After telling Qin Xingye her plan, someone came to call him away, saying there was an urgent matter at the company.
Qin Xingye reminded her to go to bed early before leaving. Qiao Yuewei, not one to let herself feel wronged, happily went into her space, took a bath, and did her skincare.
The space had plenty of washing machines. Qiao Yuewei wanted to move one out, but drum-type washing machines didn’t seem to exist yet, so she reluctantly gave up that idea.
After napping half the afternoon, she wasn’t sleepy at all. She decided to pack things in her space—so many items shouldn’t go to waste.
She went to a second-floor shop filled with vintage items. There were quite a few things: besides clothes, there were many distinctive household items, like enamel mugs, hot water flasks, and thermos bottles. Fortunately, none of these had production dates.
She packed some clothes and some daily necessities. When she went to the city, she planned to send them through the post office under a pseudonym: “Ai Xin Qiao”. Every future shipment would use this code name.
Good deeds deserved a name!
Then Qiao Yuewei went to the third floor, the food section. Many foods had expiration dates only on the outer packaging.
She picked snacks suitable for children and also collected flour and rice.
As a child, she had heard her grandfather say that many places—especially in the countryside—couldn’t support a large family with just what grew on the land.
In the city, orphans had welfare homes—but what about the countryside? Thinking about her little uncle being abducted at such a young age, who knows how much suffering he might have endured if taken to a rural area? Her heart ached.
She removed the outer packaging of the rice and flour, keeping the inner transparent bags. It was a bit troublesome, but compared to what she planned to do, it was nothing.
Fifty bags of rice and a hundred bags of flour—these were all meant to be sent near Haicheng.
After almost an hour of work, Qiao Yuewei looked at her collected goods and smiled contentedly.
After leaving the mall, she went to the farm behind it.
Packing things she could do herself, but farming? She couldn’t handle that.
“If only planting and harvesting could be automatic…”
Suddenly, a panel appeared before her. Seeing the options, Qiao Yuewei grinned.
Not only could she plant with one click, but she could also delegate management with one click. She even saw options for one-click harvesting and one-click packing. Wouldn’t that mean she wouldn’t even need to pack things herself anymore?
Qiao Yuewei clicked “One-Click Plow.”
After a dozen minutes, the land was plowed. Then she clicked “Plant” and “Water”.
Amazing—it was like a real-life QQ Farm.
Having fun, she plowed a few more plots, managing half the land this way.
Before leaving her space, she took another quick bath. After hours of work, she felt a little sleepy. Qin Xingye hadn’t returned yet, so she went to bed first.
The next day, Qiao Yuewei slept until naturally waking up.
As for Qin Xingye, he had returned from the company and was naturally sleeping in the next room.
Qiao Yuewei got up, washed, and went to the living room. On the dining table were two lunch boxes and a thermos.
She heard movement in the yard and went out to see Qin Xingye washing up, shirtless.
At first glance, broad shoulders and a narrow waist—but looking closely, the defined waist and strong, toned arms looked almost sculptural.
A typical case of “clothes make you look slim, but take them off and there’s muscle.”
Qin Xingye finished washing his face and unexpectedly met Qiao Yuewei’s gaze.
With his keen hearing, he had heard her approach long ago.
“The clothes got wet, so I hung them here to dry.” He pointed to the clothesline.
Qiao Yuewei raised an eyebrow. Wet clothes couldn’t be helped, but Qin Xingye had reminded her of something important.
She’d have to get a hairdryer and a drying machine. On good weather days, it was fine, but what about bad weather? She’d have to do it in Uncle Ren’s name.
Seeing Qiao Yuewei staring absentmindedly at his waist, Qin Xingye cleared his throat awkwardly. “Breakfast is on the table.”
Qiao Yuewei realized she had been daydreaming and turned back to the living room.
Opening the lunch boxes, she found buns and steamed bread. In the other box, she was surprised—it contained small wontons.
She grabbed a small bowl from the kitchen, served a portion, and pushed the box of wontons in front of Qin Xingye after he dressed.
“Eat with me?”
Qin Xingye’s lips curled slightly. “Okay.”
He peeled an egg and placed it in Qiao Yuewei’s box.
“These are the eggs Sister He gave yesterday. Try them.”
Qiao Yuewei nodded. A small bowl of wontons, a bun, an egg, and a cup of soy milk—she patted her slightly rounded stomach and after two minutes, got up.
She couldn’t be this lazy. Eating like this every day without exercise would soon make her gain weight.
Qin Xingye finished the rest of the food, his eyes following Qiao Yuewei. “What do you want for lunch? I’ll buy or make it for you.”
Qiao Yuewei walked beside him. “You can cook?”
“Yes, whenever I’m not busy.”
Qiao Yuewei smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Qin Xingye, we really complement each other. You can cook, I can’t; you can train recruits, I can’t…”
Qin Xingye’s ears turned red.
The first part of her sentence was fine—but the second part…
Rarely blushing, he was caught off guard by Old He at the company.
“小 Qin, do you have a fever?” Old Jiang glanced at him—why was his face so red early in the morning?
Qin Xingye’s skin was naturally pale, even after years of training, still lighter than most others.
Feeling awkward, he averted his gaze. “No. Commander, has my marriage application been approved?”
Old Jiang looked at him sideways. “Oh? Already anxious, huh?”
Yesterday, after his fiancée left, she had praised Qin Xingye’s future wife to the skies: a fairy descended to earth, beautiful when she smiled, sensible, and polite.
Even Old Jiang felt a twinge of envy. His wife had never praised anyone like that!
Qin Xingye stayed silent.
Old Jiang had been his commander for years and older by over ten years. Since Qin Xingye joined the army at seventeen, they had survived life-and-death situations together. Their bond couldn’t be explained in a few words.
So Old Jiang knew Qin Xingye better than anyone.
“How is she? Has your fiancée settled in?”
To be honest, Old Jiang was a bit worried. Besides being handsome and skilled, Qin Xingye’s temperament could be infuriating.
Always a cold expression. The girls from the performing troupe would get excited, try to talk to him, and he wouldn’t even glance at them. In his eyes, there was only training and missions.
Of course, that was before Old Jiang knew about the fiancée. Later, he understood Qin Xingye—and realized he was a good man.
“She’s very nice.” Mentioning Qiao Yuewei, Qin Xingye’s expression softened noticeably, a subtle change that didn’t escape Old Jiang’s eyes.
He marveled—what kind of person could soften a steel man like Deputy Commander Qin so completely?