Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies

Lu Yong and Ye Cheng wanted to say... I trust you my ass.

Who was it that almost every night this past month, was pulling all-nighters with them?

"Brother Qin, are you... sick?"

Qin Ye glared at him, "Screw off, you’re the one who’s sick."

Lu Yong looked at Qin Ye’s robust appearance, especially his rosy complexion, which certainly didn’t resemble that of someone ill.

Just as he was about to say something else, Ye Cheng nudged him with his elbow.

When he turned his head to look, he saw Ye Cheng pursing his lips and winking at him.

Lu Yong turned his head... and caught sight of a beautiful girl walking out of the house, the kind that was astonishingly pretty.

That skin—under the setting sun, it seemed to shimmer and glow. He had never seen such a sight, and for a moment was so enraptured that he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Qin Ye naturally noticed the change in his gaze and followed it... to his—wife.

She was standing under the eaves at that moment.

Feeling displeased, he shifted his body to block their line of sight immediately.

"You want to lose your eyes, huh?"

There was an irritation in his voice that even he hadn’t noticed.

Lu Yong was startled by his icy tone, and when he looked up... he saw Brother Qin staring at him with those ghastly eyes!

Before he could speak, Ye Cheng tugged at his arm.

"Brother Qin, since you’re not going, we’ll be off then. You stay home and keep your sister-in-law company..."

With that, he pulled Lu Yong away.

Qin Ye: ...

Wait a minute, clarify what you just said, who’s keeping who company?

Unfortunately, the two men had already made a quick exit.

Rong Yan wasn’t particularly concerned about Qin Ye’s social dealings.

After all, she and he were just... temporary roommates.

She planned to leave as soon as she found the opportunity.

However, since she was going to stay here for a while, she intended to get along well with him.

Besides, apart from the money for shopping, the little over fifty bucks in her hand were also given by him—this kindness, she still remembered.

There was also the fact that... he and the original owner of her body were legally married.

If she really was going to leave, she’d need to find time to get a divorce certificate.

Qin Ye turned around and met Rong Yan’s gaze.

For some reason, he felt a nervous and uncomfortable sensation under her stare.

"They... I don’t play cards often..."

After he explained, he stiffened.

What, what was he doing?

Rong Yan was somewhat surprised that he was explaining himself to her.

Yet, considering he gave her living expenses, she sincerely said, "Regular gambling indeed isn’t good."

In his twenties, why spoil his reputation playing cards?

Qin Ye: ...

Really not good?

Thinking of his reputation outside, he stiffened for a moment... Would she despise him?

Rong Yan didn’t notice his strange look; she was heading to the kitchen.

It was a bit warm that evening, plus she had cooked earlier, and her clothes were imbued with the smell of grease.

She’d be miserable if she didn’t shower.

Qin Ye was still wrestling with this unfamiliar emotion when he saw her go into the kitchen, and subconsciously asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I’m going to heat some water for a bath," Rong Yan saw nothing embarrassing about stating this.

"I’ll heat it for you," Qin Ye blurted out before his brain could catch up.

Moreover, his actions were even faster than his brain’s response.

Just like that, he had already made his way to the kitchen.

Rong Yan was somewhat surprised by his proactive behavior.

To think that in the month he and the original host had been together, they had barely exchanged more than five sentences, let alone him offering help.

Although the two of them were married by certificate, their relationship was even less than that of strangers.

How come he now seemed so different from the impression the original host had in her memory?

Could it be that the memories left to her by the original host were in error? But what exactly had been forgotten?

After thinking for a moment, she attributed it all to the dinner that evening.

Since he wanted to boil water, there was no reason for her to stop him.

"Then I’ll have to trouble you."

Qin Ye was originally annoyed by his own strange behavior today.

He felt that he was quite abnormal.

But after hearing her words, all his exasperation vanished, and he squinted and said, "We’re husband and wife, no need to be so polite."

Rong Yan: ...?

This time, it was truly her turn to be astonished.

Wasn’t he very resistant to this marriage? Why did he suddenly speak like that?

However, considering he had already walked into the kitchen to boil water, she didn’t give it much more thought.

The room was a bit hot, but the yard still had a breeze.

So she simply took a stool outside to sit...

Her mind wasn’t empty; she was contemplating how to make money.

Moreover, she needed to earn money within a short period.

Additionally, the original host had only finished middle school... The family had not planned to allow her to pursue further education.

But the original host had a strong desire for learning, and that, along with teachers from the school making house calls to advocate for the education of children out of school,

led the original host to get the chance for education.

In school, the original host had very good grades, but it was a pity that even so, completing middle school was already the Rong Family’s final limit.

If she had to continue onto high school... that was definitely not allowed.

The Rong Family feared that if the original host became too educated and cultured, she would develop her own thoughts and become beyond their control... So after the original host finished middle school,

the Rong Family was adamant not to allow any further education, even if the original host had been admitted.

With only a middle school education... it was indeed too little for her.

But going back to school now was impractical; after all, her goal was to earn money and then leave this place.

She planned to earn a sum of money here and then go live in Jing City.

Now in the nineties... what should she do?

She remembered something important, that at the end of the nineties... the earliest stock exchange opened in Shanghai at the end of 1990 (found online).

It was now June, and if she didn’t want to miss the first chance to make money, she would need to earn the initial capital within half a year.

Then try for a stock subscription certificate... The early years of the nineties were some of the best performing years in the stock market.

And her golden finger was her mastery of the stock market.

That’s right, aside from herself, it seemed nobody else knew, every other piece of knowledge... memories would automatically surface.

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God seemed to have given her a golden finger, yet it was as if it hadn’t been fully activated.

Qin Ye came out of the kitchen and saw her lost in thought.

However, the way she spaced out was also quite beautiful.

Like a silent ink painting.

Before, how had he not noticed how beautiful she was? And how captivating?

He cleared his throat lightly, "The water’s ready."

Rong Yan looked up and then noticed that his face was somewhat red.

But she didn’t think much of it, after all, he had been boiling water in the kitchen... perhaps it was just the heat.

"Mm," she said as she stood up.