"Ugh!"

Returning to his little nest, Jiang Fan took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he walked in.

"This definitely isn't my home. I took the wrong turn. Yeah, I took the wrong turn. Tang Wan! We're sworn enemies!"

Just a few days ago, he would return home every day and hadn't noticed how messy it had become. After skipping a day, Jiang Fan didn't even want to step inside. Tang Wan must have returned in the morning, as her clothes were thrown on the sofa, snack bags were scattered on the coffee table, shoes were carelessly tossed by the door, and several unwashed bowls were left on the dining table.

After changing his clothes, Jiang Fan sent a message to Tang Wan.

"Dirty woman, you should only come back when I've calmed down!"

Tang Wan, who was in a meeting, felt embarrassed at the message. She ignored Lin Xuan's continuous calls as her mind was fixated on one thought.

"Oh no! Jiang Fan's cleanliness obsession is acting up."

She considered Jiang Fan's cleanliness a sickness.

This man was too obsessed with cleanliness.

As for Lin Xuan, he wasn't important.

Wearing a mask and rubber gloves, Jiang Fan threw the clothes that needed washing into the washing machine. He folded the dried clothes and placed them in their respective rooms. After washing the dishes, he knelt down and wiped the floor with a cloth.

This stubborn man never used a mop because he found it unclean. He spent half an hour wiping the first and second floors. Lastly, he cleaned Tang Wan's room. When Jiang Fan stood up, he felt like his back was breaking! Looking at Tang Wan's bed, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then pulled off the bedsheets and pillowcases, followed by his own.

He took the clothes out of the washing machine and washed them again in a basin to ensure there was no foam, then threw the bedsheets back into the washing machine. He took out another set of bedding and made the beds in the two bedrooms.

It was almost six o'clock when he finished. Looking at the refreshed bedroom, the living room where the floor tiles could serve as mirrors, and the sofa without a single crease, Jiang Fan smiled.

"This is how a house should be to live comfortably."

At 6:15, Tang Wan opened the door on time. As she opened the door, she saw Jiang Fan sitting on the floor tiles in the living room, staring at her. Tang Wan's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and she said softly,

"Fan, you're home so early today."

"If I didn't come back early, would this house still be livable? Tang Wan, I'm not scolding you, but how can you, an adult, not know how to keep things clean? You live in this pigsty quite comfortably, huh? I finally understand why Mom didn't let you live alone. She was afraid you'd turn yourself into a mud person."

Jiang Fan couldn't help but mock her, but Tang Wan didn't take it to heart. She lifted the bag in her hand, waved it at Jiang Fan, and said with a grin,

"Don't be angry~ I brought you some delicious food. Wait for me! I'll start cooking now!"

Seeing Tang Wan heading towards the kitchen, Jiang Fan rushed towards her like a cheetah. He was too fast and couldn't stop, pinning Tang Wan against the kitchen door. At this moment, Jiang Fan's lips were only a fraction of an inch away from Tang Wan's nose.

Tang Wan froze, then lightly pecked Jiang Fan's cheek.

Jiang Fan was caught off guard. He stepped back, wiped his face, and said with disgust,

"Why did you suddenly do that? You… ugh… I…"

As he spoke, he moved away. Tang Wan's sudden attack had caught Jiang Fan off guard. Jiang Fan, who was usually eloquent, suddenly became tongue-tied. Tang Wan squinted and looked up at Jiang Fan from below. Jiang Fan's face instantly turned red. He pushed Tang Wan to go change her clothes and not mess around here, then he walked into the kitchen.

Then, Tang Wan in the living room heard Jiang Fan's laughter in the kitchen. She muttered about his silly behavior, then walked to the clothes hanger near the door, took out his wallet from Jiang Fan's clothes, and quietly stuffed two thousand yuan into it.

Tang Wan understood Jiang Fan. He would never touch the money in the drawer. The money he returned was just said in anger, but he took it seriously. He was willing to spend money on matters, but he was very strict with himself. Tang Wan didn't want Jiang Fan to be like this. She gave him two thousand yuan for emergencies. He didn't understand online payments.

Sigh! He's so clumsy.

Less than ten minutes later, Tang Wan called out from the second floor in a sweet voice,

"Jiang Fan, where are my pajamas?"

Jiang Fan replied from the kitchen, wearing an apron and holding a spatula,

"Left wardrobe."

"Jiang Fan, where is my underwear?"

"Middle drawer on the right."

"Jiang Fan…"

"Under the towel in the bathroom on the second floor."

Tang Wan understood Jiang Fan, and Jiang Fan understood Tang Wan.

Tang Wan found her hair tie under the towel in the bathroom on the second floor. She wore her pajamas and slippers, ran into the kitchen, put her hands behind her back, tiptoed slightly, and looked at the dishes in the pot. She muttered to herself, "Add some chili, add some chili." Seeing that Jiang Fan didn't react, she grabbed a handful of dried chili and threw it into the pot. Suddenly, the kitchen became unbearable to stay in.

At the sink, Jiang Fan held Tang Wan's hand to wash it. Tang Wan was tearing up. This silly person had rubbed her eyes with her chili-covered hand. Now, she was constantly whining in pain. After washing her hands, Jiang Fan told her she could wash her face.

As for the dish with chili, Jiang Fan threw it away. Although it was somewhat wasteful, he couldn't eat spicy food, and Tang Wan loved eating spicy food despite being bad at it. She would suffer after eating it.

There was only one dish and one soup for dinner. Tang Wan didn't dare to be picky. Her eyes were still slightly red. While eating, Jiang Fan told Tang Wan about Ji Jing's matter. After hearing this, the young lady was very puzzled.

"Is there such a family? The son is the son, and the daughter is just a tool to earn money? Does this kind of family that values sons over daughters still exist?"

Jiang Fan sighed as he held his rice bowl.

"Not just exist, but there are many of them, including in my hometown. Take my aunt as an example. You probably haven't met her. She has four daughters, all for the sake of having a boy. My second uncle's family has two daughters, and finally, they had a boy. My cousin isn't very competent. Instead of stealing something valuable, he stole a fire extinguisher. In the end, my second uncle sold seven cows and was sentenced to two years in prison. Sigh! My two cousins supported him with his daily expenses. He doesn't ask for money, but they even sent him a phone. I think girls are great. They know how to care for their families. Boys, on the other hand, might forget their parents after marriage."

"No! It's a personal issue, not related to marriage. After we get married, I'll care more about Mom and Dad than you do. To put it bluntly, it's all about money. Money can solve many family conflicts, but without it, even breathing seems wrong. Are you planning to help this Ji Jing? Jiang Fan, do you still feel like you don't have enough romantic entanglements?"

As she spoke, Tang Wan placed a piece of pork belly in Jiang Fan's bowl. Jiang Fan, with his mouth full of rice, mumbled,

"Where do I have any romantic entanglements? Don't say that nonsense."

"Doesn't Su Qing count?"

"Don't mention her. We fought at the company today."

Pfft!

Tang Wan couldn't help but laugh at Jiang Fan's annoyed expression. She didn't dwell on this matter too much. She had never blamed Jiang Fan for Su Qing's excessive concern for him. It's just talk. Excellent men will inevitably encounter such pursuers, and it's inevitable and unavoidable.

After finishing a bowl of rice, Jiang Fan put down his bowl, filled a bowl of soup, and sighed.

"I want to help Ji Jing. We have a good relationship at the company. Her life hasn't been easy, and if she comes to the company and loses her job, her life might lose all hope. I can't save everyone in the world, but when someone close to me is in trouble, I can't help but want to lend a hand."

"Oh!"

"You don't object?"

"Why should I object? That's just your personality. If I object, you won't listen. Why go looking for that trouble? Now that we live under the same roof, or even in the past few years, I have never restricted your freedom too much. I feel that when two people live together, there's no need to force one person to live according to the other person's life, whether it's acquaintanceship, romance, or cohabitation. Aren't two people supposed to be mutual?"

"Rarely do I hear such sensible words from you!"

Tang Wan smirked, acting like she wouldn't hold it against him. After the meal, Tang Wan voluntarily helped with the dishes.

The two stood by the sink, with Tang Wan washing the dishes and Jiang Fan drying them.

"Jiang Fan."

"Oh."

"Jiang Fan."

"Hmm."

"..."

"Jiang Fan."

"I'm not blind!!!"

Every time Tang Wan washed a dish and handed it to Jiang Fan, she would call his name. After a few calls, Jiang Fan started to protest. This time, Tang Wan just said "oh," but the result was the same.

"Jiang Fan..."

"..."

"Jiang Fan..."

"..."

Even if Jiang Fan didn't respond, she would still call his name.

In the evening, while Jiang Fan was showering, he looked at his back in the mirror. The wound was starting to heal. When he returned to the bed and was studying the background story of Devil May Cry 4 with a pillow, Tang Wan pushed the pillow onto the tatami mat and, within a minute, came over with a quilt.

"Move over a bit... I don't like the color of the new bedsheets. I'll sleep here tonight."

"Then I'll go to your room."

As he finished speaking, Jiang Fan was about to get up, but Tang Wan, lying on the tatami mat bed, said softly,

"I have a cleanliness fetish."

Jiang Fan immediately got angry.

"I despise that!"