Chapter 67: What About the House?

Fu Mingxue slunk back to her own room, feeling dejected.

She lay on her bed, but all she could think about were Qin Wenhuo’s words—Aren’t most people supposed to be humble?

How could he brag like that?

Especially when he’d said, so bluntly and forcefully, “I want a real marriage. Since I married you, I never planned to live like a monk.”

Ugh—she really had messed with someone she shouldn’t have.

And now she’d gotten herself all tangled up in it.

Aaaah—

That night, Fu Mingxue dreamed, and her dreams were filled with Qin Wenhuo’s face.

In her dream, he was chasing after her, insisting on consummating the marriage.

Heavens, how terrifying!

Early the next morning, she came out with two huge dark circles under her eyes.

“Morning.”

Qin Wenhuo’s cool, clear voice instantly jolted the wilted Fu Mingxue awake.

She almost blurted out, “What are you doing here?”

But then she remembered—he’d stayed at her house last night.

The moment she saw his face, she couldn’t help but think of that dream where he’d chased her all night, and her cheeks flushed bright red.

She didn’t even dare look him in the eye and quickly ran off to wash her face—

Qin Wenhuo: …?

Still, he didn’t miss the way her face had turned scarlet in an instant.

He raised his brows slightly—his little wife really was pretty. He almost couldn’t resist reaching out to pinch her cheeks.

After washing her face, Fu Mingxue finally calmed down.

She was no spring chicken, so why was she afraid of him?

It must be because in her previous life, she’d never really been with a man.

That’s right, she’d never even slept with a man in her last life.

Was she going to stay celibate this time around too?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Now that he was here—good looks, great body, the cream of the crop—why shouldn’t she sleep with him?

Her brain was finally back online.

Sleep with him, she must!

Every time she slept with him, she’d be gaining something.

No matter how you looked at it, she’d be coming out on top.

Once she’d figured it out, her mood soared to unprecedented heights.

Just then, her mother walked out of the kitchen.

“If we’re leaving on the second day of the new year, then we shouldn’t buy too many New Year’s groceries. Otherwise, we won’t finish them and they’ll go bad.”

“Mom, what about the house when we leave? The old Fu family has had their eyes on it for ages. If we leave, even if we don’t give them the keys, they’ll probably find a way to break in and move right in.”

With the authorities so far away, there was no way to stop them.

Her mother was worried about this too.

They definitely couldn’t sell the house—it was their roots. Besides, her husband had bought this house back in the day.

Back then, buying and selling houses was rare, and Mingxue’s father had pulled a lot of strings to get it.

This house was a way for her to remember him.

She didn’t want the old Fu family to take over the house, but she also didn’t want to find someone else to move in and look after it.

No matter how she thought about it, she couldn’t come up with a good solution.

“—Maybe I just shouldn’t go after all.”

Fu Mingxue: …?

Is she really this indecisive?

Just then, Qin Wenhuo walked over.

“Mom, don’t worry about the house. I’ll take care of it. I won’t let them take it from you.”

Mother Fu looked up in surprise, delighted. “Son-in-law, you really have a way? What is it?”

Even Fu Mingxue looked at him curiously.

She really wanted to know what he had in mind.

Qin Wenhuo’s gaze lingered for a moment on Fu Mingxue’s eager, inquisitive face, then he looked away as if nothing had happened.

“Mom, don’t worry about it. I won’t let anyone take over this house. When we leave, just lock up and go.”

Fu Mingxue: …?

What’s with this guy?

Mother Fu was clearly very happy—her trust in this son-in-law was through the roof.

“Alright, I won’t ask. I’ll leave it to you.”

Fu Mingxue: …?

Wait, Mom, aren’t you even going to ask what his plan is?!"