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

Fu Mingxue emerged, doing her best to appear calm and act as if nothing had happened.

And, of course, to walk normally.

She didn’t see her mother in the courtyard and couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Then she spotted Qin Wenhao hoeing the vegetable patch nearby.

Just as she looked over, Qin Wenhao seemed to sense her gaze and turned. ”You’re up. Breakfast is ready. Mom went to get the two kids dressed.”

Fu Mingxue noticed something—the look on his face as he spoke felt different than before.

Just as she was about to go wash up, she heard him speak again. ”Oh, right. Mom’s chicken soup is ready too. It’s in that pot. Go pour yourself a bowl.”

Fu Mingxue’s face instantly flushed crimson.

’Could this man please not mention the chicken soup?’

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

”I’ll get it.” Qin Wenhao set down his hoe and went to open the door.

He was a little surprised to see Lü Feng standing outside.

”Qin Tuan, you’re back!”

Lü Feng looked a little awkward.

Qin Wenhao looked at him. ”Is there something you need?”

”I came to—”

Zhu Xiaohong, who was standing behind him, couldn’t stand his spineless hesitation.

She immediately pushed him aside.

Beaming, she looked at Qin Wenhao. ”Qin Tuan, here’s the thing. I was hoping your wife could help me find a job. I’m even willing to pay for one—”

Qin Wenhao was baffled.

Although he didn’t quite understand what was happening, he knew that getting her a job was out of the question.

He looked at Lü Feng. ”Is this what you came for as well?”

Lü Feng wouldn’t have dared to agree. He immediately shook his head. ”No, I’m here to apologize. My wife caused trouble for your mother-in-law and your wife yesterday, and I came to say I’m sorry. We’re not asking your wife for a job—”

Zhu Xiaohong was exasperated.

”Lü Feng, you bastard, what are you talking about? You might not want a job, but that measly salary of yours isn’t enough to feed our whole family! Besides, I’m just asking her to inquire about a job for me. What’s wrong with that? Isn’t everyone supposed to help each other out? If she has the connections, why shouldn’t she help me?”

Qin Wenhao was baffled.

’What? So my wife has a job, and that means she has to help her? What kind of logic is that?’

Lü Feng was mortified, and his embarrassment peaked when Qin Tuan’s gaze fell on him.

”—Qin Tuan, please don’t mind her. My wife is just desperate for a job. I’ll take her home right now.”

”I’m not leaving—” Zhu Xiaohong struggled.

’She was furious. This useless man! Such a great opportunity, and not only was he not helping her, he was trying to drag her away.’

”Wait. Don’t be in a rush to take her home,” Qin Wenhao said, stopping him.

He then looked at Zhu Xiaohong. ”You want a job? And you said any job would do, is that right?”

Hearing this, Zhu Xiaohong’s face lit up. She immediately nodded. ”That’s right. I can do any kind of work. I can handle hard labor, and I’m not afraid of it.”

She spoke the last part with great conviction.

Qin Wenhao said, ”In that case, how about sweeping the floors at the school? They happen to have an opening. It pays twenty yuan a month, which should be perfect for someone as hardworking as you.”

The smile on Zhu Xiaohong’s face instantly froze.

”You... you’re telling me to go sweep floors?”

Qin Wenhao retorted, ”Why not? Didn’t you just say you could handle hard labor and weren’t afraid of it? Besides, sweeping floors isn’t that taxing. I think it fits your requirements perfectly. It solves the problem of getting you that job you’ve been dreaming of, and it solves your family’s financial problems since Lü Feng’s pay isn’t enough.”

”I... I—” Zhu Xiaohong’s face turned beet red.

She was absolutely livid.

’Asking someone as young as her to sweep floors? What was this if not a complete humiliation?’