Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chapter 1085: Chapter 1079: Naming her Qing Yuran_1 Chapter 1085: Chapter 1079: Naming her Qing Yuran_1 Qing Zhu’s smile sweetened after hearing Qin Xue’s words. She had encountered a trafficker and then met the kindhearted Qin Xue. Even though Qin Xue was helping her with an ulterior motive, at least she had told her and gave her a choice. Friends like her are not common; hence, she felt she had gained something.

“Alright, it’s a deal. You better keep your word when the time comes,” Qing Zhu extended her hand.

“Hmm, a gentleman’s promise is not to be withdrawn,” Qin Xue high-fived her. They both laughed.

“You’re quite good at cooking, Qin Xue. Have you ever thought of opening a restaurant?” Qing Zhu asked while eating the food Qin Xue cooked.

“Nope, I don’t have that ambition or the time. How about you help me manage it once I open one?” Qin Xue joked with Qing Zhu. She had never imagined opening a restaurant. Her cooking skills were quite average; it wasn’t feasible. Besides, Yingying already owned one in the Imperial Capital with a modern business model. If she were to also open one, what would it be for, competing with Yingying?

“Sure, I will help you once I get my matters sorted,” Qing Zhu replied. Still, she had to figure out how to help Qin Xue as she hadn’t laid her personal problems out crystal clear yet.

“Awesome, I’m counting on you then.” Qin Xue had no intention of opening a restaurant, but she did need Qing Zhu’s help with other things. As long as she was willing, no matter if she was to aid Yingying or herself, it would work.

“Hmm.” Qing Zhu was committed to her words. When the time came, she might either help Qin Xue or go to Qin Xue with her child, whichever she could remember.

This way, she didn’t have to make a difficult choice; the only trade-off was that her daughter had to move around with her.

“By the way, Qing Zhu, what’s your daughter’s name? We can’t just keep calling her ‘tiny one’, can we?” Qin Xue asked as she looked at her soundly sleeping daughter. This nickname ‘tiny one’ was proposed by Qin Xue because she was born prematurely and hence small, but luckily, she was healthy and would grow up nicely with proper care.

“How about naming her Qing Nu? She’s my, Qing Zhu’s, daughter after all, no?” Qing Zhu was unsure what name would suit her child. She had been named Qing Zhu, and since she gave birth to this girl, ‘Qing Nu’ seemed quite fitting, too.

“Your daughter’s name couldn’t be more casual, could it? Aren’t you afraid she might blame you for it when she grows up?” Qin Xue had never seen such a nonchalant mother when it came to naming a child.

“Then you suggest a good name for her.” Hearing Qin Xue’s words, Qing Zhu straightforwardly asked her to decide the name.

“I don’t even know the name of her father, let alone your surname. You want me to suggest a name, are you messing with me?” Qin Xue gave Qing Zhu a contemptuous glance. Qing Zhu’s name was already casually chosen; how could she help name her child?

“You have no idea what name to choose but accuse me of being casual. Wow, I’m speechless.” Qing Zhu looked at Qin Xue and couldn’t help shaking her head.

“How about having her surname Chu to make her my goddaughter?” Qin Xue thought it wasn’t bad to have another daughter.

“Not suitable, what if your son falls for her when he grows up? Let’s forget about it.” Qing Zhu rejected the idea. The idea of her daughter becoming her sister-in-law sounded bizarre.

“How can you be so sure my son will marry this ‘tiny one’?” Qin Xue stared at Qing Zhu. She made such statements without ever having met Qin Xue’s sons, which might backfire in the future.

However, Qin Xue couldn’t imagine this tiny girl really becoming her daughter-in-law. But discussing this now was still a bit early; let’s leave it for the moment.

“Don’t you know that fate is often mysterious? Since you’ve saved us, it wouldn’t be unacceptable for my daughter to devote herself to your son as a form of gratitude, right?” Qing Zhu blithely said and saw nothing wrong with thinking this way.

“That works, then she won’t be my goddaughter but might be destined to be my daughter-in-law. Given this, you must give her a prettier name.” Qin Xue added, as shouting ‘Qing Nu’ all the time didn’t seem right.

“Let’s call her Qing Yuran,” After some consideration, Qing Zhu suggested.