Switched Marriage: The Coddled Little Wife

He hurriedly placed the container on the windowsill, taking out his keys to open the dormitory door.

“Why did you come? Get inside quickly.”

His fingers trembled, and accidentally, the key fell to the ground.

Qin Yang bent down to pick up the key and continued fumbling, only to hear a soft chuckle behind him.

He turned his head and softly called out, “Wife…”

Lin Chuxia didn’t respond to him, waiting for him to unlock the door, then stepped inside the dormitory with her suitcase ahead of him.

Qin Yang brought the food container in and followed her.

The dorm was cozy, with centralized heating. Upon entering the room, all the frost in her hair melted and clung damply to her forehead.

Qin Yang put the food container on the table, took off his coat haphazardly, and threw it over a nearby chair, his voice still quavering as he spoke.

“Why did you come? It’s so cold, you must be frozen.”

He tried to reach out to help her take off the scarf, suddenly realizing a grave issue—his right arm was in a sling across his chest, and, feeling guilty, he withdrew his hand.

Lin Chuxia had already reined in the smile on her face, calmly removing her scarf, “Don’t you know why I’m here? You didn’t reply to several letters I sent, how would I know if you can’t come back or just don’t want to?”

Her gaze fell upon Qin Yang’s sling, and he felt even guiltier.

“It’s just a minor injury; it’s almost healed. I planned to write back to you once I was better, I didn’t expect…”

He didn’t expect that just because he hadn’t replied, she would travel thousands of miles in the harsh cold to find him.

Qin Yang was indescribably moved; he thought Lin Chuxia wouldn’t care about this.

During the two times they spent together, Qin Yang felt that she was exceptionally mature and rational.

If he had known, he would have replied to her no matter what.

Seeing her drenched shoes, Qin Yang tugged her to sit on the bed, “Hurry and take off your shoes. It’s bad to wear wet cotton shoes, they could give you frostbite. Are your feet cold?”

Lin Chuxia felt suddenly aggrieved, “I’m frozen, almost didn’t know anything anymore.”

She wasn’t here to reproach him; she felt relieved seeing he was safe, even with one arm in a sling.

Qin Yang crouched down and helped her off with her cotton shoes; her socks were already wet. He pulled off the socks, revealing two little feet, red from the cold.

Lin Chuxia’s skin was naturally delicate and fair, leaving marks from a gentle pinch; now they were a bright red, and to the touch still chilly.

Especially the little toe, translucent red, looking almost frostbitten, Qin Yang’s eyes filled with distress, and his guilt intensified.

Without saying another word, he sat next to her, lifting his clothes to tuck her feet into his embrace.

“Hey… no, it’s too cold, it will freeze you.”

Lin Chuxia still cared about him, but it wasn’t so easy to retract her feet.

The man held them tightly, “It’s okay, there are layers in between, don’t move, it will be warm in a moment.”

Lin Chuxia saw the anxious and worried look in his eyes, gave up struggling, and her heart throbbed fiercely.

This man truly cared for her, and—he loved her.

The word ’love’ surfaced in her mind, and Lin Chuxia also paused.

In two lifetimes, she went through two marriages, yet she knew, she had never loved anyone.