Rebirth in 1980: The Farm Wife Makes a Comeback
Chapter 435: Is This Compensation?

Chapter 435: Chapter 435: Is This Compensation?

"This..." Qin Xiangnuan knew it was hard to bring this up; actually, if they couldn’t operate the internet cafe after getting there, the contract would be practically void. But now it seems impossible, she can’t wait that long to not get married, she really doesn’t want to marry, but Granny Lu would definitely not agree, and neither would her brother.

And Jian Zhiqing, less likely. For the next two years, he’ll definitely come across someone else. So, in the future, Jian Zhiqing’s other half, his other half, even with this contract in hand, she feels they could still fight. The selfishness under the temptation of money is more frightening than anything.

"What should we do?" Qin Xiangnuan was out of solutions, so she asked the crafty and shrewd Jian Zhiqing for advice. Let him worry about it; let him come up with a plan.

Either way, they couldn’t hurt the harmony between the two families. If they really did, she genuinely felt that not making money from the internet cafe would be better. But to be honest, the internet cafe is currently making terrifying amounts of money and sustaining so many people. If they really stopped, not to mention their own losses, the number of people who would lose their jobs is unknown. Moreover, she couldn’t bear it, as it was newly opened, and all the earned money was invested back in. Frankly speaking, they haven’t really started making money yet.

Jian Zhiqing placed his hand on top of Qin Xiangnuan’s head, like soothing a little girl who is utterly at a loss.

"You will have to marry someday."

"You will have to marry," Qin Xiangnuan sighed, mimicking his words.

"The little girl has grown up," Jian Zhiqing chuckled.

Qin Xiangnuan lowered her head, glancing at her rather impressive bosom. Indeed, she has grown up, and substantially at that. If not, would these two lumps have developed? Everyone doesn’t want to grow up. Childhood is truly the most carefree time in one’s life, but time is so cruel. It steals away your childhood, your time, your beauty, your loved ones, your health, and eventually your life.

Jian Zhiqing withdrew his hand, "Since you’re bound to marry, bound to wed, why not marry? What do you think?" he asked her, massaging the top of her head. "Would you think about this logic? Instead of adapting to a stranger whose shape is unknown, why not choose someone we already know well?"

Qin Xiangnuan’s heart tightened, feeling the excessive warmth of the large palm on her head. The hand touching her head seemed to apply a force that flowed down through her body’s meridians.

"Brother Jian, rabbits don’t eat the grass by their burrow. Too close, how can one proceed?"

"Hehe..." Jian Zhiwang chuckled, moving his large palm away and instead pinched Qin Xiangnuan’s face. Qin Xiangnuan let him pinch, after all, this old, no, young tender face of hers has been pinched by this man countless times, and he has taken his liberties. Of course, she hasn’t taken fewer liberties with this man either.

It seems they’re indeed too familiar, closer than friends, less than lovers, more like well-known relatives. No, not relatives either, it’s a strange feeling, as if they are fused into one soul, inseparable.

She thought, in this world, other than Granny Lu and big brother, Jian Zhiqing weighs the most in her heart. Even if she marries someone else later, she can be sure that no one can outweigh Jian Zhiqing’s importance to her. She would face blades for him because he is her Doraemon.

But she’s also quite scared, yet doesn’t know what she’s afraid of.

She started picking up the contract one by one from the table, feeling like a duck being forced onto a perch. And she is that duck, plucked, skinned, and being roasted on the grill, turning into a plate of succulent roast duck.

At night, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, she would recall Jian Zhiqing’s words. She bit her fingers in her mouth, almost biting her nails off.

What to do, yes, what to do indeed?

She threw off the covers, sitting up, feeling restless and unable to sleep, suffering from insomnia.

She entered the system, and actually, the system caused even more insomnia. The system’s time differs from the outside; she always feels spirited here. Otherwise, sometimes she would sit for several hours, not feeling overly tired.

And as the night falls, it’s even harder to fall asleep.

She opened the system panel, only to see that the system had become more humanized and displayed a long string of "ZZZ" characters.

What does this mean,

Is it sleeping?

You slept, she propped up her face on the desk, indeed, it was a long and sleepless night.

System, wake up.

I’m thinking about something, Qin Xiangnuan sighed, still lying on the desk, unable to lift her spirit.

Compared to my last life, I’m really fortunate in this one. My brother is still alive, Granny is here, I have family, I’m no longer alone. No matter when, I always know there will be a light, a bowl of rice, someone waiting for me.

She gently narrowed her eyes, the person who lit the light for her seemed to be neither Granny Lu nor Qin Xiangyang. Now that she thinks about it, when she first arrived in the Capital City, she was alone and making money by doing business in the park, but when did it all start?

Back then, someone reached out, took the pancake with vegetables from her hand. Maybe that was the start, some bonds seem to come from there, unknowingly intertwined for so many years. Back then she wasn’t young, she moved here during high school, and now, she has finished college. How long has it been, six years, over two thousand days and nights, just passed by. How many six years can one wait in life, and how many can one go back to? How many people in this world can, like her, start over after ending a sad life?

No regrets to live it all over again.

She closed her eyes, her long, dense eyelashes also shielded her eyelids, under her eyes, a hint of pale grey appeared, a sour bitterness filled her nose, forcibly squeezing out some tears that weren’t of sorrow.

Her Doraemon, six years, ah.

Not a passionate spectator, but a long-standing waiter.

Over two thousand days and nights, a silent companionship.

How long can you accompany me?

Until death, okay?

Suddenly, she smiled, but in her smile, she tasted the sorrow of her last life, the bitterness of this life.

Is this perhaps the compensation given by heaven, compensating for the sadness, loneliness, and aimlessness of her last life, and even for her premature death, giving her such good companionship.

Perhaps, just maybe because it’s been too close for too long, she has forgotten, right?

Is this what they call, not recognizing the true face of Mt. Lu, just because one is in it, or that saying, the spectator sees the game better?

When she woke up again, she was still in the system, and the system still displayed a few characters, ZZZ...