Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies

Qin Ye had no other option, he gritted his teeth.

"Miss," he pressed, "I’ll throw in another ten thousand gold coins... Protect me on my way to Beijing, and I can give you the twenty thousand coins right there and then. In addition, I can gift you a large mansion in Beijing."

For eighteen years, his heart had never skipped a beat for a girl, but he knew he didn’t want her to leave... otherwise, he would definitely regret it.

He followed his heart.

Rong Yan: ...? Wait until we get to Beijing and then add ten thousand gold coins? And throw in a large mansion?

Such a deal—was not impossible.

She immediately became serious, "Since you request it so, it can be done... I will write you another one."

She walked to the side, and while pretending to search her bundle, she pulled the paper from her space.

As for the writing brush... it had not been put away when it was on the desk earlier.

Swiftly, she wrote another one.

This time, Qin Ye didn’t hesitate, but his hand was weak.

"Miss, help me..." he meant for her to support his hand.

Before Rong Yan could reply, Rong Jin immediately said, "I’ll do it!"

Don’t think he’s clueless... no one’s going to take advantage of his sister.

He stepped forward, picked up Qin Ye’s thumb, pressed it onto the inkpad several times, and then stamped it onto the two pieces of paper...

Both papers now bore the red thumbprints.

"Sister, is that enough? Should I press a few more times?"

The little guy felt that once was somewhat insecure.

What if the thumbprint fades?

"That’s enough," Rong Yan took the two IOUs, blew on them, and put them away.

Then she earnestly warned their generous patron, "In the future, don’t be so quick to pledge your body... It makes you seem very cheap."

Qin Ye, who had just written two huge IOUs: ...?

Um, he’s cheap?

Does she know who he is?

His face was blushing, whether from anger or shame, it was unclear.

After all, no one had ever dared to say to his face... that he was worthless.

Let it be, she was his lifesaver.

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Taking a deep breath, he softly spoke with his husky voice, "I’m thirsty, may I have some water?"

"Of course," Rong Yan looked toward her brother.

The clever Rong Jin didn’t wait for his sister to ask; he promptly acted, "Sister, I’ll get him water."

This man represented a lot of gold.

They couldn’t let him die of thirst.

Otherwise... they wouldn’t be able to get back the money for the medicine.

There was still some hot water from the morning.

He poured a cup... but how to feed him was a bit problematic.

"Use a spoon," Rong Yan suggested, not intending to do it herself.

Rong Jin immediately fetched a spoon... and once Qin Ye had water, his throat, which felt like it was on fire, was finally relieved.

"...Thank you, little brother!"

Though it sounded polite, the term "little brother" set Rong Jin off, "I only have a sister, no brother."

He was only his sister’s little brother. No one could take his sister away from him.

Qin Ye: ...

Rong Jin ignored him.

"Sister, are we leaving today?"

With that question, Qin Ye also looked at the girl... Right, he still hadn’t asked for her given name.

"Not leaving yet, we’ll go after half a month." Twenty thousand taels of gold! It just so happened she also intended to go to Beijing.

She didn’t mind postponing the journey for half a month.

Hoping the snow here wouldn’t fall too early.

Upon hearing her words, Qin Ye couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

So... would his wounds be healed after half a month?

If that was the case, then those ten thousand gold coins would be well spent.

What he had in abundance were these gold and silver treasures.

...

Half a month passed quietly as Qin Ye recovered from his injuries.

From initially being bedridden, he now walked with ease.

During this time, he was utterly astonished.

He increasingly believed this girl was a Divine Doctor.

Of course, he now also knew who this brother and sister were.

He didn’t dare pry too much from the girl herself, but he could glean some information from her brother.

Each time when the girl was out, he asked a few questions and got his answers.

It turned out this girl was from the foothills... The Rong Family, the Zheng Family? Qin Ye’s eyes grew colder—those people dared to covet her?

At that moment, Rong Jin came before him cheerfully.

"Brother Qin, are you feeling better? Sister said we are leaving."

Rong Jin had grown quite familiar with Qin Ye now.

Having spent half a month together, his fondness for Qin Ye had grown exponentially, especially since Brother Qin had mentioned the possibility of marrying into her family, which meant he and Sister would never have to be separated.

This thought was quite tempting... he found the idea appealing.

"Yep, I’m all better." In fact, Qin Ye didn’t need to pack; he hardly had any possessions.

The only set of clothes he had was soaked in blood, which he was too lazy to wash, and he couldn’t impose on Miss Rong to wash it... so he simply threw it away.

As for what he was wearing... even though it was a rough garment, according to Miss Rong, these clothes were left here by his father.

This explanation was a bit odd; how could several sets of clothes just happen to be left in this cave?

Aren’t villagers usually very frugal?

Nevertheless, the clothes were indeed new... he could tell that much.

Rong Yan saw the pair, one big and one small, walking out.

"We’re going."

She intended to leave behind everything, whether useful or useless.

This man’s identity was no simple matter—who knew if he would send Hidden Guards to investigate?

"Alright." When Qin Ye replied, his gaze lingered on her face for a moment.

Because this was deep in the mountains.

The mountain path could be rather difficult.

Rong Yan turned to Rong Jin and said, "Ah Jin, Sister will carry you down the mountain."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ye couldn’t agree.

He immediately said, "Miss Rong, my wounds have all healed; let me carry Jin instead!"

Rong Yan glanced at him.

Someone volunteering to take on hard labor was naturally fine by her, "That works."

Qin Ye was particularly pleased.

"Jin, come here, let Brother Qin carry you down."

If all went well, the kid would be his future brother-in-law.

Of course, he wouldn’t allow for any mishaps.

Rong Jin: ...

Thank you! I can walk by myself, actually.

However, at Sister’s suggestive glance, he still climbed onto Brother Qin’s back.

The strong back of a man... felt very different from Sister’s... Rong Jin’s eyes reddened slightly, "... Brother Qin, you should eat more, you’re not as robust nor is your back as broad as my father’s."

Qin Ye: "...?"

Catching such disparaging remarks out of the blue, Qin Ye almost ground his teeth in anger.

Was this little guy asking for a lesson?

Did he know that in his entire life, the only person he had ever carried... was him?

Forget it, he would not take offense with the boy, after all, he was going to be his future brother-in-law.

Rong Yan glanced at Rong Jin; she knew he missed their parents.

But at his age, Rong Jin had been strong; his parents hadn’t been dead long and he already forced himself to grow up... it wasn’t easy.

She reached out and stroked his head, offering silent consolation.

Qin Ye: ...

Hell, he wanted to be patted on the head too, what should he do?