Chapter 102: Not the One in Charge

Lu Chuan kept quiet, looking a bit timid.

Fang Yuan sat up excitedly. “Come on, tell me! What good stuff is it? I’ll get it for you so we can both get stronger.”

Lu Chuan looked at Fang Yuan, whose face was practically burning, and mustered his courage. “If you give me a kiss, I’ll…”

Before he could finish, Fang Yuan smacked him across the face.

Lu Chuan clutched his head—it really hurt. “You—why do you always resort to violence?”

Fang Yuan put her hands on her hips, not looking the least bit delicate or wronged. “You’re being a pervert!”

Lu Chuan got anxious and tried to reason with her. “We’re husband and wife! You can sleep soundly, but I can’t even get a kiss?”

Fang Yuan shot back, “What does that have to do with anything?”

Lu Chuan thought to himself, maybe it’s one thing if his mother-in-law shirks responsibility, but he can’t. If his wife only half-understands things and ends up making a fool of herself, or worse, he gets cheated on, then he’d have no one to blame but himself.

Steeling himself, he closed his eyes and lunged at Fang Yuan, ready to take a beating if he had to.

He really did catch Fang Yuan off guard—otherwise, he’d never have gotten away with it.

But Fang Yuan’s reputation as a tigress was well-deserved. Once she recovered, Lu Chuan found himself on the floor, not even sure which foot had kicked him down.

Fang Yuan covered her mouth, glaring at Lu Chuan. “I can’t believe you’re this kind of person.”

Lu Chuan rubbed his face and touched his lips, insisting, “Other married couples are like this. This is how a proper relationship should be.”

Fang Yuan glowered at him. “Still trying to sweet-talk me?”

Lu Chuan climbed up from the floor and sat at the edge of the bed, thinking, Fang Yuan’s temper is really something. If I want kids, I’ll have to train myself to take a beating first. “I’m not trying to sweet-talk you. I just want you to know that your way of wanting a kid is different from others. I’m just trying to help you protect yourself.”

Lu Chuan felt a bit embarrassed—he knew his reasoning was flimsy and mostly just an excuse for his own desires.

No sooner had he sat down than Fang Yuan started pummeling him again, sending him right back to the floor.

The key was, Fang Yuan felt she’d lost face, so she warned Lu Chuan, “Just you wait. Try fooling me again and see how I deal with you.”

Then, in a huff, she announced, “Go to sleep!”

Lu Chuan sat on the floor, not daring to get up. How could he sleep? What if he got beaten again? When it came to matters behind closed doors, Lu Chuan never had the final say.

Fang Yuan barked, “What are you dawdling for? I told you to sleep!”

Lu Chuan, imitating Fang Yuan’s bossy tone but with a hint of cowardice, asked, “Where should I sleep? How should I sleep?”

Fang Yuan knew all about Lu Chuan’s thick skin. “What do you mean, how should you sleep? Get up here and rest properly. I already kissed you, now you’d better think hard about ways to make money.”

Then she asked, “Did it work?”

Lu Chuan was confused. Did what work?

Fang Yuan clarified, “Did your brain get a proper rest? Can you think of ways to make money now?”

See, even at a time like this, she hadn’t forgotten her original goal. Lu Chuan wondered if he could endure another beating just to ask for another kiss.

Fang Yuan was impatient—she believed every investment should have a return. “I’m asking you a question!”

Lu Chuan finally understood—Fang Yuan wasn’t going to let him get a kiss for nothing.

He slowly climbed onto the bed, hugging the blanket and laughing so hard he couldn’t stop, even when Fang Yuan hit him.

His own Fang Yuan was really practical—even after a kiss, she was worried about not wasting it, making sure he got proper rest for his brain.

Fang Yuan, face dark, kicked Lu Chuan several more times. “So this is what you’re like. No wonder my mom says men are all bad—disgusting.”

Lu Chuan stopped laughing. “How is it disgusting? You’re just thinking wrong. I brushed my teeth.”

Fang Yuan snapped, “You—shut up! Stay away from me from now on.” Then, “Go to sleep. That kiss was wasted on you, what a loss for me.”

Which set Lu Chuan off laughing again. Fang Yuan couldn’t even be bothered to hit him anymore. Clearly, this tactic wasn’t working—his brain didn’t seem to be improving.

Fang Yuan soon fell asleep, but Lu Chuan was still laughing, still thinking—he’d probably never find another woman like Fang Yuan, someone who let him laugh so freely.

The next day, Lu Chuan wanted to take Fang Yuan home, since school was starting tomorrow and he had to make a trip.

Fang Yuan refused to let him waste money on tickets going back and forth. “I’m not a kid. I won’t get lost. You don’t need to see me off.”

Lu Chuan insisted, “No way, I won’t feel at ease otherwise. Come on, let’s go.”

Fang Yuan casually added, “You don’t need to see me off. I don’t want to leave, anyway.”

Lu Chuan’s eyes lit up. “How about we look at some houses? If we can’t buy, we can rent. I’ve checked—houses near the university aren’t that expensive.”

For someone as concerned about spending as Lu Chuan, Fang Yuan didn’t even get mad. “That’s not it. I want to check out the construction site again. They have a lot of building tools I’ve never seen before.”

Lu Chuan’s brain still wasn’t working right from yesterday. He asked, “Don’t you want to keep me company?”

Isn’t that obvious? You’re going to school—what would I stick around for? Not making money?

Fang Yuan said, “Why is your mind always off track? If we had money, would I need to scrimp and save to buy a house in the provincial capital?”

Lu Chuan was full of reluctance to part, but couldn’t say a word. So his wife’s priority was making money first.

Maybe one day, if he was covered in cash, Fang Yuan would put him first.

Fang Yuan started urging Lu Chuan, “Aren’t you leaving? Don’t you have to go to school?”

Lu Chuan replied, “What school? Tomorrow. Today I’ll go to the construction site with you.”

Fang Yuan was delighted. Actually, she wasn’t even sure she could find the site again.

Turns out, Fang Yuan didn’t come all this way to see Lu Chuan off—she came to broaden her horizons.

Her idea of sightseeing was visiting construction sites. And that wasn’t all—Lu Chuan, ever the pushover, seeing how happy Fang Yuan was, took her to a big market for hardware, farm tools, and building materials.

Inside, there weren’t just cement mixers, but also other construction tools Fang Yuan had seen on site—electric drills, jackhammers, plate compactors. It was a real eye-opener for her.

Fang Yuan didn’t even want to leave—she wished she could take it all home. This girl’s interests were truly unique.

Lu Chuan thought, in the future, if Fang Yuan got mad, it wouldn’t be a silk scarf or a hair ribbon that could cheer her up—he’d probably have to buy her a crane.

His thoughts wandered off track, and several times he couldn’t help but look up at the sky, laughing at himself. Then he’d remind himself to work hard and make money—otherwise, he’d never be able to make his wife happy.

Looking at the prices, Lu Chuan wondered if Fang Yuan’s hobby counted as being wasteful… or just plain wasteful. They’d probably never save any money.

After two construction jobs, they actually had a bit of money at home.

Seeing how much Fang Yuan liked the tools, Lu Chuan asked, “Did you bring any money?”

Fang Yuan replied, “Of course. We’re not at home—where else would I keep my money but on me?”

So when they left, Lu Chuan and Fang Yuan had an extra toolbox. There weren’t any big items inside, but there were a few small, practical tools.

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