Husband, Save Me

It was the weekend again.

"Today's lovely weather, and it's the weekend too." Ye Shuang shook out the clothes he was about to hang up to dry. After finishing, his gaze fell on the remaining laundry in the bucket.

He bent down and picked it up—a pair of pure white panties.

[Item: Pure White Panties

Freshly spun, still carrying the scent of laundry detergent. Usable.]

He had reminded that girl to wash her undergarments separately, yet she’d tossed them into the washing machine with everything else.

"There’s a hole." Ye Shuang noticed the small tear, about the size of a fingertip. Come to think of it, Bai Yuyou probably never bought herself new underwear, did she?

Though the panties were plain white, they were still clean and well-washed.

Perfect. This weekend, he’d take Bai Yuyou shopping for new underwear.

Just then, he felt a tug on his sleeve. Turning, he found Bai Yuyou standing beside him, her face expressionless as she stared at him.

"What’s up?" Ye Shuang started, then froze—he’d been standing there holding her panties like some kind of pervert.

Silently, he hung them up and feigned nonchalance. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

He hoped to brush it off.

"Ye Shuang."

"Hm?"

"Do you like my panties?"

"Cough—" Ye Shuang choked, then sighed and apologized. "I zoned out for a second. Sorry."

Bai Yuyou shook her head lightly, then lifted her nightdress slightly. "Do you want to see more?"

"Here."

"No need." Ye Shuang felt like he’d been misunderstood, but those legs… The waistband was indeed stark white, almost blindingly pale. The guilt weighed heavier on him.

To change the subject, he asked, "Yuyou, how about I take you underwear shopping today?"

"Okay," Bai Yuyou agreed.

Ye Shuang suddenly thought of something. "Should we invite Keke?"

Bai Yuyou immediately shook her head.

This weekend, she wanted to be alone with Ye Shuang. If Keke came, his attention would be divided.

"Alright." Ye Shuang had only asked casually.

After feeding the cat, Wan, some kibble and medicine, he took the girl out.

Their neighborhood was old, far from upscale, so parking was cheap—Ye Shuang’s car was parked right by the building entrance, just steps away.

As he started the engine, Bai Yuyou already sat in the passenger seat. Just as he shifted gears, his phone buzzed.

A glance showed a message from Chen Qin.

Chen Qin: Your girl’s back! Come pick me up at the airport!

Ye Shuang paused, then replied—

Ye Shuang: Weren’t you abroad?

Chen Qin: Made time to fly back. Leaving tonight. Can’t make your actual birthday, so I’m celebrating early. Happy?

Ye Shuang: You’re landing soon?

Chen Qin: Yep. Hurry to Jinwan Airport.

Ye Shuang stared at the message, then at Bai Yuyou beside him. After a moment of silence, he glanced at the back seat.

This was a two-door, two-seater sports car.

In other words, if he went to pick up Chen Qin, there’d be no room.

Option one: drop Bai Yuyou off at home and fetch Chen Qin.

Option two: ignore Chen Qin and keep shopping with Bai Yuyou—but she’d flown back just for him, even if only for half a day…

"Yuyou," Ye Shuang turned to her. She tilted her head slightly.

He shook his head. "Never mind."

Bai Yuyou seemed to sense his hesitation. "Ye Shuang, are you okay?"

"Fine. A mature adult doesn’t get tripped up by small things." He forced a smile and drove off.

...

"So, you rushed here just to borrow my car?"

Half an hour later, Chen Hai stepped out of a villa complex, looking baffled.

"Your sister asked me to pick her up," Ye Shuang explained.

"You have a car. That Toyota Supra’s sick—my wife won’t even let me buy a BMW Z4."

"Two seats." Ye Shuang gestured to Bai Yuyou.

Chen Hai sighed. "If you bring her along, Chen Qin will explode."

He added, "Why not leave her at my place? My wife’s making dumplings today."

Ye Shuang glanced at Bai Yuyou for her thoughts. Instead of speaking, she clutched his sleeve, head bowed like a scared little animal.

"Never mind," Ye Shuang said.

"Fine. But I need my car for a client meeting later. You can take this old one." Chen Hai patted the Mercedes beside him.

"Anything with more seats works." Ye Shuang knew Chen Hai had multiple cars—hence the trip.

With the borrowed car, he and Bai Yuyou headed to the airport.

But the drive was unusually quiet. Ye Shuang glanced over—Bai Yuyou sat motionless, eyes downcast, lost in thought.

Airport.

At the arrivals gate, Chen Qin emerged in a sleek black dress, sunglasses on, her lips painted a striking red that contrasted with her porcelain skin. A delicate rose-gold watch adorned her wrist, its gems glinting as she checked the time.

"Slowpoke. Should’ve texted earlier," she mused, smoothing her wavy hair. "Hmph. Did he stand me up?"

Don’t tell me I’m that unlucky.

"Excuse me, miss." A voice interrupted.

Chen Qin turned to see a handsome man smiling at her.

Politely, she asked, "Yes?"

"We shared the business class cabin. You’re stunning—mind exchanging contacts?"

"I’ve had these shades on the whole time. How’d you know I’m stunning?" Chen Qin smirked.

"Beauty isn’t just visual. Your aura alone is captivating."

"Flattery accepted, but no thanks." She waved dismissively.

"Wait—" The man grabbed her wrist.

Chen Qin’s brow arched, ready to slap him—until she spotted something from the corner of her eye.

A sly grin curled her lips as she feigned panic.

"Honey! Your wife’s getting harassed! Save me!"

Nearby, Ye Shuang halted mid-step, exasperated—but he quickened his pace anyway.