I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 169 Qiao Qingyu’s True Identity!

Chapter 169: Chapter 169 Qiao Qingyu’s True Identity!

The children here only had a couple of games to play together, either messing with mud or playing war.

As expected, they were all covered in mud, like little monkeys.

Su Yunyao frowned slightly in disgust.

He Xuerong glanced at her, and the smile on the little girl’s face gradually disappeared. However, when she heard Su Yunyao say that her little aunt had called them back for lunch, Rongrong tugged at Xiao Hu, and he immediately stood up and waved to Dashun, Daji, and Xiao Xiao, "Rongrong and I are going back now. You three should head home too."

The three kids seemed reluctant to leave but knew that Aunt Qiao had guests today; otherwise, they would have run into the yard much earlier.

The three children scampered off, holding hands.

Su Yunyao hesitated for a moment, preparing to reach out and take He Xuerong’s hand, but the little girl twisted her body and ran off beside her.

Su Yunyao stood by the wall of Mr. He’s home, overgrown with climbing ivy, watching the small figure disappear into the yard.

The little girl seemed a bit tanned, different from when she first arrived, but she looked much livelier and her face was more expressive. She wore a pink dress with a pair of sandals in the same color, and her hair was tied into two braids, topped with bows made from pink satin.

This was the most common attire of the era, but He Xuerong appeared like a little Princess, even though her little face and hands were dirty, it didn’t detract from her delicate beauty. Still, she couldn’t remember anything about He Xuerong, as if the memories of her had been inexplicably erased.

Because it was summer, even at five o’clock, the sun was still hanging over the western mountains, but the sudden chill made Su Yunyao quickly walk back to the He family’s yard.

In the cool bamboo pavilion to the east, Xiao Hu and Rongrong were obediently washing their faces and hands.

She stood on the steps and saw He Xiuyu and Qiao Qingyu standing side by side in the kitchen, very close to each other because He Xiuyu was tall, so he bent down to talk to Qiao Qingyu. After a few words, the next moment, He Xiuyu was sitting in front of the stove, starting the fire.

The heat in front of the stove was intense in the summer. She saw sweat on his nose and forehead.

Su Yunyao entered the kitchen and said with a smile, "Qiao Qingyu, Xiao Hu and Rongrong are washing up. Is there anything I can help with here?"

"There’s nothing more, go to the living room. Shen Haoze is inside too."

Su Yunyao didn’t really want to stay in the kitchen; firstly, she had no interest in cooking, secondly, it was too hot, and after just a short while, her back was already drenched with sweat, and thirdly, she didn’t want to witness the intimate exchanges between these two.

Hence, she hurried to the living room and immediately saw Shen Haoze drooling over the dishes on the table, crunching on a cucumber he was holding.

Su Yunyao frowned slightly and said softly, "Shen Haoze, mind your image."

Shen Haoze froze for a second upon seeing Su Yunyao, but soon smiled, "Yunyao, come and try this. The cucumber is so sweet and crunchy, it’s delicious, the best I’ve ever had in my life, even better than apples."

Su Yunyao let out an almost inaudible sneer but said nothing. After all, the living room was connected to the kitchen, and there were no sofas in the living room. Each household at the base had been provided with a long bench, and it seemed that the seat cushions on it were woven from reeds, making it soft and cool to sit on, quite comfortable.

Looking around, she had to admit that He Xiuyu’s house, although sparingly furnished and simple, was exceptionally clean and tidy, everything arranged in an orderly fashion.

She withdrew her gaze, feeling somewhat suffocated, thinking she shouldn’t have come, but she should have seen what this place was like a long time ago.

Was it different from what she remembered?

Su Yunyao lowered her head, concealing the thoughts in her eyes. Of course, there were differences – quite big ones...

In her last life, she had visited He Xiuyu’s house. The yard was desolate, and the wall was bare. The furniture assigned by the base had not changed for two lifetimes, and the standard of issued items remained the same. However, this life brought a few pots of unknown plants on the window sill.

The pots were fired by He Xiuyu himself, and the flowers and plants on them must have been planted by Qiao Qingyu.

Lush and dripping with vitality, some had already developed flower buds—it was easy to imagine, when they blossomed, what kind of scene would fill the room.

It seemed Qiao Qingyu had indeed lit up her planting skills.

But why had she done nothing in her last life? She remembered someone once saying that having grown up in the countryside, she should be able to plant some vegetables. Though the soil was poor, planting cabbages and spinach in spring could still yield a harvest.

She remembered Qiao Qingyu had even scolded that woman thoroughly.

She even shamelessly declared that she had finally flown out of the countryside and would never touch any of that farm work again.

That Qiao Qingyu did nothing but knew how to enjoy life and loved to dress up.

Every month, she would squander He Xiuyu’s entire salary.

Right, back then He Xiuyu’s expression was different from now—it could even be said he was like a different person.

She remembered that he had already grown white at his temples when he was only thirty.

He Xiuyu rarely returned to his residential compound home. When he did, it was usually payday, and moreover, they had no children.

That’s why she felt so much compassion for He Xiuyu.

Yet now it seemed that the current He Xiuyu did not need her compassion at all. He was doing quite well, walking with lightness, his eyes brimming with a gentle watery smile when he spoke with Qiao Qingyu.

He frequently came home and confidently left Rongrong in the care of this woman and, even if she wouldn’t admit it, she had to acknowledge that the current Qiao Qingyu was vastly different from that foolish countrywoman.

So even if Qiao Qingyu was not reincarnated, she certainly had another identity.

For instance—a possessed soul!

Su Yunyao slowly stood up, took a few steps forward, and looked at Qiao Qingyu busily working in the kitchen. Her eyes were deep and inscrutable, her mouth curved in a strange smile.

No rush; she now had to change her strategy. She wanted to befriend this Qiao Qingyu, she desired to get along with her just like best friends.

Then she would know who this Qiao Qingyu really was.

She would find out from where this wandering spirit came, who had taken over Qiao Qingyu’s body. Su Yunyao would even prefer her to be the same fool as before.

Because that woman was just too easy to deal with, with nothing in her head but eating, drinking, and merry-making, as if it was stuffed with bunches of grass.

But this one, at times, was like a little witch—it seemed, at this point, no one could handle her.

There were just too many bloody examples.

At this moment, Su Yunyao’s heartbeat quickened a bit. A wandering spirit, huh? If He Xiuyu found out, not knowing where this wandering spirit came from, not knowing if it was male or female, young or old, occupying Qiao Qingyu’s body, would He Xiuyu still smile so tenderly, would his step still be so light?