When I went home for Chinese New Year, I spent a million times more money on my foreign wife.

Deluxe sleeper compartment.

The moment the door closed, the world fell silent.

It blocked out the noise of wheels hitting the tracks, and also blocked out the deadly cold of Siberia outside the window.

The heating is on very high here, making it even a bit hot.

There are only two large berths, separated by a small table, and next to them is a separate, cramped toilet.

Crowded, private, ambiguous.

Chen Yang sat on the lower bunk, looking at the foreign girl standing helplessly at the door.

This was the first time he had ever been alone in a room with a foreign woman.

Moreover, she was a mysterious woman of unknown origin who had just eaten several thousand of his money in one go.

"Um..." Chen Yang felt his throat was a little dry, "Are you hot?"

The foreign woman clearly understood the word.

She nodded and reached out to untie her scarf.

Chen Yang wanted to look away and act like a gentleman.

But his eyes were honest, as if glued shut.

She took off the scarf, revealing a long, slender, fair neck that was dazzlingly white.

Next up was that filthy dog-skin hat.

Her golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

Although somewhat messy and tangled, it still shimmered with a golden luster under the overhead lights of the carriage.

Then there was that military overcoat that had been worn for who knows how many years.

The coat fell to the ground.

"Gulp."

Chen Yang clearly heard himself swallowing.

Underneath his military overcoat, he was only wearing an old gray sweater with a large neckline.

The sweater was very close-fitting, but it was a little dirty.

But it was precisely this dilapidated state that accentuated the breathtaking beauty of her figure.

Tall.

At least 1.75 meters tall.

Her legs were incredibly long, and she wore a pair of faded jeans that tightly hugged her straight leg lines.

The most deadly thing is that face.

Previously, only his eyes were visible, but now his entire face is shown.

A classic oval face, a high, sculpted nose, deep-set eyes, and fair skin with a healthy rosy glow—not from the cold, but from the frostbite.

She's a real beauty.

Even though it looks like a down-on-its-luck stray cat now, it's still a Persian cat.

"Chen Yang".

Chen Yang pointed to himself, trying to break the awkward silence.

The foreign girl blinked, then, mimicking him, pointed to her own nose:

"Ka...chu...sa".

The pronunciation is a bit like "Katyusha," the famous rocket launcher.

"Katyusha?" Chen Yang chuckled. "Is that name as common where you're from as 'Cuihua' is in our village?"

Katyusha clearly didn't understand this sarcastic remark.

She simply tilted her head and carefully memorized the two syllables "Chen Yang".

"bath."

She suddenly pointed to the bathroom, then to herself, and made a disgusted expression.

"Okay, go ahead."

Chen Yang pulled out one of his large-sized cotton T-shirts from his bag. "Wear this for now. I don't have any women's clothes."

Katyusha took the clothes and smiled at Chen Yang.

That was the first time Chen Yang saw her smile.

Her eyes curved into crescent moons, and a pair of small dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth.

That innocent kind of destructive power is even more intense than the braised pork from before.

[Ding! Detected 'dependence' and 'trust' emotions in the target person.]

[Affection level increased to: Friendly.]

[Triggering a special skill reward: Proficiency in Russian (Beginner Level)]

Chen Yang's mind went blank.

It's like being forcibly stuffed into a dictionary.

Countless unfamiliar words and grammar suddenly became clear.

It was a wonderful feeling, as if he was born with the language.

"Splash—"

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

A blurry yet graceful figure was reflected in the frosted glass door.

Chen Yang sat on the bed, feeling as if his bottom was on fire.

He quickly took out his phone and glanced at his balance again.

With the money I just got from the ticket rebate, the amount in my card is now over 400,000.

Four hundred thousand.

Three hours ago, he was a penniless man who had to count the instant noodles he ate.

Now, he sits in a luxury sleeper car, listening to beautiful women taking a bath, with a huge sum of money lying in his bank account.

That's life.

Half an hour later.

The bathroom door opened.

A wave of hot steam hit my face.

Katyusha came out.

Chen Yang almost had a nosebleed after just one glance.

She was wearing Chen Yang's white T-shirt.

The hem of the T-shirt barely covered the top of her thighs, leaving her two long, white legs swaying leisurely outside, glowing white.

Her hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, and her face was flushed from the steam.

She showed absolutely no shyness, casually climbing onto the bunk opposite Chen Yang and sitting down cross-legged.

This pose...

She looks exactly like an old woman from Northeast China sitting on a heated brick bed.

"Chen Yang," she called out.

"what?"

"Where are we going?"

This time, Chen Yang understood.

Not only did he understand, he also subconsciously replied in Russian:

"Go home. Go back to my home."

His pronunciation was standard, his words were clear and articulate, and he had a genuine Moscow suburban accent.

Katyusha's eyes widened suddenly, staring at Chen Yang as if she'd seen a ghost: "You can speak Russian? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Chen Yang coughed lightly and made up a story: "It was too cold just now, my mouth was frozen, I forgot."

Katyusha didn't delve into it further; she was a single-celled organism.

She simply shrank into the corner, her eyes suddenly dimming: "Going home...it's so good. I have no home anymore."

"What's going on?" Chen Yang asked tentatively. "You don't look like an ordinary homeless person."

Ordinary homeless people don't have this kind of demeanor or this kind of eating style.

Katyusha hugged her knees, rested her chin on them, and said in a muffled voice:

"They escaped."

"My family wants me to marry an old man. I don't like him; he has bad breath and is bald."

"I ran away. I wanted to go to China; I heard there's delicious food there."

Chen Yang's lips twitched.

Just to escape a bald old man and a bite to eat, he dared to board this train and wander?

That's way too... crazy.

"fine."

Chen Yang extended his hand.

As if possessed, I rubbed her wet golden hair.

It feels so good, like petting a cat.

"From now on, follow me. I'm rich, I'll make sure you eat well every day."

Katyusha raised her head and stared intently at Chen Yang.

Suddenly, she asked a question that caused Chen Yang's heart to stop:

"You feed me meat and buy me tickets. Do you want me to be your wife?"

Chen Yang's hand froze in mid-air.

Are the thought processes of this fighting nation really this leaping?

Before he could explain, Katyusha nodded seriously:

"If it's you, then yes."

"But you must make sure that you have meat at every meal, and that you are full at every meal."

Chen Yang looked into her clear, unblemished eyes, and then thought about the name of the system—"The Spoiled Wife Ten Thousand Times Rebate System".

Isn't this the wife the system picked for me?!

"make a deal."

Chen Yang grinned, "As long as you come with me, I can raise you."

The train let out a long whistle and rushed into the vast night.

Heading east, towards the border, we raced all the way.