I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 262: Exhilarating

Chapter 262: Chapter 262: Exhilarating

"What are you doing, you’re going to the lab again?" Qiao Qingyu asked.

"The cultivation research of the mycelium has reached a crucial moment, and I cannot relax. I won’t be back for a while. I’m sorry you’re having to work so hard at home," He Xiuyu said guiltily.

"You’re not going to visit the Space Laboratory again?"

He Xiuyu shook his head, but as his gaze settled on his lively wife, the color in his eyes deepened and he changed his mind. He took off his coat again and pulled Qiao Qingyu into his arms, "Right now, I just want to see you." He leaned down, and his cool lips pressed against her red ones.

In fact, he had missed her too.

He had longed for her so much that even if she hadn’t reached out to him, he would have come home in these few days.

Though it was daytime, with the door locked and the curtains drawn, they indulged themselves just the same.

He Xiuyu returned to the lab feeling refreshed and energized.

...

Qiao Qingyu had finally accomplished a major task and didn’t feel like going anywhere else. Moreover, she was extremely tired. Having been so intensely intimate with He Xiuyu for the first time, her voice was a little hoarse, so she decided to take the afternoon off.

...

When she received a call in the evening, she was shocked. How had He Shan managed to transfer to Xichuan?

He called her, planning to take He Xuerong to stay for a while because he had found out that both members of the couple were very busy.

When He Shan arrived, He Xiuyu made time to leave the lab, and father and son had a small drink together.

He Shan felt very gratified, never having expected his second son and Qiao Qingyu to lead such a sweet and beautiful life together.

Seeing is believing.

Even if his eldest son had told him they were doing well, he still worried without seeing it for himself.

His granddaughter Rongrong was simply like a little fairy, smart, witty, and polite, speaking in a gentle, soft voice that could melt his heart.

He was very thankful to Qiao Qingyu.

He Xuerong also was very sensible, and she no longer wanted to be in the senior class of the kindergarten.

Her little aunt was very busy every day, yet still took care of her, and she felt sorry for her too, so she happily left with her grandfather.

But she told Qiao Qingyu that once she finished farming, she would come back. She also informed Qiao Qingyu that she and Xiao Hu had agreed that they wanted to be farmers in the future.

Qiao Qingyu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry; this must be what they call ’you are who you befriend.’

...

When the first light rain of Xichuan came, spring plowing had also ended.

And He Xiuyu’s experiment had finally come to a close, and he was ready to go to Beijing to report on his work.

He Shan became busy too, and he had to send Rongrong back.

The key point was that He Xuerong also knew that her little aunt was done with spring farming.

Since He Shan had arrived and was ready to go to Beijing, He Xiuyu decided to stay.

He Shan was busy with work and could only stay for a couple of days at their house.

By the time he brought Rongrong back, it was already afternoon.

If the location had been Beijing, things might have been a bit awkward. However, the location was Xichuan, and now Qiao Qingyu and He Xiuyu were truly husband and wife, so psychologically, they would have to accept that sooner or later they would all be one family.

It was already April now. In Xichuan, if it were any other year, the place would still look desolate, but this year was different.

Barley Grass had already taken on a hint of green, dotting the edge of the horizon with signs of spring, and as he walked this path, He Shan was filled with emotion.

He had never expected Qiao Qingyu would be walking this same road today.

Seeing Qiao Qingyu, he felt somewhat dazed, but he quickly regained composure. It was said that Qiao Qingyu bore a strong resemblance to Wu Xiucai’s wife, yet she wasn’t much like Han Xianglan; she had inherited the best qualities of both her parents.

But in his heart, he sighed. What would it be like if Han Xianglan could have stayed by Wu Xiucai’s side?

Even with his rich imagination, he couldn’t picture it at all—or perhaps, he didn’t dare to.

Qiao Qingyu had prepared the washing water and, picking up Rongrong, kissed her fiercely. It had been nearly a month, and she really missed the little girl.

When bored, the little girl was particularly good at cheering you up.

He Shan wasn’t big on appetite and didn’t feel like eating stir-fries. Luckily, Qiao Qingyu had made bone broth that morning—the pork bones bought from the base’s store had been simmering until now, creating a fragrant and rich flavor.

So Qiao Qingyu rolled out some noodles.

Last autumn, she had washed the remaining cilantro, braided it into ropes, and hung several strings in a cool place.

With the arrival of spring, she planted garlic sprouts.

Her hot white noodle soup was topped with a poached egg and sprinkled with garlic sprouts and cilantro, finished with a few drops of sesame oil. Even the usually picky He Shan suddenly felt famished.

Although he didn’t want stir-fries, Qiao Qingyu still mixed up a plate of sweet and sour shredded radish and stir-fried a dish of cabbage and black fungus, accompanied by two side dishes of pickles. The dinner was not only varied but also looked quite lavish.

In He Xiuyu’s memory, his father was always a very serious man. However, it was only during dinner that day that he noticed more white had crept into his father’s temples, and his expression was unusually tender throughout the meal.

He Shan stayed in the bedroom that He Xiuyu used to occupy. The chimney was surely clear, and although it was April, the evening was still chilly, making the room not so warm, yet the little kang was heated and cozy.

He Shan had peace of mind regarding the two of them. Though both were busy, their life seemed to be thriving.

He enjoyed the atmosphere in his son’s home. No wonder Rongrong always spoke nonstop about her "little aunt."

The only issue was that his wife, although she had stopped giving opinions on the marriage, did not like Qiao Qingyu deep down—and Juanjuan shared the sentiment.

They both adopted the attitude of living one day at a time, avoiding contact with Qiao Qingyu whenever possible.

On this matter, he felt powerless and truly could do nothing.

Nor did any opportunity arise for them to see the good in Qiao Qingyu.

Particularly his only daughter, Juanjuan, who had quit her job to start a company with someone else. To his eyes, it was nothing but a shell company, its sole advantage being their parents’ influence.

In the early stages of reform, too many were looking to leverage that kind of influence.

He was simply too busy at the moment to deal with Juanjuan’s business, and he could only instruct Meng Siqi to keep an eye on her to prevent any significant missteps.

He had to be stern. If Juanjuan’s mistakes were severe, they could impact the futures of He Xiuwen and He Xiuyu. Only by conveying this gravity would Meng Siqi take it seriously.

Though his mind was swirling with thoughts, He Shan quickly drifted off to sleep.

...

He Shan had other business on this trip too, regarding Wu Xiujie.

Wu Xiujie had begun tree planting and afforestation again, with great energy—getting interviewed, appearing in newspapers, desperately crafting the image of a patriot.

His first goal was to purchase the plot of land where Qiao Qingyu had planted grass.

He had been active since last year, but due to the lack of policies allowing free trade of land, he had to abandon the idea.

Then, he started to think about contracting.

Unfortunately, Qiao Qingyu already had an agreement in place from when she contracted the land last year. If the land was to be contracted again, she would be the first in line; only if she didn’t want it could it be offered to someone else.

Last year, after bumping into resistance at Qiao Qingyu’s, Professor Dong wasn’t too keen on dealing with her. Wu Xiujie sent Wu Peng with a check to persuade Qiao Qingyu to transfer the contracted grassland and the successfully cultivated small plot of Willow Wood Forest to him.

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