Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies

In the momentary befuddlement of Lu Yong and Ye Cheng, Qin Ye, seeing they were unaffected, directly addressed Rong Yan, "Wife, let’s go! If we don’t, we’re going to be late."

Rong Yan glanced over at the two men before her gaze settled back on Qin Ye, giving a slight nod in acknowledgment.

Qin Ye had bought a bicycle for convenience in getting around.

He had already brought the bicycle out earlier, and now he rode it... with Rong Yan sitting behind him, he pedaled away.

At the sound of their departure, the two men finally snapped back to reality, only to find the bicycle already far off in the distance.

The men exchanged looks.

Lu Yong spoke first, "What do you think Brother Qin means? Why is he so set on going to night school?"

For him... even though it had been many years since he left school, he could still vividly remember the painful days of reading and studying.

Whether it was in the past or the present... the mere thought of picking up a book gave him a headache.

Ye Cheng was also particularly surprised about Qin Ye’s decision to attend night school.

After a moments silence, he slowly spoke, "Maybe he wants to improve alongside his wife, to make a good life for themselves."

Upon deeper reflection... it was quite understandable.

After all, with a wife that is both beautiful and capable... naturally, Brother Qin would want to live well after getting married.

If they both made progress together, the gap between them wouldn’t become too vast.

That way, their marriage could last a long, long time.

Moreover, Qin Ye did yearn for a warm home inside, which he hadn’t had before... With a bit of effort after getting married, he could have it.

After hearing this, Lu Yong mulled it over and managed, "....Alright then!"

Although he didn’t quite understand... in his mind, wasn’t living well all about making more money?

At such an age, to read whatever at night school, wouldn’t it be embarrassing?

Anyway, he really couldn’t fathom Brother Qin’s thoughts.

Ye Cheng said, "Never mind, this is a good thing, let’s go! We should get back and sleep early so we can return home tomorrow morning."

Lu Yong asked, "Should we not inform Brother Qin about leaving tomorrow?"

Caught off guard by the situation just now, the man had already left, so what was there to say?

"If we run into him tomorrow morning, we’ll ask. If not, never mind... He probably won’t be returning anyway."

They had their own families in town and surely would visit, especially since they had received this month’s salary and needed to take it back home.

But Qin Ye was different; he had lost ties with his capricious mother almost eight hundred years ago.

Now that he had his own home in the city... what was there to go back to?

**

Three months flew by in the blink of an eye.

Rong Yan’s job and studies were on the right track.

During this time, Rong Yan had even gone on a couple of long business trips for work... The trips were quite lengthy.

However, she wasn’t worried about her studies; after all, she wasn’t ignorant; it was just for the sake of getting a diploma.

And today, she was returning home, having just come back from a business trip where she’d gone with her team to the South for a conference.

It was almost half a month away, and she had only returned this afternoon.

Knowing that she was coming back, Qin Ye had bought lots of ingredients early in the morning and cooked a whole table of dishes full of color, aroma, and flavor.

"Wife, eat more, you’ve gotten thin," he said. His cooking skills, though not comparable to a chef’s, still boasted quite impressive dishes.

"You eat too!" Rong Yan was in a good mood, as she quite enjoyed these home-cooked meals.

The couple ate in silence, with Qin Ye continually dishing food onto Rong Yan’s plate, eating very little himself to start.

Only when Rong Yan had eaten almost her fill did he help himself to the remaining food.

Because he cooked a lot, and most of it went into Qin Ye’s stomach, he really was a bit overfull.

Seeing this, Rong Yan was somewhat speechless.

Can’t you just save what you can’t eat for tomorrow? We do have a fridge at home, after all.

"You go walk off the meal, I’ll do the dishes."

She was not the type incapable of doing chores.

Qin Ye wouldn’t let her lift a finger, immediately insisting, "Don’t move, I’ll be done in no time."

He was faster, and in no time, he had gathered the dishes and taken them to the kitchen.

Rong Yan, watching his busy figure, just let him be.

In just ten minutes, Qin Ye finished the kitchen work.

Then, he sat down beside Rong Yan.

Rong Yan looked at him with a strange expression in her eyes.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Don’t look at her in such a weird way, it made her quite uncomfortable... His sticky, burning gaze was somewhat unbearable.

Qin Ye’s eyes were ablaze, "Wife, the time you mentioned last time—it’s been three months now."

Is it possible to become a real husband and wife now?

Is it possible to share a bed? Although he already knew in his heart that she was willing to stay, they were still sleeping in separate rooms.

This was not what he wanted.

He wanted to spend his entire life with her and also to have children with her.

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Rong Yan: ...

Watching the person waiting for her answer, she almost wanted to facepalm.

Because during this time—she really hadn’t thought about this matter.

Now that Qin Ye mentioned it... it wasn’t impossible.

Time stood still, as if the air stopped flowing, only Qin Ye knew how anxious and flustered his heart was.

Even the palms of his hands, already into autumn, kept sweating.

Every passing second was agony for him.

Just when Qin Ye thought Rong Yan was unwilling, and disappointment was beginning to rise in his heart, he heard the person beside him speak.

Rong Yan met his gaze, then slowly said, "It’s getting a bit chilly."

Just these words, the clever Qin Ye seemed to hear the sound of heaven, and immediately understood the meaning behind them.

His eyes shone with a brilliant light, "Wife, I’m going to take a shower."

Rong Yan: ...

It’s still bright outside! Was there a need to be so eager?

But for Qin Ye, he truly was in a hurry. Every night since he fell in love with her, he yearned to share a bed.

Even if they did nothing, just lying on the same bed made him incredibly happy.

Before she could say anything, the man had already gone upstairs.

Rong Yan looked at the figure, even his back radiated pleasure... She really didn’t know what to say.

Tonight... should they really?

Her face suddenly felt hot.

Perhaps, it’s possible!

To calm her tumultuous emotions, she simply walked around the yard before going upstairs.

Just in front of the room door, as she was about to enter... the door opened.

Qin Ye appeared in a tank top and shorts, his hair no longer dripping but still damp, showing that he had— from head to toe—already washed.

"Wife!" As he exclaimed these two words, his voice was filled with excitement.

Rong Yan: ...

She really did not expect he would be so fast, already moving to take a shower in her room.