Ye Wenxi immediately understood what Liu Xiuyun meant by “plans.”
It wasn’t about a wedding date or any military arrangements.
Liu Xiuyun herself was one of the top intellectual women of the era.
Trained under renowned doctors, she rose purely through her own expertise to become the director of the military district hospital.
In this family, besides her, sister-in-law Li Shufen was a school principal, and the youngest sister Lu Weihua was a university student at Harbin Institute of Technology.
All were women who built their lives on real talent.
Because of this, she cared deeply about her future daughter-in-law’s abilities, vision, and aspirations.
This wasn’t prejudice; it was the wisdom of someone who had been there.
She understood all too well that for a marriage to be harmonious and equal, the couple’s mental and intellectual levels needed to be aligned—or at least not too far apart.
Otherwise, even the best start could eventually become a life of miscommunication, like speaking different languages, or even drifting apart entirely.
Her son Lu Weidong was exceptional—should he marry only to find a housekeeper? Only to carry on the family line?
Absolutely not.
So, she wanted to hear directly from Ye Wenxi about her own vision for the future.
At the dinner table, silence fell immediately. All eyes turned to Ye Wenxi.
She put down her chopsticks, straightened her posture, and spoke clearly and calmly:
“In the short term, I plan to submit designs to some organizations, trying out different design projects.”
“I’ve liked drawing since I was a child, and I have some ideas and interests in this area.”
She paused briefly, scanning the faces around the table, then continued:
“In the long term, I hope to systematically self-study and prepare to take the university entrance exam.”
Her words left everyone at the table stunned—even Lu Weidong turned to look at her, clearly surprised.
Last year, the national college entrance exams had just been reinstated, and thousands of young people whose education had been delayed were furiously reviewing, desperate to pass this narrow bridge to opportunity.
Indeed, it was the most legitimate path to changing one’s fate.
For Ye Wenxi, her real skills could only be properly utilized through the route of “getting into university.”
“Good! Excellent! Ambitious!”
Lu Zhenghua’s voice rang out with clear admiration. He appreciated young people with drive.
Lu Weihua adjusted her glasses, curious, and asked further:
“University? Do you have a specific field or school in mind?”
Ye Wenxi smiled modestly: “It might be too early to discuss specifics.”
“I plan to first catch up on the basics, especially math, physics, and chemistry.”
Her tone grew firm: “Since I have the chance now, I want to make the most of it and study as quickly as possible.”
“Compared to you, Wei Hua, I might be a bit older,” she said warmly, looking at the youngest sister at the table.
“But compared to my future self, starting now is the earliest I can.”
Her words were neither humble nor arrogant—they showed clear awareness of reality and a resilient, unyielding spirit.
The educated women of the Lu family exchanged glances, their expressions noticeably changing.
After dinner, they chatted casually, the atmosphere remaining friendly.
Later, Lu Weidong led Ye Wenxi to her prepared room.
The room was tidy: a double bed, a wardrobe, and a desk by the window.
Ye Wenxi’s eyes lit up at the sight of the desk.
She didn’t need much—just a place to read and write was enough.
“Today was rushed; not everything is ready yet,” Lu Weidong said from the doorway, his voice crisp in the quiet room.
“I’ll take you tomorrow to get some daily necessities and clothes.”
Ye Wenxi felt awkward. Besides the dirty, old outfit she had just changed out of, she had no decent clothes to change into.
In other stories, transmigrators either had a system or some special advantage.
She had… nothing.
She hesitated but eventually asked:
“How… did you explain us to your family?”
Lu Weidong’s gaze was calm:
“I said I rescued you from human traffickers, you had nowhere to go, and you’re temporarily staying with me.”
“Later, we had a meal together, talked, got along well, and drank a little—an impulsive moment after the wine.”
When they said “impulsive after the wine,” both recalled the chaotic, passionate moments from last night.
For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.
Their faces flushed slightly, avoiding each other’s gaze.
Ye Wenxi felt her face burn hotter.
Last night, the dim light had made everything hazy.
Now, with Lu Weidong’s distinct, striking face and solid frame under his clothes in front of her, the memories returned vividly.
Even her usually composed “cool exterior” couldn’t help but blush; she quickly turned away.
Pretending to examine the bookshelf, she mumbled, “Oh… got it. Well, you should get some rest too.”
Lu Weidong’s ears glowed red as well, heat lingering.
“You’ve had a long day; get some rest,” he said, voice slightly tight, then closed the door behind him.
He didn’t linger in her room. Though the “rice was cooked,” the circumstances were different—some things still needed to be avoided.
Ye Wenxi lay on the bed. No phone, no shows, no internet.
She tossed and turned, unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling.
Suddenly, a gentle knock came at the door.
“Second sister-in-law, are you asleep?”
Ye Wenxi froze. That voice and address… Lu Weihua?
She quickly got up, threw on her jacket, and opened the door.
Lu Weihua stood there, holding a tall stack of books that nearly reached her chin.
“These…?”
“Quick, help me carry them. Too heavy,” Lu Weihua’s voice came from behind the books.
Ye Wenxi reached out and caught most of them.
Together, they piled the books on the desk with a rustle, instantly covering most of the surface.
Politics, math, language, physics, chemistry…
A complete set of high school textbooks and review materials.
Plus thick stacks of fresh blank paper.
Two fountain pens, several pencils, even erasers and rulers.
Ye Wenxi looked at the “complete set” and half-joked:
“Did you move the whole house to me?”
“I won’t need them anymore. Luckily, Mom didn’t throw them out—I didn’t expect they’d be useful,” Lu Weihua replied.
Ye Wenxi flipped open a math textbook. It covered functions and geometry.
A quick glance gave her a sense of the content.
The high school materials of this era were overall simpler than what she had studied in her previous life.
Still, with two generations of difference, many details—especially the memorization-heavy subjects like politics, history, and geography—would require her to start from scratch.
“Little sister, I really don’t know how to thank you,” Ye Wenxi said sincerely.
These books and supplies weren’t just tools—they were timely acceptance and support.
“It’s family. No need for thanks,” Lu Weihua waved, gently closing the door to block outside noise.
She sat by the bed, looking at Ye Wenxi with more curiosity and closeness than she had shown at dinner.
“There were too many people at dinner to chat properly. Second sister-in-law, can we talk for a bit?”