Reborn in the 80s and Remarrying an Officer, Let the Ungrateful Cry!

”Mom, you don’t have to apologize to me! It’s normal for Wenhao to be away on missions. He told me before we got married that he’d frequently be away on missions! So, I’m really not upset.”

’Perfect. I wasn’t ready anyway.’

’For him to be sent away on a mission... it couldn’t be better!’

Mrs. Qin was very pleased—her younger daughter-in-law was truly so understanding.

”Get to bed early tonight.”

”Okay!”

Fu Mingxue had originally been thinking—since Qin Wenhao wasn’t here, could she go back to her own home?

But now that her mother-in-law had said that, it would be a bit inappropriate for her to leave.

Besides, it was their wedding night. If she left right after Qin Wenhao did, it would indeed look very bad.

Mrs. Qin didn’t stay long. After saying her piece, she left.

Fu Mingxue went into the bathroom first. ’It’s really something to have a separate bathroom in the bedroom. That’s extremely rare for this era.’

And Qin Wenhao’s room was indeed very large.

When she entered the bathroom, she saw that everything, from the towels onward, came in pairs and was brand new.

There was even a ”double happiness” character sticker on the mirror, obviously put there specially for the wedding.

’New towels and a new toothbrush... that’s very thoughtful.’

Half an hour later, Fu Mingxue came out of the bathroom.

Then she remembered something: she hadn’t opened the red envelopes she received today.

’How could I have almost forgotten about this?’

’Not being eager to count your money is a sign of a flawed mindset.’

She immediately took out the stack of red envelopes from her spatial storage.

That’s right. Her spatial storage couldn’t just hold rewards from the system; it could now also store other items.

It just wasn’t particularly large.

But even so, she was very content.

’Is there a safer, more secure place in the world than my spatial storage?’

She had a good memory, so she could still remember who gave her which red envelope.

The biggest one was from her father-in-law.

It looked like a lot. She opened it and counted—it was a full thousand.

Her mother-in-law’s was a bit less, but still five hundred.

She figured this was the same amount Mrs. Qin had given her other daughter-in-law.

And what do you know, Fu Mingxue had guessed right.

Mrs. Qin had originally wanted to give the same amount as her husband, but when she thought about her elder daughter-in-law’s personality, she figured the woman would cause a scene if she found out the new bride received double the amount she had at her own wedding.

So, after thinking it over, she settled on five hundred.

Fu Mingxue then opened the ones from the two elders—Qin Wenhao’s grandparents. They had also given five hundred each.

’They’re so generous.’

The red envelopes from everyone else were comparatively smaller.

Her maternal grandparents gave one hundred each.

Each of her uncles’ envelopes contained fifty.

They gave one per family, and her aunt’s family also gave fifty.

As for her three paternal aunts’ families, each gave fifty.

From her paternal cousins, each gave twenty.

But there were a lot of them—ten in total—so that added up to two hundred.

There were also a few miscellaneous ones, some with five, some with two.

’Heavens, all of this added up to over three thousand!’

’I’ve struck it rich!’

However, she had no intention of touching this money for the time being.

After all, she didn’t know if she and Qin Wenhao would become a real couple. If they didn’t, then any money she received—whether from him or his family—she would return to him.

”Why aren’t you in bed yet?” Qin Wenze asked, looking at the sulky expression on his wife’s face. He was very confused. ”Why are you angry again?”

On such a joyous day, why did she get angry at the drop of a hat?

He didn’t get it.

Lan Qingman glared at her husband. ”Shouldn’t I be angry? Your family is so biased. And not just a little biased—your favoritism is completely off the charts.”