The team leader had taken the man away, and when Huang Cuihua, his wife, found out, she was absolutely furious.
She blamed her husband for meddling too much.
For someone with such a tiny authority, he sure dealt with a lot of matters.
He knew that Qin Ye’s wife was not to be messed with, yet he purposely approached her, acting as though he was capable.
When Mrs. Xu asked the team leader again, "Is it possible to borrow some clothes?"
Looking at the team leader’s indifferent expression, she said harshly, "I have ten yuan, to buy a warmer cotton garment..."
Ten yuan finally made the team leader’s eyes and brows twitch.
That was not a small amount.
"Wait a moment, I’ll go and ask."
"That would be much appreciated..." Mrs. Xu was truly too cold to bear.
It’s said that poor and harsh environments produce cunning people—just look! They wouldn’t even lend some clothes.
The team leader went out, and just then, his wife, with a face full of anger, came looking for him.
So, before she started to rage, he immediately talked about the clothing purchase.
Upon hearing this, Huang Cuihua cooled down, "I have old clothes I can fetch right now. Later, don’t forget to ask her for the money."
Ten yuan; she could buy a whole new outfit with that. Her old cotton-padded clothes and pants weren’t worth ten yuan.
Rong Yan and Qin Ye returned to their house, where the newly-built homes were equipped with heated kang beds, very warm.
Qin Ye casually poured her a glass of hot water, "Drink this, warm your body."
Rong Yan took it gracefully and then gave him a glance, smiling, "You did quite well just now."
She had thought this person was a tonguetied mumbler who wouldn’t speak up in front of others.
Unexpectedly, he was quite articulate.
It was somewhat beyond her expectations.
Still, the feeling of being defended was very nice indeed.
It improved her mood immensely.
"I’m sorry you had to endure that ordeal," it was a woman, and he couldn’t take action to teach her a lesson.
"It’s nothing, I never let myself suffer anyway, and besides..." Rong Yan hooked the corner of her mouth, "I usually don’t let grudges last overnight."
Hearing her say this, Qin Ye’s eyes sparkled.
His heart raced inexplicably fast... because he really liked such a wife.
That spiritedness... it was thrilling.
It made him feel an urge to hold her.
He took a deep breath, suppressing this strong desire.
"Do you want some sugar?"
The change in the subject was a bit abrupt, which surprised Rong Yan.
However, she shook her head, "No need."
Then she thought of something and looked at Qin Ye, "Her words had no effect on you? What about Ye Yu and me... what do you think?"
Qin Ye’s gaze darkened. That name... he didn’t want to hear it at all.
Much less from her mouth.
No unnecessary explanations.
Because too many explanations would be disrespectful to her.
Moreover, he also used these three words to convince himself.
Let the past, be past.
In the future, he would ensure that she only had eyes for him.
Needless to say, those three words greatly lifted Rong Yan’s spirits.
They also made her smile radiantly.
She found this man quite interesting.
Two hours later, Qin Yu returned with someone; it was still the same police officer from before.
Seeing that Qin Yu had actually brought the police, the villagers at work didn’t know what to say.
Lin Jun looked at Rong Yan, "Mr. Rong."
Rong Yan nodded at him, then quickly explained the situation.