CHAPTER 358: CHAPTER 297: IS IT A BIT MALICIOUS?

In the end, Rong Yan still stuffed ten yuan into Qin Mei’s hand.

As a young girl from a family, having a bit of money on her would give her a sense of security.

Qin Ye returned half an hour later, a bit later than Rong Yan had anticipated.

"Why are you back so late?"

Qin Ye briefly explained, "I went to the Qin Family."

"Oh!" Rong Yan had guessed as much.

Looking up, she saw Qin Ye’s eyes burning intensely as he looked at her. Before she could ask, she heard him say to Qin Mei, "Meimei, go inside first, I have something to discuss with your sister-in-law."

". . . Okay!" Qin Mei dashed out immediately.

Rong Yan raised an eyebrow at Qin Ye.

"Wife, let’s talk inside," Qin Ye’s voice was calm, if it weren’t for the brightness in his gaze.

"What’s with all the secrecy? Is there a fourth person hiding in the yard?"

Though she spoke in this way, she was already standing up.

The two of them entered the room they were staying in, one after the other.

Qin Ye was the one walking behind, and as soon as he entered, he closed the door behind them.

Rong Yan heard the door close and turned around... The next second, her entire body fell into Qin Ye’s embrace, and his overly warm body temperature was scorching.

"Wife..."

Qin Ye felt reluctant to leave. Once he departed... how long would it be before he could return home?

Just the thought of it was torturous.

His arms tightened unconsciously around her.

"Loosen up a bit, you’re squeezing me..." Rong Yan felt her waist being crushed by his hold.

Upon hearing this, Qin Ye quickly loosened his grip, but he still held her.

"Wife, remember to write to me," he said, having given her the address the night before.

"Sure!" Rong Yan felt she had answered this question... several times already? "By the way, the Qi Family gave a thousand, I’ll bring some more money for you!"

"No need, I won’t be needing money where I’m going," Qin Ye didn’t want to waste the little time they had left on this, and he leaned down to kiss her...

Rong Yan: ...?

The kiss was fierce and intense, like a tempest.

...

Half an hour later, the two of them walked out.

Apart from Rong Yan’s face being slightly red, her lips a bit swollen, and her clothing somewhat disheveled, there were no other signs.

At that moment, the sound of a car horn came from outside.

Qin Ye turned to look at Rong Yan, "Wife, my ride is here, I have to go."

Rong Yan nodded, "Then go get your luggage and head out!"

"Yeah." Qin Ye turned back and went inside again.

He didn’t have much to bring, just a wicker suitcase.

Carrying it out, he saw his wife in the yard... and found his feet difficult to move.

"Wife, I’m leaving!"

Rong Yan nodded, the threads of departure... were few.

At that moment, Qin Mei ran out, "Big brother, are you leaving?"

Qin Ye nodded, "Yeah, big brother is going to work now. You must listen to your sister-in-law at home."

Qin Mei also lacked the melancholy of parting, "Big brother, then work hard."

Qin Ye: ...

He truly didn’t see any sense of reluctance on his little sister’s face.

Perhaps because the car outside hadn’t seen anyone come out, it honked again.

Rong Yan looked at the man who still hadn’t moved, "They’re hurrying you, just go! I’ll write to you."

"Alright, I will write too." Qin Ye took a deep breath, suppressing his feelings of reluctance, and strode out determinedly.

His steps were especially firm.

Rong Yan did not go to send him off, and Qin Mei stepped up next to her, "Sister-in-law, is big brother really not coming back for a month?"

The second brother left, and so did the eldest... but the eldest sister-in-law won’t leave again, right?

"That’s not certain, sometimes she may come back earlier, sometimes later—it all depends on your eldest brother’s work." At this moment, the timbre of Rong Yan’s voice was somewhat tender.

Qin Mei’s freshly surfaced feelings of parting were instantly soothed.

She nodded affirmatively, "Work is important."

She also wanted to work hard to learn painting, so that in the future... she could paint and earn money just like her sister-in-law.

The sister-in-law knew too many things, but she was clumsy, so learning just one thing would be enough, and she would also earn money to spend on her sister-in-law.

Madam Rong came back again at noon,

She didn’t see Qin Ye, "Did Qin leave?"

Rong Yan nodded, "Yeah, he left in the morning."

"Then what will you eat for lunch?"

Upon hearing her mother’s words, Rong Yan couldn’t help but let out a light laugh, "Mom, you didn’t come back in the middle of the day just to cook for me, did you?"

Madam Rong: ...

That was indeed why.

Because in certain aspects, her daughter was truly quite lazy.

On such a hot day, she probably wouldn’t even glance at the kitchen.

"No, I came to see your swollen face."

Rong Yan: ...

As mother and daughter—should we really be hurting each other like this?

"By the way, did Qin bring the zongzi with him?"

Rong Yan paused at the question, her expression frozen, "...He should have... it seems... he didn’t bring them."

Madam Rong immediately glared at her: "You didn’t even remind him? You usually have a good memory, but at crucial moments... not even a bicycle loses its chain as much as you do."

Rong Yan: ...

"Mom, that analogy is so inappropriate. How can a bicycle compare to me? I’m your little quilt to keep you warm in the winter and cool in the summer."

Madam Rong sniffed at that comment, "You? Heh, the best thing you could do is not to upset me, and you want to be a little quilt? Forget about it... I’m afraid it’s so full of holes that it would let the cold freeze me in the winter."

"Alright, enough talking, I’m going to make you big wontons, there’s still some of yesterday’s filling left."

"I knew it, you were afraid I’d go hungry." Rong Yan was delighted.

Madam Rong was merciless in her teasing.

"It’s Xiao Mei who I’m afraid might go hungry; she’s growing and can’t be left to the likes of you, who miss meal times because of idleness," she said.

Rong Yan: "..."

Madam Rong, without paying her any mind, was about to enter the kitchen when she caught a glimpse of a pile of stuff on the square table in the living room out of the corner of her eye.

"Whose are those?"

Rong Yan looked in the direction of her mother’s pointing, "Didn’t I save the Qi Family’s boy yesterday? This is the thank-you gift they brought over; they also gave me a thousand yuan in consultation fees."

Madam Rong nearly took a spill upon hearing that.

"How much?"

Rong Yan saw her mother’s unsettled manner and held up her index finger, "A thousand."

Madam Rong: ...

My goodness, that much?

It would take a factory worker two and a half years to earn that.

Swallowing hard, "...Isn’t that too much? Could there be any trouble? Could it be... reported by the victim?"

If it would cause trouble, then it might be better to return the money.

Rong Yan couldn’t help but laugh at her mother’s series of worries.

"Mom, you really don’t have to worry; I rightfully earned this money. Besides... it’s about a life! Isn’t it worth this thousand yuan?"

"If it were someone else, I might not have lifted a finger."

Madam Rong: ...

A life can’t be measured in money; no amount of money can buy a life.

As much as she said that, when it came to handling such a large sum of money... should she admit it felt a bit unscrupulous?

The moment the thought crossed her mind, she spat disdainfully several times in her heart. This unscrupulous girl was her own flesh and blood; she couldn’t think or say such things.