Rebirth in 1980: The Farm Wife Makes a Comeback
Chapter 347: Making an Exorbitant Demand

Chapter 347: Chapter 347: Making an Exorbitant Demand

So, let it be flipped.

Just that she really feels quite discontented.

"Brother Jian, you really know how to attract bees and butterflies."

"Is that so?" Jian Zhiqing also lazily stretched out his long legs under the table, astonishingly long, it’s truly a shame not to be a model. Of course, that face is even more of a waste, not being born in the right time, no, not being of age.

"Isn’t it?" Qin Xiangnuan’s gaze moved from his legs to his face. What’s the use of long legs, what’s the use of looking good if you still can’t wear dresses?

What brought those bees and butterflies, Jian Zhiqing asked Qin Xiangnuan in return, then condescendingly tapped her forehead with his finger, "They were originally drawn by you. Now why is the calamity being diverted eastward, trying to attract them onto your Brother Jian’s body? Wouldn’t I be at a loss then?"

"Brother Jian, don’t you take pride in that?"

Qin Xiangnuan pushed away Jian Zhiqing’s finger, "Look, such good bees. Brother Jian is like a big peony, truly loved by everyone, attracting bees so easily with such a physique."

"Hmm..." Jian Zhiqing drew out a long note, then suddenly leaned in close to Qin Xiangnuan, "Our little Nuannuan will soon grow up too, not blossomed yet, but if she does, she’ll surely have a bee-attracting physique too. Now you tell me, what should Brother Jian do then?"

Qin Xiangnuan was stunned, staring at Jian Zhiqing’s suddenly enlarged face in front of her. This feeling was really strange, she felt somewhat embarrassed and wanted to leave, but then she remembered she couldn’t appear weak here, otherwise wouldn’t she be unable to hold her head up in front of this man in the future?

No way, she could only retreat, not advance. Even if it was tough, she had to persist.

She huffed and picked up the newspaper in front of her, "Just crush them, Brother Jian. Anyway, they’re mostly crushed already, the bees’ wings have long been plucked, Brother Jian, this big cabbage, can’t let pigs root through it."

Jian Zhiqing laughed out loud, could it be that because he’s planting cabbages in the field, she’s started calling him a big cabbage?

"Hmm..." He touched his own chin.

"After Nuannuan starts school, I’m afraid she’ll attract a bunch of bees and butterflies too. So, Brother Jian has decided that from now on..." He suddenly smiled, a smile that dazzled like a multitude of blurred flowers, causing Qin Xiangnuan to be momentarily stunned.

Decided what?

Naturally, his gaze suddenly turned cold, and the words meticulously fell from his smiling lips.

"Bring one, Brother Jian will crush one; bring two, crush two."

"Cough..."

Qin Xiangnuan almost choked on her saliva, "Uh, Brother Jian, I just remembered, I still have things to do, so I’ll get busy first." She placed the newspaper, which was the finance section and Brother Jian’s favorite, respectfully in Jian Zhiqing’s hands, "Please enjoy it at your leisure."

And with that, she ran to her room and slammed the door shut with a bang.

Yes, that was the strategy, to make a swift exit, although she didn’t know why she had to run.

"Still as timid as before, just like when you were little," Jian Zhiqing folded the newspaper neatly and flipped through it page by page. Indeed, she hasn’t grown braver over the years.

Qin Jinuan naturally didn’t hear him talking to himself. At that moment, she had dashed into her system, with a pile of books on the table—all to be memorized and recited. The exams were coming up soon, and if she didn’t do well, if she was forced to board at school, and had to live with Li Mingyan, it would be torture.

Jian Zhiqing pinched the phone between his neck and cheek, his hand regularly flipping through his briefcase, seemingly searching for something.

"I understand, I’ll come over after work. Alright, thank you, Mr. Song, for the trouble."

He spoke with a chuckle, in quite a good mood, hanging up the phone just as Jian Zhiqin had his backpack on and was ready to go to school. He glanced at his watch; it was that time already, he should head to his office.

"Little lady, wait a second."

He took his briefcase and followed her out.

Qin Xiangnuan paused and waited for Jian Zhiqing. This man, lately, he liked calling her ’little lady.’ Two can play that game; he’s only five years older than her, and she’s not little anymore. She puffed out her chest, but then realized she was being silly and quickly deflated it.

"Stand straight, don’t slouch," Jian Zhiqing tapped Qin Xiangnuan’s back, "When your vacation comes, I’ll send you for military training. Young lady, you’re growing, so don’t daydream all day."

Qin Xiangnuan tucked her stray hair behind her ear. She didn’t want to daydream. Who was making her thoughts wander?

"Brother Jian, you called me, what’s up?" She put on a serious face, mimicking an old man, which made Jian Zhiqing want to laugh, but he held it back. Otherwise, this kitty might just stretch out its claws.

"Yes, I need to talk to you," Jian Zhiqing didn’t tease her this time. A joke’s only good in moderation. They’ve lived together for so many years, and they knew each other since they were young, familiar with each other’s temperaments. Jian Zhiqing’s boundaries, Qin Xiangnuan’s boundaries—they knew them well.

But frankly, Jian Zhiqing was the smarter one, and a bit more cunning too. He usually touched upon Qin Xiangnuan’s thoughts and then quickly moved away, whereas Qin Xiangnuan couldn’t even reach a tenth of his depth.

Jian Zhiqing glanced at his wrist again, "This afternoon I’ll retrieve your screen from Mr. Song’s place, it’s all set up now."

"But..." His voice paused for a moment, "Mr. Song suggests, do you want to sell that screen? He’s willing to buy it, the price is up to you. You have a chance to ask for a lion’s share, no matter the amount, Mr. Song will agree."

He finished speaking, waiting for Qin Xiangnuan’s reply.

"What do you think? How do you feel about it?"

Qin Xiangnuan frowned slightly. For a moment, she was tempted. The system gave her ample time to finish an embroidery, at most a year outside time, she could finish another. But some things, if there’s one, it’s precious, an achievement. But once there are more, doesn’t it become just a common cabbage? She sternly resisted the urge to take Mr. Song’s offer, especially Jian Zhiqing’s words about asking for a lion’s share.

In the end, she held back.

"Brother Jian, I’m not selling. It’s taken me many years to embroider, and I’m not short on money," Right, she wasn’t short on money. For over a year, even without doing anything, the rental income from the shops was enough for the whole family, and then there were those acres of land. Excluding Jian Zhiqing’s share, who knew how much more money they would bring in.

So, no sale.

"I understand," Jian Zhiqing put his wrist in front of her.

"You might have to run, you’re almost late."