After the original host got married, the bicycle became a special ride for Lin Baoshan. He rode it wherever he went, and he also took the original host to work.

Today, Yuan Chun took back the bicycle key and rode it to work herself, not caring at all how Lin Baoshan would get there.

When Lin Baoshan finished washing the dishes and came out, Yuan Chun had already left.

The bicycle was gone too.

Lin Baoshan’s face turned livid with anger.

In the morning, getting to work early was still possible, but he had only an hour and a half break at noon. Walking back and forth, eating, and getting food... there simply wasn’t enough time.

Lin Baoshan was late for work in the afternoon, and Ms. Zhao, who came to the workshop to assess a few new employees, happened to see him and criticized him on the spot.

At night, when Yuan Chun came home, she was met with Lin Baoshan’s gloomy face again.

Lin Baoshan said, "Yuan Chun, why didn’t you wait for me to go to work this afternoon? I was late and got caught by Mr. Zhao."

With a snap.

Yuan Chun slapped him and sneered, "You being late, what does it have to do with me?"

She had a mocking expression, "Before marriage, our food ration accounts were both at the factory, and we ate in the factory canteen at noon, so we didn’t need to go back and forth to cook."

"After marriage, it was you who said you didn’t like the factory canteen food, and you insisted on transferring our food ration account to the district office, making me go home every noon to cook for you. After eating, I have to wash the dishes and pots. Sometimes when there’s not enough time, you would just leave without waiting for me, forcing me to trot to work. But now, when it’s your turn, you complain there’s not enough time? And you dare blame me for being late?"

Slap slap slap...

She slapped him a few more times, cursing, "I respect you, and you really think I’m easy to bully, huh? You freeloading man, I take care of your food, drinks, and lodging, and yet you dare raise your voice at me."

"Sun Yuanchun, stop it, you shrew..."

Lin Baoshan angrily raised his hand, intending to slap back, but Yuan Chun kicked him away, "What, you still want to hit me, a pregnant woman? You thankless wretch, I’m supporting you, yet you want to hit me."

Slap slap slap slap...

Grabbing him, she gave him a few more slaps on both cheeks.

It hurt her palms.

In the System Space, 007 watched with great pleasure, applauding and cheering her on, "Host, hit hard, this kind of scumbag deserves to be beaten."

"Host, this is the most satisfying time you’ve hit a scumbag since you started doing tasks."

Lin Baoshan lay on the ground, covering his burning hot face, glaring at her angrily, "Sun Yuanchun, can we still live this life? I was talking to you nicely, and you attacked me. Sun Yuanchun, you’ve changed, you’ve changed so much that I almost don’t recognize you. You used to be gentle, virtuous, hardworking and lovely, were you just pretending before?"

"Damn you, why don’t you pretend one for me?"

Yuan Chun walked over and kicked his stomach, "I’ve served you, this master, for half a year, and you dare say I was pretending? Why don’t you pretend for me? Get up quickly and cook, I want fried eggs."

Lin Baoshan was hurting all over and really didn’t want to go, but under Yuan Chun’s cold stare, he didn’t dare not to go.

When he finished cooking and brought it to the table, Yuan Chun walked to the table and, with a slap, whacked his face hard, "You useless thing, I asked you to fry eggs, and you burnt them, wasting my ingredients."

"Sun Yuanchun, you..."

Yuan Chun sat down, lazily glaring at him, "What do you mean ’you’, hurry up and go fry two more eggs, if you burn them again, I’ll punish you by not letting you have dinner tonight."