"You...you've been through too much trauma today, have you changed your personality?" Zhao Zhenzhu asked cautiously.

This version of Zhou Bingchen felt somewhat unfamiliar to Zhao Zhenzhu.

Zhou Bingchen is a very opinionated person.

Zhou Bingchen never announced anything beforehand, no matter what he did. Zhao Zhenzhu usually only found out after he had already done it.

Just like before, Zhou Bingchen secretly saved money without ever mentioning it to Zhao Zhenzhu. Zhou Bingchen genuinely believed that Zhao Zhenzhu couldn't save money; only money in his hands could be saved. When Zhao Zhenzhu needed it, she could simply ask him for it.

This straight man actually started saying sweet nothings today.

Zhao Zhenzhu was surprised, but also felt a sweet warmth in her heart.

No woman dislikes hearing sweet words. Even if she loves a man deeply, a woman hopes that her efforts will be seen and reciprocated.

"Pearl, it was my fault before. I thought actions speak louder than words. But I've changed my mind now. In my dream, when Zhou Dazhu and the others killed me, in the last few minutes of my life, the thing I regretted most was that I never told you I loved you." Zhou Bingchen took the opportunity to hold Zhao Zhenzhu's hand and confessed his love.

Zhao Zhenzhu keeps threatening to divorce him, and Zhou Bingchen, feeling helpless, decided to say more sweet words to his wife in the future.

Ideally, he could keep Zhao Zhenzhu happy every day, so that she would never even think about "divorce."

"..." Zhao Zhenzhu was speechless.

Zhou Bingchen, who never used to say sweet words, is now actually saying "I love you".

Zhao Zhenzhu wasn't sure if she still loved Zhou Bingchen, so she couldn't respond to that question.

“Pearl, I know you resent me. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to protect you and the children all these years. I will change in the future, you believe me.” Zhou Bingchen pressed on.

"Let's talk about the future later!" Zhao Zhenzhu said.

Zhao Zhenzhu did not doubt Zhou Bingchen's determination to change.

However, many things are different in this life compared to the last.

In their past life, Zhou Fugui and Ding Ermei, who came from ordinary families, were able to cause Zhao Zhenzhu a lot of trouble by using their status as elders.

In this lifetime, Zhou Bingchen's grandfather was very likely Zhou Jin!

Who knows what the situation is like for Zhou Jin's family after Zhou Bingchen recognized his relatives?

What if Zhou Jin doesn't like Zhao Zhenzhu? What if Zhou Jin wants to marry Zhou Bingchen a granddaughter-in-law from a good family who can help Zhou Bingchen's future? What if Zhou Jin uses his power to force Zhao Zhenzhu to divorce her?

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Although these "what ifs" are just that—what ifs.

However, not overestimating herself is one of Zhao Zhenzhu's strengths.

Having been reborn, Zhao Zhenzhu was determined not to wrong herself again. She would never do so for anyone.

"Pearl, you still don't believe me?" Zhou Bingchen asked, sounding aggrieved.

“Bingchen, a good marriage should be about both partners helping each other succeed, not one person endlessly giving in. Before, I always gave in to you, and life was unbearable. From now on, I won’t give in to you all the time, and you don’t have to give in to me all the time. Let’s work together and try to grow old together, okay?” Zhao Zhenzhu said helplessly.

Perhaps she was hurt too deeply in her previous life, because Zhao Zhenzhu had some psychological problems in that life.

Even with the people she trusted most, Zhao Zhenzhu always harbored a hint of wariness.

Zhao Zhenzhu couldn't bring herself to trust someone completely. Even now that she knew Zhou Bingchen's infidelity was a misunderstanding, Zhao Zhenzhu still couldn't bring herself to trust him entirely.

A lifetime is too long, and Zhao Zhenzhu doesn't want to make promises lightly.

Let's cherish every moment!

“Okay, let’s work together.” Zhou Bingchen didn’t catch Zhao Zhenzhu’s implied meaning; his attention was drawn to the phrase, “Let’s work together and strive to grow old together.”

Growing old together in love, what a beautiful wish!

Zhou Bingchen looked at Zhao Zhenzhu with sparkling eyes, his heart filled with sweet joy.

Standing at the entrance of the Zhao family's house, He Bo looked at Zhao Zhenzhu and her husband, who were holding hands and gazing at each other with affection not far away, and felt that he had come at an inopportune time.

Just as He Bo was about to sneak away, Zhao Zhenzhu called out to him: "He Xiaobo, didn't you come to see me?"

"Sis~! I was just... afraid of disturbing you and brother-in-law's conversation!" He Bo blushed and muttered to himself.

The way my brother-in-law looked at my sister was practically drooling.

It's understandable that this single young man was shy, as it was the first time he had ever seen such a scene.

“Your brother-in-law and I have been married for a long time. We’re just having a chat. What’s the big deal? Come on in and let’s talk,” Zhao Zhenzhu said with a smile.

He Bo stole a glance at Zhou Bingchen, and seeing that Zhou Bingchen did not show any displeasure, he followed Zhou Bingchen into the Zhao family's house.

"Bingchen, make He Xiaobo a cup of tea. I need to discuss something with him," Zhao Zhenzhu said bluntly as she entered the room.

"No need to bother, brother-in-law, I'm not thirsty," He Bo waved his hand repeatedly.

It scared him to death.

Sister, you really have a way of saying that.

My brother-in-law is a military officer, why would he make tea for a nobody like him? What makes him think he deserves that?

"It's your business if you're not thirsty, but making tea is my business," Zhou Bingchen said before quickly walking away.

Pearl rarely asks him to do things, but this brat He Bo actually wants to deprive him of his right to do so?

That won't do.

"Sister, brother-in-law really listens to you." He Bo's objections were ignored, so he could only say with an embarrassed smile.

"Speak! What brings you here today?" Zhao Zhenzhu asked.

"Sister, this is the revenue from selling hair ties for the past two days, a total of 1,860 yuan." He Bo took out several neat stacks of money from the bag he was carrying and placed them in front of Zhao Zhenzhu.

"Not bad, not bad. Adding the 1,800 yuan we made last time, He Xiaobo, we've earned a total of 3,660 yuan." Zhao Zhenzhu laughed.

"Sis, could you get a few more people to make hair ties? Our hair ties are selling so well, we can't keep up with demand!" He Bo suggested.

He Bo felt a pang of heartache.

If it weren't for the lack of productivity, He Bo felt he could earn 3,600 a day.

“I asked a few more people to make hair ties yesterday, and we can probably deliver about three thousand a day,” Zhao Zhenzhu said with a smile.

Yesterday afternoon, Aunt Zhang's hair tie making team started work in full swing.

This morning, Zhao Zhenzhu went to visit Aunt Zhang.

The people Aunt Zhang called were all skilled workers; they made hair ties quickly and with guaranteed quality.

Every morning, Aunt Zhang would come to the Zhao family to deliver the goods and pick up her wages and the next batch of materials.

"That's great, sis, you're amazing!" He Bo couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

With the addition of a production team, we can sell around six or seven thousand hair ties a day. Although it's still a bit less, it's much better than before.

He Bo had already thought it through.

After selling in the county town for three to five days, he and Erniu split up and went to the city and several neighboring counties.

He Bo discovered for the first time that making money can be addictive.

He Bo's happiest time is when he finishes selling his products and posts them on social media to count the money.