The Capitalist Lady Empties the Treasure Hoard and Takes Two Kids to Join Her Husband in the Army

The capitalis Young Mistress Shu Ying, who died miserably from being sent down to the countryside, has been reborn.

At this moment, her uncle's family is plotting against her. Most of the...

Chapter 302 (1/2)

Song Zhaodi was looking forward to it. "Then I won't go out tomorrow. I'll just stay home and wait for the refrigerator to arrive. I'll take a look at this strange thing and broaden our horizons."

Shu Ying's smile deepened. "Alright, alright, I'll definitely let you see me tomorrow. It's getting late, sister, you should wash up and get some rest. We'll go upstairs to sleep now."

Song Zhaodi was indeed feeling sleepy. She usually went to bed early, but today she forced herself to stay awake to wait for Shu Ying and Xie Zhiyan to return.

"I'll go wash up first. Call me if you two need anything."

Shu Ying nodded and waved to her, "Sister, remember to apply face cream after you take a bath. I've noticed your skin has been getting better and better lately. It's much whiter than before, and you look more and more like someone from the city."

These past few days, Song Zhaodi has been diligently using the face cream that Shuying gave her every day. The scars on her body have actually faded a lot. A few days ago, they were still light pink, but when she rolled up her sleeves to look today, they had turned white.

Song Zhaodi thought to herself that in about another week, these scars might completely disappear, and then she wouldn't have to worry about scaring people when she wore short sleeves anymore.

After escaping from the mountains, she met Shuying, and things seemed to get better and better for her, as if she had met her lucky star.

All the lights on the first floor were turned off. Shu Ying went upstairs and took a relaxing bath in the spiritual spring. She had a habit of taking baths. Just taking a quick cold shower was not enough to relieve her fatigue. She had to heat the water until it was warm and soak her whole body in it before she could feel that every cell in her body felt much more comfortable.

Shu Ying washed her hair and soaked in the bathtub, comfortably swinging her legs. The spiritual spring water seeped into her limbs and bones, and it seemed as if all the mental and physical energy she had used excessively during the day had been replenished.

"Luckily, I had the spiritual spring water to keep me going, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to handle the workload of the whole day. It seems that I still need to take better care of my body. I haven't had stomach problems for quite a while, but today I almost couldn't hold on because I didn't eat two meals on time."

Shu Ying has a very open mind, and she no longer insists on stubbornly enduring many things.

She is now a mother of two. While working hard, she always has to think about her children. The lessons Shi Tou learned from his stepmother were already terrible. Becoming a mother means having a weakness. She has to think more about her children.

After leaving the space, Shu Ying changed into her pajamas. The two ate dinner, and Xie Zhiyan took the initiative to do the housework. She was almost asleep, but no one came upstairs. Her drowsy head couldn't stay awake any longer, and she suddenly woke up just as she was about to fall asleep.

The door hadn't been opened yet, and she had a pained look on her face. This was the look Xie Zhiyan saw when he came in—a helpless yet adorable expression.

Shu Ying held the blanket in both hands, seemingly waiting for him, but in reality, she had already gone to sleep.

Xie Zhiyan lay down on the bed next to her, and suddenly a depression appeared in the space beside her. Shu Ying subconsciously turned over toward the heat source.

"You're back?"

She spoke in a daze, making one want to pinch her cheek, but Xie Zhiyan was worried about waking her, so he strongly suppressed his thoughts, turned around and carefully turned off the light before slowly pulling her into his arms.

Shu Ying was half asleep, still muttering about the noodles she had just eaten.

"The noodles my sister made are so delicious..."