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Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies novel Chapter 385

Chapter 385: Chapter 319 Part 2

"It’s fine, if she really only learns for three days and then stops, it doesn’t matter," Rong Yan was unconcerned.

Painting also requires talent.

If the talent isn’t there, then the learning will be just so-so.

If Song Pingping wants to come, she can learn with Qin Mei. If she doesn’t want to continue, then that’s fine, too. Rong Yan didn’t insist on it.

Song Xiuxiu: "Okay then! Thanks, Sister Rong, I’ll head back now."

Rong Yan nodded, watching her leave before closing the door.

However, when she returned to the courtyard, that’s when she remembered there was something happening tomorrow!

Never mind, if Song Pingping comes tomorrow, she can just play with Qin Mei.

In the evening, Madam Rong came back with some white cloth and also gave Rong Yan a red cloth hat.

"Put this on tomorrow."

"Why?" Rong Yan had never experienced such a thing, so she was somewhat curious.

At most in the past, she would wear all black with a white flower and tie a white cloth strip around her arm.

She had never worn a red hat before.

"As a granddaughter, you wear this, and then just drape the white clothes over yourself," Madam Rong had just said when she saw her daughter tugging at the rough threads of the red hat and immediately slapped her hand that was fiddling about, "Don’t pull on it. The hat will fall apart if you keep doing that."

It had only been roughly and hastily sewn to keep it together.

Rong Yan: ...

Okay then! It really would fall apart if she kept at it, so she stopped her fidgeting.

"After the burial tomorrow, is Dad coming back?" He seemed to have been staying there for many days now.

Ever since the old lady died, he hadn’t come back home.

"Uh-huh, after everything is done tomorrow, I guess he’ll be back later in the evening."

"Is his health okay, though?" She hadn’t seen him for a while and didn’t know if her father’s health could hold up.

After all, the food over there wasn’t as good as at home, and even the accommodations weren’t as comfortable.

Plus, with the nighttime vigils, he probably hadn’t had a good night’s sleep.

Madam Rong didn’t want to talk about it because it irritated her.

"...He’s fine! Stop worrying."

Rong Yan could still hear a hint of resentment in her mother’s voice, so she wisely chose not to continue the subject.

Madam Rong: "I’m going to cook."

***

At ten o’clock at night, Rong Yan heard a knock on the door.

She was a bit surprised— who could it be at this late hour?

Plus, her mother wasn’t home tonight.

The only ones in the whole house were her and Qin Mei.

So, she was the one who had to answer the door.

When she opened the door and saw who was standing outside, she was very surprised, "Qin Ye, how come you’re back?" Wasn’t it supposed to be a long time before you returned? How long has it been since you left?

Not even three days, right?

Seeing his wife, Qin Ye’s heart overflowed with joy.

"Because the research institute isn’t busy, so I came back. Tomorrow, I’ll accompany you to the funeral."

Actually, he didn’t want his wife to be the subject of gossip tomorrow.

Hearing his words, the corners of Rong Yan’s mouth involuntarily twitched.

"So, you came back this late just to accompany me tomorrow?"

"...Yes." Qin Ye didn’t want to lie, and indeed, that was his reason.

Rong Yan: ...

You really are something.

"Come in first."

Qin Ye didn’t bring any luggage with him when he came back, and because it was a rush, he hadn’t bought anything else either.

He came back empty-handed.

Stepping in, he immediately shut the door behind him.

He reached out and took Rong Yan’s hand.

"Wife..."

His gaze unwaveringly fell on his wife.

"Wife, tonight, can I?"

Meeting his burning gaze, Rong Yan smiled faintly, "...No can do! It’s that time of the month..."

The timing really couldn’t be worse.

Qin Ye naturally understood.

There was no disappointment in his eyes, instead, he asked anxiously, "Does your stomach hurt? Do you want some Brown Sugar water?"

"I don’t usually get pains, you know that. Alright, stop dawdling and get up here, let’s get some sleep, we have to rise early tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ye obediently got into bed. Even though he couldn’t do what he wanted tonight, it didn’t prevent him from holding someone.

Just holding his wife filled his heart with unprecedented satisfaction.

"Wife, did you miss me these past few days?"

This question suddenly popped up in the dark.

Rong Yan immediately replied, "Yes! Missed you every day and night." She apologized for this kind little lie.

But it was true she missed him, just not that intensely.

After all, she had been busy every day.

Only love-struck people think of nothing but their partners.

She may not have been dreaming of stars and the sea, but surely she couldn’t spend twenty-four hours a day thinking only of a man?

Yet the purely good-natured Qin Ye was immensely satisfied with his wife’s words.

In the darkness, he couldn’t help but cup her face in his hands and planted a precise kiss on her...

The next day, Rong Yan was woken up.

"Wife, time to get up."

Rong Yan hadn’t slept much last night because the heat of this human furnace was a bit too much.

Originally, if Qin Ye hadn’t come, she would have just slept in space.

With him here, she could only hold... and they hurt each other, no, she was the one who got hurt.

After all, Qin Ye was terribly agreeable to it.

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