"Yanyan, in the future with these kind of things... it’s better to be more cautious. Don’t stir up trouble before achieving anything good. Sometimes, other people’s words can be sharper than a knife. You are my only daughter; I don’t bother others, I just want you to be safe and sound."
Otherwise, if something happened to our daughter, how would we, as old couple, cope?
Rong Yan fell silent at her words, "Mom, I will be more cautious in the future." That was all she could say now.
She wasn’t a saint, but when things happened right before her eyes and considering the old man’s character was decent, she still wanted to check on him.
Besides, she wasn’t someone who avoided issues. If she couldn’t handle even a small crisis, then all her previous years would have been for nothing.
Hearing her daughter talk finally soothed Madam Rong’s tense expression.
She then indignantly said, "That Huang Cuihua, previously I only felt she was a bit greedy, yet I thought she was still bearable to deal with. I never expected her to be this kind of person."
"What kind of person she is doesn’t matter, we don’t need to talk about her; she can’t manipulate us anyway." Rong Yan truly didn’t care about that woman.
Qin Ye had been silent all along.
However, seeing that his wife had calmed her mother-in-law in just a few words, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The three of them returned home.
Upon seeing them return, Rong Wenming immediately came up and asked, "How did it go? Is he okay?"
"He probably won’t make it through the night," Rong Yan remarked.
Hearing this, Rong Wenming was somewhat surprised, but also not surprised.
"It’s getting late, I’m going back to my room." Rong Yan headed to her room.
Qin Ye, who had not yet left, said to his father-in-law, "Dad, I won’t be studying that tonight..."
Rong Wenming immediately waved his hand, "Okay, go and rest early!"
"Okay." Qin Ye nodded and then followed into his room.
Seeing his son-in-law and daughter leave, Rong Wenming asked his wife, "I saw you looking furious earlier. What happened?"
Although Madam Rong had mostly calmed down during the walk, her anger surged again when he asked.
So, she narrated the entire episode that had occurred at the team leader’s place.
Lastly, she concluded, "Doesn’t that make you furious?"
"Why get angry over that? Just because she says something, does it make it true? It’s an impossible situation; any slander is futile without evidence. You have to believe in your daughter; she’s smart and can handle this."
Rong Wenming couldn’t help but chuckle, "Would you rather see a daughter who lacks any kindness and ignores others in distress?"
Actually, she really could.
She liked her daughter no matter what.
Rong Yan looked at the person entering the room and raised an eyebrow, "You’re not studying tonight?"
Qin Ye shook his head, "I’ll take a break tonight; no studying."
Rong Yan didn’t mind that, and she looked up to find Qin Ye staring at her, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Qin Ye: "Wife, you are the best."
Rong Yan’s lips twitched. Is that all?
"I have something even more impressive, look at the comics I drew today."
She handed him the small sketchbook she had prepared to submit.
It was about an educational story.
She was still a bit unsure, so she hoped for some feedback.
Qin Ye took it and began flipping through it, his eyes brightening with each page.
"Wife, your drawing is really good, and the story is quite fresh and engaging."
Rong Yan looked at him, "You think it will work?"
Qin Ye nodded without hesitation,
Giving a very high affirmation, "Definitely."
"Then great! I’ll organize it a bit more, and when you go to work at the town’s agricultural station, you can mail it for me."
"You do your thing, and I’ll think it over some more," Rong Yan hadn’t finished drawing yet, but had recently come up with new ideas and wanted to capitalize on the inspiration while it lasted.
"Okay," Qin Ye saw she had important things to do, so naturally he wouldn’t go forward to disturb her.
However, he didn’t just go to sleep; he also picked up a book to read.
About an hour later, they faintly heard sobbing.
Qin Ye put down the book and looked at his wife who had stopped drawing; evidently, she had heard it too.
He said very calmly, "The person must be gone now."
Rong Yan nodded in agreement, "Indeed, I thought they would only last half an hour, but they held on much longer. Now that they’re gone, do we need to attend the funeral?"
"You don’t need to go. I’ll handle it," Qin Ye didn’t want his wife to misunderstand, so he quickly explained, "Normally, with this kind of relationship, I wouldn’t go, but Grandma Qin had helped my grandma and dad before..."
Before he could finish, Rong Yan interrupted him, "You don’t need to explain, I know. You go ahead when the time comes, and I won’t."
Then she stood up, "I’m going to take a bath."
She had just been to that room and hadn’t bathed yet.
"Alright." As soon as Qin Ye’s words fell, he saw his wife disappear on the spot, which left him slightly stunned.
For a moment, his heart felt an indescribable emotion.
Because he didn’t like the feeling of her disappearing, it made his heart feel as if it was hanging in mid-air... It always made him unconsciously worry about what if his wife didn’t come back?
He suppressed this uncomfortable feeling in his heart.
Even though he didn’t like his wife disappearing into that space, he would never voice it.
Fortunately, Rong Yan came back very quickly, in just half an hour.
When she came out, she had changed into a cotton nightgown, and even her washed hair had been dried in the space villa.
"What are you doing just sitting there?"
Rong Yan noticed he was sitting very stiffly, as if he was somewhat rigid.
She couldn’t help but suspect... Could this guy have been maintaining this position ever since she entered the space?
Qin Ye smelled the pleasant scent of her bathed body.
His tense heart then relaxed.
He thought about going over to hug her, but remembering that he hadn’t bathed yet, he stood up instead, "Wife, I’m going to take a bath."
With that, he walked out, and just as he reached the outside, he remembered that he hadn’t answered his wife’s earlier question. But since he had already walked out, there was no need to go back to answer it.
Rong Yan didn’t mind; she directly flipped back the quilt and got into the kang.
The warm kang was quite nice; there was no need for anyone to warm the bed anymore.
Qin Ye returned quickly, and that night, the couple didn’t do much but just cuddled up together and purely slept.
The next day, Qin Ye still got up quite early, but just when he had finished washing up, he heard knocking outside.
He then walked over to open the door, and seeing it was Qin Shoulin, he was quite surprised.
But he quickly understood why he was there.
"Qin Ye, my dad is gone..."
Qin Ye: "Condolences."
Qin Shoulin had not come just to deliver the news; he had come specifically to ask Qin Ye for a favor.
"Qin Ye, Uncle begs you for something, can you come with me to the police station now? My dad passed away last night, and I need to discuss this with my older brother at the station."
"Okay," Qin Ye had already guessed his intention, so he didn’t refuse.
"Thank you. When can we leave? Should we go now?"
Qin Ye nodded, "Sure, you ride a bicycle, and we’ll meet at the entrance of our village."
"Okay." Qin Shoulin originally wanted to say he would ride his bicycle, but since Qin Ye said so, he just let his nephew Qin Liangcai ride and take him.
It’s even better with Qin Liangcai coming along.
Qin Ye watched him leave, then headed to the kitchen.
Madam Rong had heard the conversation too, so when she saw Qin Ye come in, she directly took a few steamed buns out of the pot.
"Qin, you eat these first; it won’t take much time, just get some out of the pot."