The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 133 It's all because of my husband.
On December 24th, morning light streamed in through the closed curtains.

Qian Jin got up by himself today.

Wei Qinghuan refused to get up, so she woke him up and then pretended to be asleep.

She needs to take another day off today.

Qian Jin got out of bed and moved around a bit, supporting his back. He realized that Wei Qinghuan was right last night; his job was special, so he couldn't indulge in sensual pleasures and had to conserve his energy for work.

This kind of thing should be done in moderation.

In the morning mist over Silver Beach not far away, several old fishermen were shoveling ice shards off their wooden boats.

Hardworking people have begun to enjoy the pleasures of labor.

He told himself, "I need to work hard today. Tomorrow is Sunday, and I have to go to the countryside."

"Whether it's noon or night, you need to get a good rest. You can't become a slave to your desires!"

I was busy this morning.

I came back for lunch.

Wei Qinghuan was sweeping the floor when she saw some leftover snacks on the carpet, so she bent down to pick them up.

Qian Jin decided that he must resist the control of his desires tonight and not use them at noon today.

That evening, Wei Qinghuan came out happily, humming a song, after taking a shower. She turned her head to dry her hair and asked:

"I forgot to tell you, when I was packing your things this afternoon, I found a pair of long nylon stockings in your bag."

"I think it's thin, but how am I supposed to wear it in this cold weather?"

Qian Jinfo, whose mind was already as calm as still water, was suddenly thrown into turmoil. He said, "You'll know when you put it on."

The next day, December 25th, when Qian Jin got up, he found that his back and legs were a little sore and weak.

Wei Qinghuan asked him curiously, "Didn't you sleep well last night? You don't look well, and your eyes are a bit dark."

"By the way, are you going to the countryside today? I'll go with you, husband and wife should go together."

Qian Jin coughed and said, "No, no, we're not going. There's nothing urgent. Let's just stroll along the beach and relax today."

Wei Qinghuan asked doubtfully, "Walking by the sea in this windy weather? And there's no sun today, it's cloudy, I'm afraid it'll snow again."

Qian Jin helped her imagine: "Just think about it, we're walking on a snowy beach, you're wearing a wool coat and that beautiful scarf, and you'll be wearing lipstick—"

"White sandy beaches, blue seas, fiery red lips..."

"Damn it, if I don't abstain from sex today, I'll abstain for a week from now on!"

On December 27th, Qian Jin got out of bed, stretched his waist, and then went out.

His legs felt weak today.

It snowed lightly yesterday, and the roads were very slippery.

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This caused him to wobble on the handlebars and almost slip!
Qian Jin was furious. After bracing himself on one leg, he slapped the seat with his hand and yelled, "You're like a cotton pile on fire—you're beyond saving!"

"Alright, you already have a playmate, a lifelong playmate. This isn't a one-night stand, so there's no need to rush!"

He started riding his bike again, but almost slipped and fell again.

This time, it's not my fault, little brother.

His legs went weak.

Qian Jin stopped the car to rest for a while, then raised his hand and swore: "For at least the next three days, I will absolutely abstain from sex. If I can't do it, I'll become a eunuch."

"Of course, if my wife seduces me, that's a different story!"

He thought it was impossible. Wei Qinghuan was afraid of him now and wished she could treat him with the utmost respect rather than be a close friend like Guan Zhong and Bao Shuya.

This is true.

Qian Jin went to work, and Wei Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief.

After marriage, she was suddenly subjected to intense sexual activity, and it happened continuously. She couldn't take it anymore, not physically, but mainly psychologically.

Physically, the hidden wound is healing very well. Qian Jin started cleaning it yesterday and gave her medication. She feels much better now and can feel that the medication is working.

But there's no medicine that can cure the psychological hurdle.

The female teacher always felt that a virtuous and qualified wife should accompany her husband to contribute to the cause of socialist construction, rather than indulging him in the pleasures of love, and even less allowing a good comrade to degenerate into a slave to desire.

She sat by the window, sipped a cup of fragrant coffee, and then turned on the radio, listening to the broadcast while gazing blankly at the Ten-Mile Silver Beach.

The warm sunshine bathed my whole body, making me feel warm and comfortable.

She didn't know how long she had been lost in thought before she decided to go for a walk. Such a beautiful villa, such an elegant environment—she couldn't just stay in the room; otherwise, it would be a waste of such beauty.

The sound of waves from Silver Beach came through the window, and Wei Qinghuan put on the red woolen coat that Qian Jin had prepared for her.

This is her wedding dress.

The brass buttons gleamed coldly in the morning light. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt a touch of bourgeois sentimentality, so she guiltily took out a leader's badge from an old piece of clothing and put it on her chest.

She wanted to go for a stroll in the famous Silver Beach Park.

As she stepped out of the guesthouse, the guard in his military cotton-padded coat gave her a crisp salute at the gate.

She nodded somewhat embarrassedly in return, and after only a few steps, someone brushed past her, followed by an argument from the gatekeeper:
"Hello comrade, we need a letter of introduction here. Please take a look at your letter of introduction."

The well-dressed woman had no letter of introduction. She said she only wanted to go in and take a look, but the security guard wouldn't let her in, and the two started arguing about it.

Finally, a middle-aged man who looked like an official came out and whispered a few words to the woman, who then left unwillingly.

After hesitating for a moment, Wei Qinghuan changed her mind and walked back dejectedly with her head down.

She didn't have a letter of introduction either, worried that she wouldn't be able to get back later and might cause trouble for Qian Jin.

Fortunately, the security guard did not stop her and even saluted her again.

Wei Qinghuan smiled and nodded in return.

The young security guard blushed with embarrassment.

Back in the villa courtyard, she decided to take a stroll around. She planned to wait for Qian Jin to return for lunch, and since the temperature was pleasant then, the two of them could go out for a walk together.

The detached villa occupies a large area and has a small garden. Although most of the plants have withered in winter, the building is not greatly affected and there are still many places to enjoy.

Wei Qinghuan paused in front of the cast iron carved gate and carefully examined the openwork iris patterned lattice on the gate.

Turning around, the roof of the four-and-a-half-story villa is not uniform; the roofs of multiple rooms are staggered and layered, with fish-scale-shaped red terracotta tiles interspersed with a few newly repaired bluish-gray tiles, like decorations on silk.

The stone beasts crouching on the eaves are adorable, and clumps of goosefoot grass sprout from the cracks, adding a touch of vitality to winter.

The cast iron railings of the second-floor terrace are covered with withered wisteria vines, and the bean pods have shriveled, but they still look charming as they hang between the carved latticework and sway in the wind.

Passing the east side of the main building, holly and wild roses grow wildly in the abandoned rose garden.

The cast iron flower stand was covered with honeysuckle vines, and there was a swing set in the middle. She went up and played on the swing for a while.

So cold.

The sound of a piano drifted from the third floor; it was a piece she had never heard before, gentle and moving.

Curious, she wanted to go up to the third floor to take a look, but as soon as she entered, she heard a trembling voice greet her: "Oh, Teacher Wei?"

Wei Qinghuan looked over in surprise and saw her former dormitory colleague: "Teacher Qin?"

Teacher Qin's full name is Qin Sumei, and the two of them just got married this year.

They couldn't help but laugh when they ran into their colleague here.

Qin Sumei was surprised to see her here, and even more surprised by the bright red woolen coat she was wearing: "Teacher Wei, your coat is really beautiful."

"I got married, and this is the wedding dress my husband gave me," Wei Qinghuan explained with a smile, then asked, "Teacher Qin, what's this?"

Qin Sumei changed her simple attire from school today, wearing a maroon plaid overcoat and a woolen hat from the capital.

The hat had a pom-pom on it, which wobbled whenever Qin Sumei spoke and shook her head.

“You know my partner works at the Municipal Hospital. He works in logistics. The hospital recently invited an expert from Peking Union Medical College Hospital to give a lecture. The expert is staying here now.”

"There were some things at the guesthouse that the expert wasn't used to, so the hospital arranged for my partner to come and deliver them to him."

She raised her arm to indicate that the net bag contained personal items such as an enamel basin, teacup, towel, and bath towel printed with the words "Municipal Hospital".

At the same time, she raised her arm and pulled her sleeve back, revealing a brand-new five-star Seagull watch on her wrist.

The watch gleamed in the sunlight.

Five Star Seagull Watches was one of the earliest watch brands in China to produce gold-plated watch straps.

It features a 17-jewel movement, and among young people, anyone who can wear such a watch will become the center of attention and the talk of the town.

After a brief introduction, she asked Wei Qinghuan, "Teacher Wei, what are you doing here?"

Wei Qinghuan frankly said, "I just got married, but my husband is very busy with work, and we don't have time to go on a trip or anything, so he applied to his workplace to bring me here to stay for a while."

"We, well, moved in the day before yesterday after the college entrance exam."

Qin Sumei's warm smile froze in the sunlight.

She subconsciously repeated the question: "Moved in? Stayed at this Silver Beach Park Guesthouse?!"

This guesthouse isn't well-known in the seaside city because it's not associated with ordinary people.

The surrounding villa area is usually off-limits to unauthorized personnel, so not many people come here.

Yintan Park is quite famous, but the gate leading to the villa area is usually not open, so few park visitors can actually come here.

However, anyone who knows this guesthouse is well aware of its high status and the high standard of hospitality it provides.

Qin Sumei had heard her husband boast about it a few times when they were dating, and she longed for it greatly.

However, after her marriage, the municipal hospital never arranged for any more guests to stay, so she never had the chance to see his true face.

Two days ago, after her husband came home and told her about the admission of experts from Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Qin Sumei decided to come and see for herself.

The expert happened to specialize in bacteria and infectious diseases, and was a bit of a germaphobe, so he was unwilling to use the public amenities provided by the guesthouse.

The leaders of the municipal hospital arranged for the logistics staff to deliver new personal items to the expert. Her husband took on this task and brought her to the Yintan Park Guesthouse.

But even though she came, she couldn't get into the expert's room.

Because these days, confidentiality is very strict. As one of the top infectious disease experts in the country, outsiders are not allowed to enter without the hospital's approval.

She was afraid of being laughed at by Wei Qinghuan, so she didn't reveal these inside stories.

When she learned that Wei Qinghuan had stayed there for two nights, she was stunned.

The draft blowing through the room felt rather chilly.

Wei Qinghuan was very clever. She noticed her colleague's awkward situation in the guesthouse and wanted to invite her colleague to her room to escape the cold, but she was afraid of being seen as showing off and couldn't bring herself to ask.

So she thought for a moment and then asked, "Where's your boyfriend? Why are you all alone here?"

Qin Sumei sighed, "That careless guy."

“The situation is different for the experts’ rooms. The guesthouse has been ordered that no one is allowed to open their rooms when the experts are not present, so anyone who wants to enter their rooms must use their key.”

"As a result, the expert took the key to the hospital in the morning. He came without the key, found that he couldn't get in and told me to wait. So he went back to get the key himself."

Wei Qinghuan suddenly realized, and then tentatively asked, "Standing here and waiting isn't a good idea. It's quite cold here. Teacher Qin, why don't we go to the room and sit down for a while?"

Qin Sumei readily agreed, "Okay."

She never imagined Wei Qinghuan would brag about anything.

Having lived in the same dormitory for more than two years, she knew that Wei Qinghuan was a kind and gentle girl.

Otherwise, if she were targeted by the other female teachers in her dormitory, she wouldn't always silently tolerate it without confronting them.

Wei Qinghuan pushed open the oak door on the fourth floor. It was already past ten in the morning, and the sunlight was so bright that it made the stained glass windows sparkle.

She took off her shoes and stepped onto the carpet, where the brandy bottle she had knocked over the night before stood conspicuously on the bedside table.

The female teacher blushed as she recalled the absurd things the two of them had done with this bottle of wine, and quickly picked it up and put it in the trash can.

As she tidied up, she greeted, "Please come in, Teacher Qin, make yourself at home."

But there was no response.

After Qin Sumei stepped into the room in her cloth shoes, she stood there frozen in place.

She looked up, her gaze fragmented by the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. During the day, there was no need to turn on the lights; the bright sunlight streamed in, slicing each facet into beautiful, colorful ridges.

She had never seen a bed, coffee table, sofa, or chairs like this before, nor curtains made of such smooth materials. There were so many things here that she had never seen before.

She tentatively stepped onto the thick, soft carpet, the snow on her shoes soaking the lotus pattern on the carpet, which greatly embarrassed her.

Wei Qinghuan understood her feelings, so she didn't bring it up and just kept busy with her own things, letting her colleague deal with the shock on her own.

There was coffee and malted milk powder in the room, and after hesitating for a moment, she decided to make some malted milk powder for her colleague.

She worried that brewing coffee, something she didn't usually encounter, would be seen as showing off. The hot water in the thermos was no longer scalding. Wei Qinghuan turned the dial on the gilded telephone, her pink fingernails gliding across the Roman numerals on the number keys, quickly connecting the call. She quietly gave her room number.

Then there was a knock on the door, and the waiter brought hot water from a different thermos.

Qin Sumei sat on a sponge stool at the foot of the bed.

Her fingertips traced the velvet surface of the quilt, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "This quilt cover is so smooth!"

Wei Qinghuan also exclaimed, "Yes, if I hadn't come here to stay, I wouldn't have known that there were such quilt covers."

She lied about that; the wool blanket Qian Jin gave her was actually smoother.

But it's obviously not something that can be mentioned now.

Qin Sumei's gaze swept over the gilded five-drawer chest, where a tape recorder was placed. She went up to look at it curiously and asked, "This tape recorder is so small, what brand is it?"

Wei Qinghuan shook her head: "I don't know either. I didn't dare touch any of their things, afraid that I would break them and then I wouldn't be able to afford to pay for them."

She laughed self-deprecatingly as she spoke.

These words greatly brought the two closer together.

Qin Sumei gradually relaxed, stroking the black lacquer of the tape recorder and saying, "What are you afraid of? Your boyfriend is a leader, do you really think the guesthouse will make you pay for it?"

Wei Qinghuan explained, "He's just a team leader of porters, what kind of leader is he? He gets to live here because of the company's benefits, and I only get to live here because of him."

Qin Sumei was very interested in the beautiful tape recorder: "Do you know how to use it? Let's figure it out together and listen to some music?"

Wei Qinghuan knows how to use it.

Because Qian Jin bought her a tape recorder when he went to the Ghost Market, and it's now in her bedroom. Every night she listens to some sweet and melodious music before going to sleep.

It was true when she said she had never used this tape recorder before, because she had opened it and seen that the tapes inside contained songs like "Red Flowers Bloom Everywhere in Dazhai," "Steel Workers Are So Proud," and "I Dedicate Oil to My Motherland," which she was already tired of and not interested in.

Now that Qin Sumei was interested, she adjusted the cassette tape, turned it on, and started playing it.

A clear and impassioned female voice rang out: "Learn from Dazhai and catch up with Dazhai, let the revolutionary spirit shine brightly, the poor and lower-middle peasants are devoted to the Party, and keep the teachings of the great leader in our hearts..."

Qin Sumei was tired of this kind of music, but now that the environment had changed, she found it very pleasant to listen to.

Wei Qinghuan picked up the thermos to make malted milk powder, but Qin Sumei noticed the coffee can and asked curiously, "What's this?"

“It’s coffee, it’s a bit bitter, I…I don’t like it,” Wei Qinghuan said, not good at lying, her words a little disorganized. “So I was afraid you wouldn’t like it either, so I thought I’d make you some malted milk powder.”

Qin Sumei suddenly realized: "Coffee? I'm used to drinking this. It's not just a little bitter, it's very bitter. My father-in-law studied in the Soviet Union in his early years, and he quite liked it."

Wei Qinghuan understood what she meant and instead brewed a cup of coffee.

The quality of this Nestlé mass-market coffee was inferior to that of the coffee Qin Sumei's father-in-law drank, but the taste was far superior. The rich, sweet aroma instantly filled her nostrils as the steam rose.

Qin Sumei was filled with awe for this.

So this is what good coffee tastes like! This sister is really enjoying it now.

She picked up the hot coffee cup and took small sips.

Unlike the bitter taste she had before, this one had a milky sweetness that exploded on her tongue. Looking at the magnificent scenery of the ten-mile-long silver beach and the azure sea in the distance, she felt as if she were on a cloud.

This is life!
The two sat in silence under the sunlight for a moment.

Qin Sumei gazed at the seaside. The silver beach, exposed after the tide receded, revealed a pearly, mother-of-pearl-like color. Waves crashed against it, shattering into crystals. Fishing boats moored in the distance swayed gently, like an oil painting.

"Do you know what material these curtains are made of?" Qin Sumei's gaze fell on the jacquard satin beside her. "They're really beautiful. Are they imported from abroad?"

Wei Qinghuan shook her head: "You know my family was originally of ordinary means, and my parents died early, so I don't have much experience and have never been exposed to these things."

Qin Sumei did know about her family background and social class.

So now, seeing her relaxed and at ease in this room that I never even dared to dream of living in, I can't help but feel a mix of envy and jealousy.

But if you look closely at Wei Qinghuan, you'll see that her mindset has changed.

At this moment, the female teacher was leaning against the sofa, the bright sunlight shining on her curvaceous and slender body, making her look like a glass beauty pushed ashore by the waves.

Soft light wove a golden net through her hair, and bright silver earrings swayed by her cheeks. The earrings seemed to be inlaid with something that looked like small crystals and broken glass, and in the sunlight, they turned into fireflies as she turned her head.

Occasionally, when she raises her hand to brush her hair aside, a delicate watch of a style Qin Sumei had never seen before hangs lazily on her fair wrist, elegant and fashionable.

Qin Sumei looked at her silently and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

People say, what's the use of being good-looking? Can you eat it?

Clearly, being good-looking has its advantages; it can't put food on the table, but it can earn you a good meal ticket.

Wei Qinghuan tidied her hair behind her ear and asked, "Teacher Qin, what's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Qin Sumei quickly changed the subject: "No, I was just remarking on the price of these curtains."

“Last month I saw an Italian imported curtain at the Overseas Chinese Store. The price tag was outrageous; it was enough to cover my family’s food and drink expenses for a whole year.”

Wei Qinghuan nodded in agreement: "There are many expensive things, but it's okay. If I can't afford them, I won't look at them or think about them, so I won't feel any disappointment."

Qin Sumei complained inwardly.

Of course you don't need to look at it or think about it, because you're using it right now.

The two chatted casually.

After finishing her coffee, Wei Qinghuan noticed that her colleague was still enjoying it, so she immediately ordered her another cup.

Qian Jin doesn't drink this, and she can't drink much herself, so she keeps refilling Qin Sumei's cup as long as she can drink it.

In reality, Qian Jin rarely eats desserts or drinks sugary drinks. He says that men who consume too much sugar will have problems...

Her cheeks flushed unconsciously at the thought.

My husband is good in every way, except he's so irresponsible.

After a few cups of coffee, Qin Sumei felt the urge to urinate and hurriedly went to the bathroom.

Then the large porcelain bathtub and white porcelain toilet in the bathroom shocked her again. You see, from birth until now, if she wanted to use the toilet, she had to go to a urinal or a public toilet. She had never used a private bathroom, let alone a bathtub.

As the tap gushed out hot water, she felt an urge to go in and take a bath.

Fortunately, her attention was quickly diverted.

It was taken away by the bright red cotton nightgown hanging on the chrome hook behind the bathroom door.

Earlier this year, when winter had just begun, she accompanied her husband to visit a leader at the municipal hospital. At that time, the leader's wife was wearing a similar cotton nightgown.

According to her husband, the cotton nightgown was quite special. It was a high-end Soviet textile from the early years, made by the Leningrad Textile Factory using military cotton quotas. The lining was made of Siberian velvet, with stitches so fine they could hold the moonlight of Lake Baikal.

At the time, she only glanced at it out of curiosity and couldn't bring herself to touch it.

Now that she's experienced it herself, she realizes that her husband's description wasn't an exaggeration.

Soft, thick, and comfortable.

Without any hesitation, she took off her cotton nightgown and asked, "Teacher Wei, is this your cotton pajamas?"

Wei Qinghuan said, "Yes, it's a wedding gift from my husband."

"This fabric is even more lustrous than the one in the Friendship Store window," Qin Sumei praised sincerely.

Then she tentatively asked, "Is this a nightgown made by the Soviet Union? The style looks quite similar to that of the North."

Wei Qinghuan shook her head: "I don't know. He said he asked a driver friend to bring it for me."

I'll bring two items along.

But the other thing can't be shown to outsiders, especially the clothes underneath. Ten years ago, who would dare to wear such clothes? They would probably be held accountable.

Qin Sumei's fingernails dug into the thick cotton fabric, and she couldn't help but say:
"Could you ask your partner what the price is? And if you have any connections, could you get one for me too?"

"To be honest, I once saw a similar one at my boyfriend's boss's house, and I wanted it then, but I couldn't find it at the Friendship Store."

Since meeting Qian Jin, her roommates have become much nicer to her, partly because of Qin Sumei, who took the lead in treating her well.

Therefore, the two had one of the best relationships among all their colleagues in the school.

Now that Qin Sumei had made the request, Wei Qinghuan couldn't refuse, so she said, "How about I ask around for you at noon? If possible, I'll definitely bring one back for you."

She took the cotton nightgown without making a sound.

There were bloodstains inside.

It must not be discovered by outsiders.

Qin Sumei was very happy to receive the promise and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, that's good."

The two went back to their seats, and Wei Qinghuan continued to refill her coffee.

A young man strode in through the door.

Upon seeing this, Qin Sumei downed her coffee in one gulp and said, "Teacher Wei, my boyfriend is back, and I need to go downstairs to deliver something to him."

Wei Qinghuan tried to persuade her to stay: "He'll go back to work later, why don't you come up and continue having fun?"

“It’s almost noon, shall we have lunch together? My boyfriend will be back then, and I can ask him about the cotton nightgown in front of you.”

Qin Sumei almost agreed to the request.

Fortunately, her dignity prevailed over reason in controlling her answer: "You two are on your honeymoon, what am I doing sitting in the middle?"

"After your honeymoon ends and you go back to school to play, I still have to go home and prepare lunch."

"Just ask about the cotton nightgown for me, don't make things difficult for your boyfriend."

Wei Qinghuan nodded and agreed.

Qin Sumei handed over the coffee cup with gold-painted patterns.

When Wei Qinghuan reached out to take it, she noticed that her roommate's nails were neatly manicured, quite different from before, with no trace of accumulated chalk dust.

The white sand beach outside the window was still receding, and a gray-blue ship was moored in the distance.

The phone rang.

Wei Qinghuan bent over, revealing her S-shaped curves.

She answered the phone and said, "We've seen him. Please wait a moment, we'll come downstairs right away." Then she hung up, grabbed her coat, and prepared to go out together.

The two of them were close at hand.

But Qin Sumei felt as if an invisible blunt knife had appeared, slowly separating the two of them into two different worlds.

The coffee wasn't as good as she had imagined; it didn't have a sweet aftertaste but rather a bitter one. The bitterness came on slowly, but it eventually arrived.

She felt her tongue tremble as the bitterness surged up.

feeling bad.

After going downstairs, she introduced her husband to his roommates. The look in his eyes and the way he unconsciously straightened his back made her feel that the bitterness of the coffee she had just eaten was even stronger.

Wei Qinghuan greeted him politely and went upstairs.

She knew it was inappropriate to talk too much with the couple, but she noticed the unusual look in Teacher Qin's boyfriend's eyes.

She had seen too many of these unconventional and abnormal things since adolescence, and through her experiences, she was very sensitive to them.

She could sense any unusual glances from people in the crowd.

She can now detect these unusual glances every day.

On the contrary, Qian Jin, who had been very inappropriate towards her after they started dating, had a normal look in his eyes and a very serious attitude towards her when he first looked at her.

This is one of the reasons why she took a liking to Qian Jin at first sight.

This is one of the reasons why she has been willing to cooperate with Qian Jin for the past two days since their wedding.

But she never expected that she would have such good eyesight, finding what was probably the most promising man in the entire coastal city at a glance.

She invited Teacher Qin upstairs today, not to show off, but she had to admit that the other person's repeated shocks satisfied her vanity.

She once faced resistance from her roommates because she had to live in a dormitory with her child, and Teacher Qin was the one who led the resistance.

The other roommates recognized Teacher Qin as their leader for one reason: Teacher Qin had found a good husband and family; her husband had a good job, and her parents-in-law were both leaders within the system.

She never dared to imagine that one day Teacher Qin would look up to her.

However, she now realizes that the act of looking up has appeared, or rather, it has been there for a long time.

How early?
She gazed at the azure sea in deep thought.

It started the night Qian Jin took her back to her dormitory.

And this awe has continued to this day, reaching its peak.

It's all because of her husband.

She leaned back on the sofa, took a sip of water, and slowly tied her loose hair back up to make herself look more presentable.

(End of this chapter)