Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 192: Brother-in-law is the Ex 92_1

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Brother-in-law is the Ex 92_1

Huang Jing had no idea about Ho Zhen and his wife’s matters because she was busy house viewing.

Amid everyone’s anticipation, the long-awaited house had finally reached the stage of handover.

No matter how busy they were with work, everyone’s thoughts were now firmly on the house they were about to receive.

Especially the impatient ones, who had already started discussing which interior decoration company to hire.

Those without houses were eager to get their homes renovated sooner to avoid paying more rent.

And, of course, those who had properties elsewhere in Shanghai also hoped to live closer to the company.

If they could shorten their commute and get home quickly after work, it would save them the exhaustion of a long drive home after a tiring day, which was quite a strain.

These past couple of days, Xia Ke and Fan Chen had also been discussing how to renovate the house, taking into consideration that they might need elderly help to look after children in the future, so they planned to renovate one of their two houses first.

"Let’s renovate mine first; it’ll be a good way to learn from mistakes." Fan Chen had done quite a bit of research these days and knew very well that renovation could be a pitfall.

It could be said that almost no one avoided falling into some sort of pitfall when renovating their first house.

For them, it wasn’t really about worrying over money—they were quite satisfied with their earning abilities.

Their concern was ensuring that after spending a considerable amount of money, both the quality of the results and the safety would be guaranteed.

The key point was that no matter whom they consulted, nothing could replace personal experience.

Everyone has different habits; what others think is good might not be suitable for them.

The best approach was to try it themselves to truly understand, Xia Ke said excitedly to the quietly eating Huang Jing, "Xiao Jing, how can you not be excited?"

It was very strange indeed, for if it were her, she would have been ecstatic by now.

A house somehow didn’t excite Huang Jing as much; although this was the first time she would own a house, it really wasn’t anything new for her actual body.

She had bought houses many times before, including large estates, so a small house just didn’t stir the same excitement in her.

But knowing the original owner’s significance to it, it was indeed a house of her own, her home.

"I had ideas about this a long time ago." Renovating a house according to the original owner’s preferences was of course important, though much of it would still depend on her convenience.

Huang Jing had already had her own ideas about how to renovate the house? Xia Ke was utterly confused by Huang Jing’s words, "Aren’t you busy?"

"Yes, busy, but that doesn’t stop me from looking forward to my future home," said Huang Jing lightly as she spoke about her rough plan for the house.

Xia Ke didn’t listen closely to what Huang Jing said about arranging the house. At this moment, she had only one thought.

That was, the new house’s renovation must include a dressing room, "so I can hang all my clothes."

No matter how busy she was with work, she couldn’t miss out on shopping, or the clothes.

Huang Jing certainly shopped as well—the original owner earned a lot but sadly didn’t spend much on herself, and she envied Huang Lei for being able to dress so glamorously.

Since the original owner had this desire, it was naturally imperative to fulfill it.

Fan Chen looked at the excited Xia Ke and wanted to say that if there were a dressing room in the house, there would be no study room left; they had to consider a room for the children.

Alas, Fan Chen looked towards Huang Jing with wistful eyes—she really had given him a big predicament.

If he had known she wanted a dressing room, he would have bitten the bullet and directly bought a four-bedroom house from the get-go.

He definitely wouldn’t have chosen a three-bedroom one; now everything was set for renovation, and suddenly there was this big problem.

What to do? Fan Chen felt an immense pressure that was truly extraordinary, at a loss for what to do.

Helplessly, he turned to Shen Lan, hoping this omnipotent god-like friend could help solve the problem.

When faced with his friend’s plea for help, Shen Lan could only look away, as he was knowledgeable about computers but truly clueless about home renovations.

As for understanding women more, sorry, that wasn’t his strong suit either, so the couple would still have to discuss and find a solution slowly on their own.

Shen Lan once again decided that once the house renovations began, he would stay away from his friend, to avoid the inevitable complaints and griping.

As for renovating the house, Shen Lan was indifferent; to him, a house was merely a place to rest.

He really had no other demands.

The other three were well aware of the god-like friend’s temperament and wouldn’t consult him on this matter.

The trio began to discuss animatedly about the house renovations and Huang Jing insisted repeatedly, "I want underfloor heating."

She could compromise on how the house would be renovated, but underfloor heating was her absolute bottom line.

Otherwise, it would be unbearably cold in the winter, and she couldn’t adapt.

In the past, she would turn on the heater as soon as she got home, but it was never enough to warm the entire place comfortably; now that she had the means, there was no reason to suffer.

Underfloor heating? Isn’t that just central heating? Is that really necessary in their city?

Xia Ke and Fan Chen were both stunned; installing such a system costs money, and running it isn’t cheap either—it’s not a small figure by any means.

It’s not that they couldn’t afford it, but they just felt it wasn’t necessary to spend extra money on this.

Many believe that installing central heating in the South is a waste, "On those winter days without sunshine, doesn’t it feel gloomy, and doesn’t that make you feel down?"

"Even if there’s sunshine during the day, by the time we get home at night, the house is still freezing cold."

"Even running the air conditioner doesn’t cut it; not only does it leave your mouth and throat dry, but only the room is warm."

"I think the electric bill isn’t any lower because of it."

"Once it’s installed, the whole house will be warm, it’ll be comfortable to hop around inside."

"Especially when you guys have kids, you won’t have to worry about them kicking off the covers at night and catching a cold."

Sigh, at this point, Huang Jing couldn’t help but exclaim, the girl who once said she didn’t want to get married was already planning for it.

Although they hadn’t known each other for long, just since the May Day holiday, their constant dating and common interests had led them towards marriage.

Looking at them, there was no talk of not having children after marriage, so childcare was naturally on the agenda.

"As for Fan Chen, I remember your parents are from the North; they’re used to having heating, but do you think they can adapt to the South?"

Although Huang Jing didn’t know what Fan Chen’s parents were like, the impression Xia Ke gave was that they were decent people.

Huang Jing remained reserved about the proposal, having not spent much time with them, she had no idea what they were like.

Why miss out on something that could make both herself and her in-laws comfortable, especially when an otherwise good room would become a dressing room—which in-laws would like that?

With such an arrangement, even if Fan Chen’s parents were somewhat dissatisfied, they couldn’t voice it.

"That’s true," Fan Chen recalled how his parents had felt the city was prosperous when they visited Shencheng but found the winter too cold to adapt to.

If they were to come and help with the kids later on, they would struggle without heating, but with it installed, Fan Chen was confident his parents would adapt.

"We’ll install it, definitely," Fan Chen concluded. It’s just money, after all; if you’re going to spend a lot, you might as well spend a little more.