Back to the 1980s: Becoming the Villain's Lucky Wife

The summer vacation passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, September 1st was just around the corner.

Qin Jiao had sold all the wild vegetables and mushrooms from her space. She then made a discovery: the vegetables watered by the Spiritual Spring were noticeably more vibrant.

’Even when the wild vegetables and mushrooms are gone, I can still sell other things.’

’Of course, those are all temporary solutions.’

Qin Jiao added water from the Spiritual Spring to the dough her parents kneaded, and the steamed buns they sold were snapped up every single day.

Although she didn’t want to get any closer to Shen Yi, Qin Jiao had a soft spot for Mr. Du. So, every few days, she would go to his house in the morning to deliver fresh, steaming buns.

Of course, these buns also contained Spiritual Spring Water.

Mr. Du smiled amiably. ”Xiao Jiao, I feel like my illness has improved a bit after eating your family’s buns.”

Qin Jiao smiled. ”That’s great news! Grandpa Du, I start school tomorrow, so I might not have time to deliver buns in the morning. But my parents sell them. I’ll have them pass by your house, and they’ll call out. If you want some then, you can just get them directly from their cart.”

”But I can’t just keep taking them from your family.”

”Grandpa Du, you’ve given Xiao Shi and me so many things recently, too.”

Mr. Du had even given them several potted plants. One of them, a clivia, was doing exceptionally well, and Su Yun absolutely loved it.

Besides, as Qin Zhonghui said, a few buns didn’t cost much, and life wasn’t easy for an old man.

Qin Zhonghui and Su Yun were kind and generous people by nature.

It was just that the Qin Family relatives had taken too much advantage of their kindness in the past. The fact that his seemingly impartial eldest brother, Qin Bogang, who also lived in the county town, hadn’t made any effort to contact his family was enough for Qin Zhonghui to see his relatives for who they truly were.

Before she left, Mr. Du pressed a few imported candies into Qin Jiao’s hand. ”Your parents’ buns are delicious,” he said.

Qin Jiao smiled. ”They used to work as migrant laborers, mostly as cooks. They even worked in a restaurant for a while.”

Mr. Du asked curiously, ”Have they ever thought about opening their own shop?”

”They’ve thought about it, but we don’t have the money yet. We’ll start with a mobile stall, and once we’ve saved up and have more experience, we’ll think about opening a proper shop.” Qin Jiao’s smile was calm and confident. She believed her parents could definitely run a successful shop.

’Before that, I need to find a way to earn more money so I can help them open it.’

Mr. Du looked thoughtful.

Qin Jiao looked up and saw a young man in a white T-shirt and casual jeans walking out of the house. His skin was as fair as ever, his gaze just as cold.

Qin Jiao called out, ”Shen Yi!”

The aloof young man’s cold demeanor seemed to vanish in an instant at the sound of her voice.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but it was a small gesture. After all, in his two lifetimes, he had rarely ever shown such a genuine smile.

But the young man was trying.

Because the beautiful girl he was watching was now running up to him, her eyes shining, and holding out a twenty-yuan bill.

Shen Yi was speechless.

When Qin Jiao saw that he wasn’t saying anything, she spoke up. ”Shen Yi, I’m paying you back.”

The corners of Shen Yi’s mouth turned down. He snatched the money from her hand and stormed off.

He moved with such a furious pace that he seemed to be carried by the wind.

Qin Jiao was exasperated. ’What is wrong with him? Why is he mad that I’m paying him back?’