Reborn in the 80s, Get Rich by Eating Melons

Tong Yao knew that what she had done had worried Si Chen. Holding Si Chen’s hand, she sincerely promised, "Ahchen, I was indeed reckless before. At that time, you were abroad, and I thought as long as I didn’t tell you and sneak off just once before stopping, everything would be fine. But after Hongwei intercepted me, I realized my mistake. As for what happened on the way to the breeding farm, that was an accident. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry."

Before Si Chen could respond, Tong Yao added, "Now that I’m pregnant, I won’t take any more risks. Rest assured, I will prioritize the safety of myself and the baby. Don’t be mad."

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Si Chen pursed his lips with a bitter smile, "I’m not angry. I’m worried."

Thinking about the timing of Tong Yao’s planned venture to E Country, it coincided with their debt problems. Tong Yao must have decided to try her hand at business to make a quick buck. If he could help her, she wouldn’t have to resort to such measures.

Si Chen’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he looked at Tong Yao’s petite, charming face, feeling a heartache.

Raising her head and noticing Si Chen’s expression, Tong Yao guessed what he was thinking. She hurriedly wrapped her arms around his waist, cooingly saying, "Ahchen, I won’t do anything to worry you again. Don’t think too much either. Now that our business is slowly getting back on track, the breeding farm will be profitable by next year, our house has been renovated and can probably be rented out after New Year. Coupled with the goods that sister Hu is bringing back and if Fu Yiheng’s relative can take them, I’d literally make my hands sore from counting money so much."

Talking about money brought a sparkle to Tong Yao’s eyes; the corners of her mouth lifting into a smile. Now that she was pregnant, she knew it would take a lot of money to bring up the baby. With their business flourishing, she no longer had to worry about their financial situation.

Si Chen gently ruffled Tong Yao’s hair, simply humming an acknowledgment, his gaze thoughtful and inscrutable.