Back to the 1980s: Becoming the Villain's Lucky Wife

There were too many people around, making it inconvenient to discuss certain things. Shen Yi didn’t elaborate, and Qin Jiao couldn’t be bothered to ask. He was acting like he was going through menopause, all moody and unpredictable.

By the time they got home, they were both a little soaked from the rain. It wasn’t dinnertime yet, so they decided to heat some water for a hot shower.

But as soon as they entered the room, Qin Jiao spotted a computer on the natural wood desk and said in pleasant surprise, "Shen Yi, you brought the computer back?"

"Yeah, but this was the only model I could get right now. You’ll have to make do with it. I also brought back a set of related books."

Shen Yi leaned against the doorframe, his bangs damp from the rain, giving him an indescribable, sentimental air.

Qin Jiao’s gaze lingered for a moment before she said, "Oh, right. What was it you wanted to tell me earlier?"

"Go take a hot shower first. We don’t want you catching a cold."

The more he hemmed and hawed, the more curious Qin Jiao became. She quickly took a hot shower, and then it was Shen Yi’s turn to wash up. In their current state, they were very much like roommates who got along extremely well.

A little while later, Roommate Shen finished his shower. With his hair still dripping wet, he walked over to Qin Jiao, rubbing it with a towel.

Qin Jiao was booting up the computer to check it out. The model was quite old—one of those big, clunky ones with an outdated operating system. But even so, a custom-built setup like this would still cost seven or eight thousand.

Qin Jiao said in shock, "Shen Yi, you bought two of them?"

"Yeah. We’ll have a lot of practical exercises in class, and we’ll need them for writing code."

"But we could have just shared one!"

Shen Yi froze. He had figured Jiao Jiao could just use it whenever she wanted—after all, it wasn’t like he was short on cash. But after hearing what she said, he started imagining the two of them sharing a single computer, his arms wrapping around her as he taught her...

Shen Yi felt his throat go a little dry, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He was suddenly filled with regret.

’A miscalculation!’

Qin Jiao said, "I know you have money, but you can’t just waste it."

"I was wrong, Jiao Jiao. I promise I’ll ask for your opinion next time."

"That’s not necessary. How about this: tell me how much the computers cost in total, and I’ll pay you back when I have the money."

Hearing this, Shen Yi’s expression changed. He planted his hands on the desk, trapping Qin Jiao between it and himself. "Jiao Jiao, as long as our marriage exists, you don’t need to draw such a clear line between us. It’s just like the clothing factory—there’s no ’yours’ or ’mine.’ It’s all ’ours.’"

"Fine." Qin Jiao reached out and pushed him. "Now can you back off a little?"

Shen Yi didn’t move. He said, "Jiao Jiao, on the subway earlier, there was something very important I wanted to ask you."

"What is it?"

"You said before that we’re inside a book, and that Lin Nian is an outsider who ruined it. In that book, the original you was entangled with Shen Feng."

Qin Jiao was completely speechless. "Shen Yi, are you ever going to drop this? Haven’t I told you already? I could fall for anyone, but it would never be someone like Shen Feng! Besides, even though Lin Nian isn’t a good person, her feelings for Shen Feng were genuine. And what was the result? Shen Feng has probably forgotten Lin Nian even exists by now. A man like that is actually terrifying. You can rest completely assured, I will not fall for him."

"It’s not about Shen Feng. What I mean is, in that book... were there any other men who liked you?" Shen Yi’s expression grew even more melancholic as he recalled the green leaf that had fallen on his head earlier.

Qin Jiao: "..."

But in that instant, the image of Xu Zhengyang, whom she had seen earlier that day, flashed through Qin Jiao’s mind.