Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies novel Chapter 72

72: Chapter 70: Convince with reason?

Impossible

72 -70: Convince with reason?

Impossible

Qin Ye’s heart sank when he heard “one person per room.”

He gazed deeply at her.

Wanting to ask her if she was planning not to be his wife anymore?

But he swallowed the words just as they reached his lips.

Because he feared she would just answer him straightforwardly.

What would he do then?

Love arose unbidden, and with it deep affection; he had thoughts about her, but he couldn’t allow her to leave and live the good days that belonged to her alone.

Perhaps, deep down, he was just that bad.

He would rather her happiness be provided by him.

“…All right, as you wish.”

Pretending not to know her thoughts, anyway, he would figure something out later.

Rong Yan, thinking they had reached a mutual agreement, felt very good.

However, she suddenly remembered something, “I just saw Qin Yu had a bruise on his face.

What happened to him?

Did he get into a fight?”

Qin Ye: “…Yes, but he didn’t lose.”

Rong Yan, hearing that he hadn’t lost, didn’t take it to heart.

Kids fighting with kids…

as long as it wasn’t too much, adults need not intervene.

There’s nothing that can’t be solved with a fight; if not, just fight again.

But it’s different when adults get involved.

Just then, a shouting voice came from outside, a voice…

quite familiar.

“Qin Yu, come out here,” yelled someone.

Qin Ye’s expression darkened upon hearing this.

He instinctively wanted to get up.

Does it look like no one’s home to you?”

Qin Fugui, furious, retorted, “How can his injury compare to my son’s?”

Rong Yan scoffed, “You’re right, your son can’t compare to my Yu.

He’s just a tattletale; my Yu is a little man, he hasn’t even mentioned the word ‘pain’ to me till now.”

“You…” Qin Fugui was fuming, and if not for the concern that this woman was not easy to deal with, he would have slapped her several times.

The little fatty, hearing the term ‘tattletale,’ protested, “I’m not a tattletale, Qin Yu is a bastard, a jinx, how can this bad thing compare to me?”

Upon hearing this, Rong Yan’s face darkened immediately,

“Qin Yu, this child is so foul-mouthed at such a young age, go teach him some manners…

If you don’t knock his teeth out today, don’t you stop.”

Qin Yu’s eyes lit up, and without a word, he charged forward…

Qin Fugui, taken aback and reacting a moment later, tried to kick the charging Qin Yu away.

But obviously, Rong Yan wouldn’t give him the chance; she kicked out fiercely.

The immense pain made Qin Fugui howl and hop on one leg, “…Ah!

My leg’s broken…”