked, spreading an indescribable emotion.

Wen Jin deeply looked at Jing Xiaocha, who appeared a bit unnatural. She wasn’t looking at him but down at the quilt.

After gazing at her for a few seconds, Wen Jin adeptly entered the password, accessing her author backend, and after a brief browse, managed to figure out the operations.

He stored the Chapter she had just written in the drafts box, and indeed found two days’ worth of scheduled Chapters inside.

Wen Jin browsed through the backend once more, clicking into each function, "How many words do you update every day?"

Jing Xiaocha was initially a bit embarrassed, afraid Wen Jin would ask why she used his birthday as a password.

Thinking about how she’d answer if he asked, Wen Jin didn’t question her, and she blinked blankly, then promptly answered that she updated four thousand words daily.

After pondering for a moment, Wen Jin said, "You have two days’ worth of stock, if your speed picks up, four thousand words daily is not a problem. If not, you could rest on weekends. Or take a month’s leave, and continue after your arm heals."

"Brother Wen, I don’t want to take a leave, I can write four thousand words every day."

Jing Xiaocha said softly. Since the day she started writing, she felt missing something if she didn’t update daily, only when it’s finished can she rest at ease.

"Let’s see how it goes in a few days."

Wen Jin knew she genuinely loved writing novels, so he backed down another step.