Chapter 132: The Rascal’s Tactics

Fang Yuan was a bit sly when talking to Lu Chuan. This man was such a spendthrift—she couldn’t let him know the details, so she answered vaguely, “Just a little.” And with that, she didn’t tell Lu Chuan anything more.

Lu Chuan protested, “Is that something you need to hide? You’re not treating me like family.”

Fang Yuan replied openly, “You’re so reckless with money. I’m afraid if you know how much we have, you’ll just waste it.”

Lu Chuan pointed at himself, “Me, waste money? I haven’t even thought about buying a crane.”

Fang Yuan didn’t think she was in the wrong, “That doesn’t count. That was to make money.”

Lu Chuan couldn’t help but ask a pointed question, “And the money you spend—do you ever keep track?”

Fang Yuan didn’t feel guilty at all. She nodded, “Nope, never.”

Lu Chuan pointed at his own nose, “Well, I don’t keep track either. I don’t even want to know how much money we have.”

Fang Yuan said, “My mom said, as long as a man can earn money, he doesn’t need to know how much is at home.”

Lu Chuan: “I’ll listen to Mom.” Then he asked, “How much has Fifth Brother saved up?”

Fang Yuan: “He’s saved over three thousand. He won’t let Mom know. He’s really something. I’ll tell Mom later, just ignore him.”

Lu Chuan just nodded, “Oh.”

Fang Yuan looked at Lu Chuan, then suddenly realized something. She pounced on him, pinning him down, “Alright, you’re trying to trick me, aren’t you? Tell me, are you planning to waste money?”

Lu Chuan had his arm twisted, but he wasn’t worried at all. He even played along, crying out “Ouch, ouch!” and begged for mercy, “No, no, I really don’t know. I’ve forgotten everything. I haven’t even counted how much you made with the mixer. When Fifth Brother comes in a few days, I won’t know how much he made either.”

Oh man, so he actually knew everything. She’d been hiding it for nothing! Fang Yuan roared, “You’ve been keeping track of all this?”

What could possibly be hidden from this man?

Lu Chuan burst out laughing. Fang Yuan, annoyed, pressed down harder and twisted his arm, “Don’t you dare think about that money, got it? The family’s money isn’t for wasting.”

Lu Chuan admitted defeat, “Got it, got it. I’m saving it for my wife to buy a crane.”

Fang Yuan let go and released him, “As long as you know.”

Lu Chuan didn’t dodge or push her away, just let Fang Yuan pin him down. He turned his head to look at her, “Are you satisfied now? Feel better?”

Fang Yuan said, “If anyone asks, you’re not allowed to know. Just say you don’t know. And don’t you dare lend money to anyone.”

Lu Chuan: “I wouldn’t dare.”

Fang Yuan: “You’d dare to rebel, what wouldn’t you dare?”

Lu Chuan: “After you’ve dealt with me like this, what else would I dare to do?”

Fang Yuan glanced at her own position—she was still straddling Lu Chuan’s back. Then she looked at him, her face turning red, finally feeling a bit embarrassed.

From his angle, Lu Chuan could see Fang Yuan’s face turning pink. He felt comforted—his wife could still get shy. But the next second, he was stunned as Fang Yuan casually slapped his butt and said, “Get up, this position looks ridiculous.”

Then she just went off to wash up as if nothing happened.

Lu Chuan took a long time to recover. Did I just get teased? I definitely just got teased, right?

He buried his head under the covers, his heart pounding, mind in chaos, wondering over and over—was Fang Yuan embarrassed or was it on purpose?

There was no way to get a good rest after that.

Meanwhile, the slightly embarrassed Fang Yuan came back in and saw Lu Chuan with his head under the covers. She frowned for a while, thinking, This guy is so sly—he definitely doesn’t want to leave, just wants to sleep in the big bed.

Remembering what her sisters-in-law had told her, Fang Yuan calmly lay down to rest.

With someone lying beside her, Lu Chuan didn’t move at all, but his mind was racing. She, she, what does she mean by this? Not kicking me out—she must be interested.

Lu Chuan’s head was full of wild thoughts, until he was sweating from holding it all in. When he finally poked his head out, Fang Yuan had already decided—Lu Chuan just wanted to sleep in the bed, nothing more.

So Fang Yuan fell asleep.

Lu Chuan’s wild thoughts evaporated. Might as well sleep. Overthinking always leads to more loss than gain.

Lu Chuan decided, with a dark face, that he needed to work on being more proactive in the future.

But the next morning, Lu Chuan realized that overthinking wasn’t all bad. The bed was small, the weather was cool, and the result was that the two of them had snuggled together.

Lu Chuan was a bit of a romantic. In his eyes, this was “sleeping with necks entwined”—a sign of deep affection.

Fang Yuan got up and rubbed her neck, “You’re such a restless sleeper. What’s wrong with you? I think I’ve got a crick in my neck.”

Lu Chuan’s position was even more twisted than Fang Yuan’s, and his neck was sore too. But he held out, “You’ll get used to it.”

Fang Yuan looked up at him in disbelief, “Get used to such an uncomfortable position? Are you crazy?”

Lu Chuan didn’t dare look up, but he still said, “We’re husband and wife. We have to sleep together, so we have to get used to it.”

Fine. Fang Yuan just opened the door and left, her face burning from this rascal’s words.

Lu Chuan was left grinning foolishly at the bed. The bed was still too big—should’ve made it smaller. He rubbed his neck. It really hurt.

It was pain mixed with happiness. Fang Yuan actually got shy—she definitely ran off in embarrassment.

Lu Chuan dawdled for a long time before struggling to get up. His neck really was uncomfortable. This sleeping position needed some adjustment. If they really got used to it, one of them would have to go to the hospital.

When Fang Yuan came back, she was carrying breakfast.

Since coming to the provincial capital, this was what Fang Yuan liked best—breakfast was so convenient, with vendors right on the street.

She saw Lu Chuan sitting there, eating breakfast with a pitiful look, complaining to her, “My neck hurts. Can you give me a massage after breakfast?”

Fang Yuan: “Serves you right. You’re a grown man and still so restless in your sleep.”

But in the end, she put down her youtiao and started massaging the back of Lu Chuan’s neck.

Lu Chuan sat while Fang Yuan stood behind him, massaging his neck. He took a bite, then held up the youtiao for Fang Yuan to take a bite, and even asked if she wanted some soy milk.

Fang Yuan thought, In this position, if I tried to drink soy milk, wouldn’t I just spill it all over Lu Chuan’s head? “I’ll drink it myself in a bit.”

Then she teased Lu Chuan, “Tell me, can anyone really get used to sleeping like that?”

Lu Chuan insisted, “That’s just the wrong sleeping position. If I behave tonight, it won’t happen again.” He was quite adamant.

Fang Yuan seriously suggested, “I think you should just get a bigger bed.”

Lu Chuan: “No need, I was just embarrassed. Tonight will be better.”

Even someone as easygoing as Fang Yuan couldn’t help but retort, “How does that have anything to do with being embarrassed?”

Lu Chuan blushed, but still insisted, “I really was embarrassed.”

Then Fang Yuan grabbed her tools and left. He was being so shameless, yet claimed he was embarrassed.

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"Chapter 133: Girls Are Outgoing