I'm Already the Richest Man, Why Did My System Just Arrive?

Chapter 362: Chapter 202: Ten Years

”I am Xie Luohe.”

Xie Luohe suddenly rolled on top of Zheng Xiu, pressing her face tightly against his chest.

As she spoke, she ripped off her hair tie, letting her hair fall loose.

”Just like you.”

Xie Luohe suddenly smiled.

”Huh?”

Zheng Xiu was caught off guard by such a random reply.

”I said, the child will definitely look like you.”

”You mean...”

”We’ll make one!” Xie Luohe fiercely pinned Zheng Xiu down. That innate ferocity of hers only added an indescribable allure. ”We’ll make one right now!”

And so, they spent the whole night trying to make one.

Zheng Xiu decided to bury his worries deep in his heart.

If all of this was a dream, then neither he nor Xie Luohe wanted to wake up.

’Then let’s just keep going.’

「Time flew.」

Two years ago, their neighbor, Ri Di, had married two young women at the same time. Last year, he became a father, and his children all looked just like him.

Once, while happily drinking with Gongsun Mo, a tipsy Brother Ridi said he wanted his children to learn Archery from Xie Luohe when they grew up. But Xie Luohe just smiled and refused, saying she hadn’t used a bow in years and had long since forgotten how.

Brother Ridi said it was a shame but didn’t press the issue.

His two wives sat quietly in a corner of Mohe Pavilion, each holding an exquisite-looking baby, cooing softly as they looked down at them.

Watching Ri Di’s family of six, Xie Luohe couldn’t hide the envy in her eyes.

She and Gongsun Mo had tried day and night, but she still hadn’t gotten pregnant.

”Meow~”

Meanwhile, the Orange Cat, Xiaofeng, just grew fatter and fatter. It lay sprawled across the counter like a living Maneki-neko.

”It’s been ten years.”

Zheng Xiu had grown a long beard, and he studied his reflection in the mirror. He had woven a few braids into it, which gave him a particularly imposing look.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had been a married couple in the Great Desert for a decade.

Over those ten years, Richan Town had also seen many changes.

Crowds bustled, and a constant stream of people passed through.

Business at Mohe Pavilion was booming.

After another busy day, as Zheng Xiu was closing up, he counted the days on his fingers, his brow furrowing.

Every two years in June, Xie Yunliu would cross the Great Desert to visit, undeterred by wind or sand.

It was now September, and Xie Yunliu still hadn’t arrived. This place was cut off from the outside world, news was scarce, and Zheng Xiu’s eyelid twitched. A vague, ominous premonition began to surface.

「Late September.」

Zheng Xiu, for once, decided to call in a favor. He asked Ri Di to dispatch some skilled members of his Tribe to cross the Great Desert and venture deep into the Central Plains to ask about Xie Yunliu.

Ri Di readily agreed on the spot.

「October.」

Zheng Xiu keenly sensed that the atmosphere in town was different from usual.

In the past, most visitors to Richan Town were traveling Merchants stopping for a rest. But after September, many tall, menacing-looking men had appeared.

Although they had deliberately dressed like Merchants, the aura they unintentionally gave off allowed Zheng Xiu and Xie Luohe to see at a glance that they were all Practitioners.

「October 13th.」

More than ten of the town’s uninvited guests came to Mohe Pavilion and silently took their seats one after another.

Zheng Xiu had long known that a group like this was lingering in Richan Town, so he wasn’t surprised.

”They’ve killed people,” Xie Luohe told her husband with certainty.

Despite this, she remained perfectly calm. Neither she nor her husband was afraid of trouble.

The group of more than ten tall, sturdy men, disguised as foreign Merchants, ordered a few jars of wine and some appetizers. One of them, who seemed to be their leader, had bulging temples and a hand thick with calluses between the thumb and forefinger. He politely called out to Zheng Xiu.

”Boss Mo, I have come from the west and wish to enter the Central Plains to do business.”

He spoke to Zheng Xiu in a halting Central Plains dialect, getting straight to the point without any beating around the bush.

”I’ve heard that Boss Mo is from the Central Plains. I wonder if Boss Mo and the Madam know the route to the ’Green River’?”