Chapter 94 There is a kind of thing, though she is no longer in the martial arts world, her legend continues...

Fu Ci earned a lot of money this year, but also spent a lot.

The amount he mentioned was just a rough calculation by the two partners; most of it hadn't been split yet.

After her husband finished explaining, Tang Mingli said "Oh".

The excuse was simple, but powerful, and she accepted it.

Although she had no prior business experience, she understood that many profits were merely paper profits. If the scale continued to expand, not only would the profits need to be reinvested, but the initial capital would also have to be depleted.

Tang Mingli didn't know how much money Fu Ci had invested since starting his business, nor did she want to know.

Why should a salted fish lying flat bother with this?

She only needs to worry about dismissing this person.

Her life experiences have even led her to wonder if luck is more important than hard work.

For some inexplicable reason, Tang Mingli asked her husband this question tonight.

"Which is more important, luck or hard work?" Fu Ci repeated his wife's words, pondering them seriously.

He wanted to say no, but he also genuinely felt that meeting his wife was his good fortune.

Without this luck, no matter how hard he tried, he would never have been able to have her.

But if we acknowledge that luck plays a role, such an outcome seems quite frustrating.

After all, the reason why people have ambition is because they firmly believe that hard work can create miracles and achieve goals.

This was the first time Tang Mingli had seen such obvious struggle on her husband's face, and she smiled.

"Okay, stop thinking about it. Not every question needs an answer."

She was really tired after doing some physically demanding exercise and chatting for so long tonight.

Just before lying down to sleep, she, who had just said that not every question needs an answer, still answered her husband's first question.

"It's almost the end of the year, and I don't plan to travel far before the Spring Festival."

Call her rigid or have a fixed impression, but in her view, before public security cameras were widely deployed, the year-end period was particularly chaotic.

Guangcheng is already quite good, but it still occasionally suffers from theft and robbery.

Fu Ci turned to the side, somewhat reluctantly saying, "If we don't go far, we can..."

He wanted to say that they could travel around Guangzhou without going far, but before he could finish speaking, Tang Mingli's breathing became heavy.

Fu Ci was both amused and exasperated.

I fell asleep almost instantly again.

How heartless must a person be to do this?

Fortunately, she married me. I really can't imagine how she would have been mistreated if she had married someone else.

It was just a sudden, fleeting thought, but after thinking about it, I felt a chill run down my spine and instinctively hugged the already sleeping Tang Mingli.

I'm so grateful that on the day we got our marriage certificate, she bravely stepped into her own world.

And I'm also grateful for my indifference that day?

If Fu Ci loves Tang Mingli so much now, then he regrets not doing enough on the day they got their marriage certificate.

He shouldn't have been so cold to her, even though he could clearly sense how nervous and uneasy she was as she approached him.

He shouldn't have just left after getting the marriage certificate. Getting the certificate is a joyous occasion; he should at least have given her some sense of ceremony.

He didn't even seem to give her a smile that day.

Fu Ci felt more and more regretful as he thought about it, and the more he regretted it, the more guilty he felt, and his heart ached.

So she always held back after marriage, which he deserved; he hadn't done enough from the beginning.

-

Tang Mingli had no idea that while she was asleep last night, her husband had been mentally rehearsing a tragic drama.

Her face, flushed from a good night's sleep, was as pink and tender as a peach in spring; even she herself felt like pinching it.

I've never seen such a complexion before. People really do need to take good care of themselves to be healthy from the inside out.

After washing up, she went downstairs and before she even arrived, she started calling for her grandma in a spoiled manner.

She got up late today; Grandma must have already come back from her morning exercise.

However, she was still taken aback when she saw who was sitting on the living room sofa.

She not only saw her grandmother, but also her husband, who should have been out there making money... oops, her husband, who should have been out there making money, was there too.

Fu Ci found his wife's surprised and confused look amusing and couldn't help but tease her.

"It's not an illusion; what you're seeing is the real me."

Tang Mingli didn't really think that way.

She eats well and is full, so she has plenty of energy and won't experience hallucinations.

However, even though she was so exhausted in her previous life, she never experienced hallucinations, only seeing stars.

Hallucinations only exist in novels or TV dramas; they're not that common in real life.

So Tang Mingli joked back, "Did you secretly read the romance novel I keep on my bedside table?"

Before Fu Ci could deny it, Old Madam Fu exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, you actually read this kind of novel?"

Okay, this stigma is now confirmed.

Tang Mingli pursed her lips, trying to suppress her laughter, but she simply couldn't help it.

Fortunately, she remembered to change the subject and quickly asked Madam Fu, "Grandma, what are we having for breakfast today?"

"Guihua has made lean pork porridge." After answering her granddaughter-in-law, Madam Fu glanced at the wall clock. "It'll probably be lunchtime in less than half an hour. Do you still want to eat?"

"Then I won't eat it. I'll wait for lunch and we can eat together." Tang Mingli was just trying to change the subject.

However, after a night, my stomach was empty, and even if I didn't eat breakfast, I still needed to eat something.

She pulled out the imported biscuits she had bought at the Friendship Store a while ago and ate two with hot tea.

It has a strong milky flavor and tastes delicious.

Tang Mingli nodded unconsciously, satisfied.

Fu Ci noticed this small action and glanced at the cookies she was eating, silently noting down the brand.

Tang Mingli, after eating something to fill her stomach, finally asked why Fu Ci hadn't gone out today.

Fu Ci, who was being interrogated, was very happy, thinking that she was not going to ask any more questions.

"Actually, I did go out to take care of some business, but things went smoothly, so I came back as soon as I finished."

He returned just half an hour before she came downstairs.

"I see." Tang Mingli then asked with a smile, "Are you going out again after dinner?"

Fu Ci assumed his wife was hoping he would stay, and told her apologetically, "I still have to go to the office this afternoon."

He's been away from here most of the past six months, which has already piled up a lot of things. Plus, there's always more work at the end of the year, so he has no choice but to go.

Tang Mingli expressed her understanding, but felt sorry for him being so busy, like a spinning top.

Fu Ci smiled and said, "Grandma said the same thing just now."

Madam Fu immediately replied with a smile, "Mingli and I are like grandmother and granddaughter who are in perfect harmony."

Tang Mingli smiled broadly and nodded quickly.

That casual remark from that day has become something Grandma often says.

Fu Ci was also infected by the laughter. Looking at his grandmother and wife, who were smiling happily, he felt a warm feeling in his heart.

If his grand ambitions were influenced by his grandfather, father, and teachers, then his increasingly strong desire to make his family's life better was undoubtedly influenced by his wife.

He used to think that his life had always been off track, and that every ambitious man should be like this, striving for the country, the people, and their well-being.

Without his wife, his life would probably have many regrets; at least he wouldn't be able to appreciate the joy that family brings so deeply as he does now.

-

After lunch, Fu Ci had another cup of tea with him.

It wasn't until 1 p.m. that he knew he had to leave, otherwise he would definitely make his partner work overtime until very late again.

But he really couldn't bear to leave; he hadn't been home for so long and truly longed to spend time with his family.

Tang Mingli could see his reluctance.

That's really rare.

This man, who has been frequently away on business trips for ten days or eight months at a time for the past year, is actually reluctant to go out to work.

When Fu Ci reluctantly mentioned it was time to leave again, Tang Mingli blurted out, "How many times have you said that? Don't you want to go? Do you want me to come with you?"

She swore she was just joking, but Fu Ci looked serious and couldn't hide his excitement as he asked, "Really?"

It's fake.

But when she met those earnest and sincere eyes, Tang Mingli didn't dare to speak, and could only laugh and say, "I know you're going to work, how can I come with you?"

"Actually, you can, if you really want to."

"Really...really?"

Tang Mingli felt that she must have lost her mind, lost her mind because of his handsome eyes, otherwise why would she ask such a question?

But for a moment, she felt as if she were possessed, and she had a strong urge to go and see where he worked.

Although winters in Guangcheng are not as cold as those in Northeast China, occasional cold waves can still bring biting winds.

For example, these past few days.

As soon as she stepped outside, a gust of cold wind hit her face, and Tang Mingli woke up instantly.

How dare she go to work with Fu Ci in such cold weather?

Although I was wearing a down coat, I was still warm overall.

But those exposed heads and hands were so cold!

Fu Ci looked at his wife, who seemed to want to shrink into her down jacket, and regretted his actions.

Before leaving the courtyard, he said with concern, "Why don't you go back? I'll take you to see it when it gets warmer."

Tang Mingli shook her head firmly.

She's already changed her clothes and come all this way. If she backs down now... there probably won't be a next time, since it's cold in winter and hot in summer.

As for spring and autumn, she felt that Guangcheng did not have a very distinct spring and autumn.

So she stubbornly resisted the urge to turn back immediately and warned Fu Ci: "Don't try to persuade me. I only have so little self-control, and I can't be persuaded."

Fu Ci laughed as he listened; his wife always had a very clear understanding of him.

He rubbed his hands together to warm them, then took hers, trying to warm her hands in this way.

The warmth traveled through her skin. Tang Mingli looked down at the hands he was holding and suddenly realized that this must be what people mean by "holding someone in their palms."

Fortunately, once I got on the bus, the wind stopped blowing in, and it finally wasn't so cold anymore.

Tang Mingli felt like she had come back to life, and almost wanted to ask Fu Ci where his office was and how far it was.

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly remembered that Fu Ci seemed to have told her something, but at that time she was so engrossed in a romance novel that she hadn't paid attention.

Let's not ask anymore, lest we give them another handle to use against us. We'll know where it is once we get off the bus.

However, after ten stops, and still no sign of Fu Ci saying "we're almost there," Tang Mingli finally couldn't take it anymore.

She subtly implied, "I didn't expect your store to be so far away."

Fu Ci simply hummed in agreement, without denying it.

Having received confirmation from the person in question, Tang Mingli sighed softly.

After starting his business, apart from business trips, he worked like this almost every day, getting up early and working late, and his heartache for his loved ones only deepened.

He earned his money through hard work, and thankfully she didn't spend it recklessly.

"What's wrong?" Fu Ci didn't miss her soft sigh, assuming it was because the journey was too far and she was tired from the car ride.

However, Tang Mingli is a talkative person, and she will express her concerns frankly, and this time is no exception.

Hearing that his wife felt sorry for him commuting so far to get off work every day, Fu Ci couldn't help but smile.

He was happy, but he didn't want his wife to worry.

"Actually, it's alright. It's precisely because of this commute every day that I have time to think things through."

Tang Mingli nodded, but thought to herself, "Look, this is the different mindset between a boss and an employee."

On her way to work every day, she used to think, "Damn it, why is the salary so low? I can't afford to live near the company. Otherwise, I could sleep an extra hour every day."

But for the boss, the journey to the company was all about how to make the company develop better.

“However…” Tang Mingli looked at the sudden increase in people and whispered to Fu Ci, “If you could figure it out in your own car, you might understand it more thoroughly.”

It's more comfortable and quieter after all.

However, when Fu Ci heard this, he thought to himself that this was the fifth time his wife had unconsciously mentioned his car.

She's someone who demands of herself to be happy without being obsessed, yet she repeatedly mentions one thing, which shows how much she really wants them to own their own car.

However, private car purchases are not currently permitted.

But Fu Ci can now assert with certainty that this policy will be changed sooner or later.

So he whispered to his wife, "That day will come."

Tang Mingli certainly didn't doubt it.

If Fu Ci doesn't have this ability, who else in China does?

Perhaps distracted by other conversations, Tang Mingli lost track of time, so when Fu Ci reminded them that they were about to get off, it felt like time had flown by. She didn't even notice how many stops they had ridden the rest of the way.

However, she had a general idea of ​​how long the journey would take, assuming the traffic was relatively smooth.

Forty minutes is not bad.

After getting off the car, Fu Ci excitedly led his wife toward his shop.

As they approached, he pointed to a spot not far away and said, "See that sign? That shop belongs to us."

Tang Mingli looked in the direction he pointed and immediately saw the biggest and most eye-catching sign.

But the names on it...

She asked, not really hoping, "It's not that 'Liren Clothing Store', is it?"

Fu Ci knew that his wife would guess the name as soon as she saw it. After all, she had her name in mind when the name was chosen.

He replied proudly, "That's the one."

Tang Mingli's lips twitched, and she was speechless.

Wow, I guess each generation has its own trends.

The shop assistant, a woman in her late twenties, was both surprised and delighted to see Fu Ci.

"Boss, it's been a long time since you've been here."

Seeing Tang Mingli next to him, he was even more delighted and said excitedly, "I didn't expect the boss's wife to come today too."

He then extended his hand and shook hands with Tang Mingli.

Out of politeness, Tang Mingli naturally extended her hand as well.

The shop assistant exclaimed excitedly, "I've been working here for almost a year, and I've finally met the legendary boss lady!"

Legend has it?

Tang Mingli looked at Fu Ci with suspicion.

Moreover, judging from the shop assistant's tone, it seemed as if she, though no longer active in the martial arts world, was a legend in it.

What's going on?