Instead, it gave her a small space and a chance to catch her breath.

"When did you pick it?" Jiang Xia took the flower and looked up at Lu Yuanting. Her eyes were watery and clear. She looked incredibly well-behaved. She held the flower under her nose, and her nose was a little pink.

Lu Yuanting calmly tugged at his clothes again, so that no one on the bus could see Jiang Xia's current appearance.

The corners of his lips curved slightly, and he looked at Jiang Xia in a low and hoarse voice.

"We Jiang Zhizhi is a bit spoiled, so here we go, we're using what we prepared."

Jiang Xia heard the word "spoiled" from Lu Yuanting again. Her eyelashes trembled and she subconsciously grabbed Lu Yuanting's clothes. She felt a little burned by Lu Yuanting's gaze and quickly looked away.

"I'm just not used to it." Jiang Xia said. She came back from the 1980s, and the 1980s were actually a bit unfamiliar to her, so she was not used to or adapted to everything.

Well, she is a little...

Lu Yuanting looked at Jiang Xia's hand holding the flowers without moving it away at all.

"Well, our Jiang Xizhi is not squeamish."

"...Lu Yuanting." Jiang Xia listened to Lu Yuanting's words and raised his eyes to look at Lu Yuanting again. Lu Yuanting always sounded serious when he spoke, but there was always a sense of teasing in this seriousness.

"Yeah." Lu Yuanting responded.

Jiang Xia didn't say anything. The bus stopped and arrived at the destination. People got off the bus one after another. The space around Jiang Xia also became larger. She took the flower in her hand, glanced at the wilted and wrinkled gardenia, and finally put it in her pocket.

Lu Yuanting glanced at Jiang Xia's actions, put his coat on his arm, and got out of the car with her.

"Xia Xia, the policies have been relaxed a lot in recent years, and the supervision has not been strict. Many people in this town have secretly started to engage in speculation. They don't need tickets for the things they sell. They sell vegetables grown at home, chickens, ducks, fish, and enamel basins. They also buy clothes from other cities. The materials are good and they are cheap." Su Zhongshu spoke to Jiang Xia as he walked in front.

"Your uncle also wants to do this, but your grandmother and I won't let him because we're afraid of trouble. But you know your uncle's temper. Xia Xia, tell me, is this reliable?" Su Zhongshu looked at the man who was quietly setting up a stall in front of him to do business and asked Jiang Xia.

"Grandpa, just let your uncle do it. The country actually encourages it now, but the specific policy has not yet come out." Jiang Xia said. She works for a newspaper, and if she said that, grandpa would definitely think that the newspaper had heard some news.

In fact, there are indeed rumors.

Since 1980, policies have quietly begun to change, and economic controls have been gradually relaxed. Although the policy has not yet been fully implemented, it has been vaguely encouraging individuals and enterprises to participate in the market economy and encouraging self-employed individuals to do business, so this stage has been a state of turning a blind eye.

If my grandfather had not suddenly appeared in his previous life, I believe my uncle would have been able to seize this wave of opportunities and become one of the first millionaires in the 1980s.

Now that my grandfather is not born, my uncle’s fate in his previous life may also be rewritten and changed.