Zhang Guilan had also emerged from the back kitchen, frowning slightly and whispering to Lin Chuxia, “What’s going on with your elder sister? She isn’t going to cause you trouble again, is she?”
Lin Chuxia withdrew her gaze, “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Lin Jiayi knowing made it likely that the Lin Family wouldn’t be far behind.
But it was bound to happen sooner or later, Lin Chuxia didn’t take it to heart.
What she didn’t expect was that Lin Jiayi would get pregnant so quickly.
In her past life, Lin Jiayi and Qin Yang also didn’t have children of their own, and Li Guangyuan remained childless.
When she died, his illegitimate child was also about to be born.
Meanwhile, as Lin Jiayi left the house, her face twisted with a vicious expression, her eyes full of resentment and unwillingness.
Why should she have to count every bun she eats, while that little wretch Lin Chuxia owns the entire Bun Shop?
Li Guangyuan was so frightened by her gaze that he wished he could stay far away.
“Jiayi, I think whether it’s your younger sister’s shop or the Qin Family’s shop, it’s a good thing…” Perhaps they could benefit from it as well.
But before he could finish his sentence, Lin Jiayi sharply turned her head, “What’s good about it? Everyone else is making money, and you’re still a pauper, Li Guangyuan, what face do you have to say such things?”
Not to mention, it was Lin Chuxia.
The mere thought of their envy for the Bun Shop’s owner just moments ago made Lin Jiayi feel a burning shame on her face, as though she had been slapped.
The moment Lin Chuxia stood in front of her, radiant and striking, she felt an unspeakable humiliation.
She had lived with this shame all her life, and now that she was reborn, was it going to cling to her like maggots and disgust her?
“Take me back to my parents’ house,” she had to get to the bottom of it.
Lin Jiayi sat on the back of the bicycle, calming her thoughts, her lower abdomen gave a slight twinge, and she gently stroked it.
She also felt that she had spoken too harshly to Li Guangyuan earlier, “I’m sorry, Guang Yuan, I was just impatient.”
Li Guangyuan’s back stiffened, and he smiled awkwardly, “It’s okay, I understand.”
“Guang Yuan, I know you’re capable, you can certainly provide a good life for me, right?”
Li Guangyuan’s smile became somewhat stiff, but Lin Jiayi sitting behind him couldn’t see it.
“Jiayi, I’ll work hard.”
Only then did Lin Jiayi feel satisfied, her fingers gently caressing her lower abdomen.
What’s so great about opening a Bun Shop? In the future, Li Guangyuan is going to do big business.
As for Lin Chuxia, she could only guard her Bun Shop alone.
Especially since Qin Yang couldn’t even return home once a year, Lin Chuxia could only dream about having her own child.
On this point, she would always be unbeatable.
…
Lin Chuxia came home in the evening. Today Qin Yang didn’t need to go to Old He for treatment, so she didn’t have Qin Yang accompany her on errands.
Mr. and Mrs. Qin had not seen their son for half a year, and he should stay home to spend time with his parents.
When she arrived home, Qin Yang was playing games with Little Zhuangzhuang in the yard.
The two of them each held several bent willow rings, trying to hook them over distant empty bottles.
No matter how far, Qin Yang landed every shot, and each time he scored a hit, Little Zhuangzhuang would giggle nonstop, clapping his hands as if they didn’t hurt at all.
It was clear that Little Zhuangzhuang really liked this little uncle; whenever Qin Yang was home, he would stick to him like a little tail.
And Qin Yang was very patient, no matter what Little Zhuangzhuang asked for, as long as it wasn’t unreasonable, he would fulfill it.
Seeing Lin Chuxia return, Mrs. Qin smiled lovingly, “You see how much Yangyang loves children, when you two have your own, Yangyang will definitely be a good father.”
Lin Chuxia had already become immune to Mrs. Qin’s insistent prodding for grandchildren, and joined Mrs. Qin in praising Qin Yang.
“He’s patient and smart; children like people like that. If he had his own children, they’d surely idolize their father.”
Mrs. Qin glanced at Lin Chuxia and for some reason, she always felt that Chuxia’s smile was even more tender than her own.
After dinner, Lin Chuxia returned to her room.
When Qin Yang walked into the room, he saw Lin Chuxia seated at the desk, her head bowed as she wrote something.
“Tomorrow I’ll buy a lamp to bring back, the light here is too dim, it’s bad for the eyes.”
Qin Yang walked over and shifted the table slightly, so that she could write under better lighting.
Lin Chuxia rubbed her sore neck, “I’m just occasionally dealing with work at home, but you should take a look too when you have the time; I still prefer to write letters at home.”
She smiled, her eyes curving into crescents.
The thought of her leaning over in the lamplight, writing letters to him, also filled Qin Yang’s eyes with warmth.
He liked to write letters to his wife in the silence of the late night too, as it felt as though their hearts drew closer in the quiet night, even if they couldn’t see each other.
“Alright, I will go tomorrow.”
He stood behind Lin Chuxia, looking over her shoulder at what she was writing—a page filled not just with words but also diagrams.
“What’s this?”
“Umm… consider it a work plan,” she passed it to him to see, “Su Wensong and the others went out on a task today. If it goes well, the current processing site near the small courtyard will be insufficient. It would be best to find a larger courtyard for processing, or even better, to have our own factory if we find land for it. Furthermore, we are seriously short on workers, and it’s difficult to hire around the Spring Festival…”
It would be frustrating if those people brought back orders that they couldn’t fulfill.
Such worries!
Qin Yang stepped forward to smooth the frown lines between her brows, “Since I’m free these next few days at home, I’ll help you make some rounds.”
“Do you have a solution?”
She was just casually discussing it with him.
“I’m not sure yet, I’ll go talk to the village chief tomorrow.”
Lin Chuxia’s eyes suddenly brightened.
Right, she now belonged to Qin Family Village, a city village with a strategic location—it would be a waste not to make good use of it.
“I want a big courtyard, or a large piece of land, not to lease, but to buy, land that belongs to me.”
Qin Yang looked into her gleaming eyes and smiled indulgently, “Okay, I’ll figure something out.”
It was rare for his wife to ask him for help.
Lin Chuxia folded the paper, “Mr. Qin Yang, I’ll be waiting to hear your good news.”
Although she wasn’t sure if it would be possible, Qin Yang had certainly opened up her thinking.
If it didn’t work, she would find another solution. After all, Qin Family Village was a great place.
So delightful!
At night, Qin Yang felt that tonight’s little woman was especially passionate.
His voice in the darkness was husky, “Wife, you seem a bit different today.”
“Hmm?”
Her enchanting voice uttered only one word, soft enough to set the blood boiling.
“Is it because you think I’m going to drain you?”
With a provocative tone, Qin Yang couldn’t help but quicken his movements as he leaned in close to whisper in her ear, “Shall we try and see if you can really drain me?”
A soft chuckle escaped from the corner of his lips, “But that’s not quite how you ’drain’…”
With delicate and tender arms around his neck, Lin Chuxia used the moment of his daze to switch their positions.
In the dim moonlight of the night, the little woman smiled seductively, soft and tender, like a mill grinding beans, as if to crush and grind his bones to mush…
Qin Yang finally understood the phrase his brothers always said—he truly was with a vexing little temptress…