In Jianshan Brigade, the cool October breeze seeped into Zhou Jingyun's body through his trouser legs and sleeves. He shivered, told the driver to stop the car under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village, and led the other party toward his home.

Perhaps because it had just rained and people had walked on it during the day, the path in the middle of the village was muddy and slippery. Walking on it, one's feet sank deep into the mud and the soles of one's shoes were covered with a thick layer of mud.

After arranging for the driver to rest in his house, Zhou Jingyun checked the time on his Seagull watch; it was not yet ten o'clock.

Judging that Ruan Miaomiao hadn't rested yet, he walked towards Ruan Miaomiao's courtyard.

As the night deepened and the village returned to tranquility, Ruan Miaomiao lit a kerosene lamp and planted vegetables from her spatial dimension inside the house.

These days, she has stored up a lot of harvested vegetables and fruits, and plans to take some time to go to the commune post office to send some to her family in Haicheng.

Just as I finished planting the vegetables in my space and was about to rest, I heard a knock on the gate.

Instantly, Ruan Miaomiao became puzzled: At this time, everyone should be asleep, so who would come looking for her?

Cautiously, I picked up a kitchen knife and went into the yard, where I heard someone outside the door calling my name softly.

Just by hearing that mellow, deep, and magnetic voice, Ruan Miaomiao knew who it was.

Thinking back to how she had pretended to cling to him a few months ago after he reminded her, but then gradually relaxed and started living her life whether he was there or not, Ruan Miaomiao couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Rushing over so late at night, is it just to blame myself for not being clingy enough to him?

This jerk, has he ever reflected on whether it's his own fault?

He would come to see her every few days, bringing her money, tickets, and gifts. Before she could even react, he would come knocking on her door again after they hadn't seen each other for a few days.

She doesn't find it annoying to meet him so frequently, so why does she still miss him and cling to him?

Yes, after all, she transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world. Ruan Miaomiao is a typical egoist who puts her own interests first. When problems arise, she never thinks it's her fault; instead, she thinks the other party didn't do a good enough job.

“Miaomiao…”

As the courtyard gate opened, wisps of autumn wind drifted in along with the man's deep voice.

Ruan Miaomiao looked at the person standing at the door, whose hair and eyebrows were covered with a hazy spider web from the autumn rain. Her hardened heart softened instantly: braving the wind and rain, braving the darkness of night to come find her, such deep affection could not be let down.

A hint of surprise appeared on her alluring face. Ruan Miaomiao looked at Zhou Jingyun with a touch of concern in her large, watery eyes. She shifted slightly to the side and spoke gently:

"Your clothes are all damp. Come in and warm yourself by the fire, or you'll catch a cold!"

Hearing the woman's caring words, Zhou Jingyun felt that all his hardships along the way had been worthwhile.

Following Ruan Miaomiao into the house, he saw her take out a white towel to wipe her hair and face, and he withdrew his hand somewhat timidly: "Miaomiao, this is for you, it's not suitable for me to use. I'm tough, I can just warm myself by the fire for a while!"

As he spoke, Zhou Jingyun squatted down and picked up the honeycomb briquette stove that Ruan Miaomiao had placed in the room to warm himself.

Looking at the man who was as imposing as a tiger outside, but acted like a docile wolf cub in front of her, Ruan Miaomiao's lips unconsciously curled up.

Despite being a large man, he was crouching awkwardly on the ground warming himself by the fire. In the flickering flames, his deep eyes were visible beneath his long, fluttering eyelashes.

When they look at themselves, their gaze is always filled with deep, unyielding affection.

Seeing the man like this, Ruan Miaomiao felt her heart soften even more. She stepped forward, picked up a white towel, and began to wipe his head.

The moment the towel was draped over him, Zhou Jingyun smelled the delicate fragrance unique to women. He greedily inhaled the scent in the air, feeling the care and concern of the person holding his hand. His heart was filled with excitement.

"Miaomiao, the position at the Chinese medicine factory has been finalized. I've been confirmed as the factory manager. The initial monthly salary is set at sixty-five yuan, and it will increase if the factory does well later."

Salary increases annually based on the number of years worked.

They even gave me a 50-square-meter apartment. From now on, you can stay there when you go to the county town. I'll share with the other colleagues, so you won't have to rush back the same day, which is too tiring..."

Upon hearing Zhou Jingyun's words, Ruan Miaomiao re-evaluated the man in her mind. He was in his early twenties, had already become a factory manager, and earned a monthly salary of sixty-five yuan.

Sixty-five yuan is nothing compared to the money Zhou Jingyun gave Ruan Miaomiao before, but in this era, it is considered a very high wage, enough to pay the wages of two workers.

The key point is that the salary will increase every year, so it's actually quite good.

After Zhou Jingyun finished speaking, he felt a little uneasy and cautiously continued, "Miaomiao, don't worry, once the factory is running smoothly, I will do some other things to earn more money for you."

I think the wind might be changing. It probably won't be long before the controls on making money become less stringent…

Zhou Jingyun was afraid that Ruan Miaomiao would look down on his low salary, so he hurriedly began to explain.

After all, in his mind, a monthly salary of sixty-five yuan was indeed not enough to support Ruan Miaomiao.

But who could blame him for wanting a respectable identity so that he could stand openly beside Ruan Miaomiao and make everyone feel that he was worthy of her?

Ruan Miaomiao, on the other hand, was even more amazed after hearing Zhou Jingyun's words: No wonder he is someone who will be on the Forbes rich list in the future. He is more sensitive than the average person and noticed the policy changes so early.

She didn't want Zhou Jingyun to think that she was only with him for his money, so she said considerately, "Ayun, I have plenty of money here. You don't need to work so hard. You should also take care of your health and not overwork yourself!"

It was just a word of concern, but after hearing it, Zhou Jingyun felt warm inside, as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and he wished he could work overtime to earn money, status, and face for Ruan Miaomiao!

With deep affection welling in his dark eyes, Zhou Jingyun gently invited Ruan Miaomiao:

"Miaomiao, the day after tomorrow is the opening ceremony of the Chinese medicine factory. Why don't you bring Dujuan and Taohua to come and watch the fun?"

Actually, Zhou Jingyun's main goal was to let the woman he loved see him succeed.

In this day and age, it's not enough to just have money; you also need status.

Zhou Jingyun wanted to earn a higher status for Ruan Miaomiao through his own efforts, making her an enviable figure!