Two days before school starts.
"Dad, Yan Xiao and I are going back to the Red Star Brigade tomorrow."
After swallowing the last bite of her meal, Wen Qinghe looked at her father, who appeared dejected and filled with reluctance.
My true inner thoughts: I'm so amazing! The Oscar is definitely mine.
As expected, Wen Yunhuai paused upon hearing his daughter's words.
"Are you going back already? But you won't stay at home for more than a few days. Dad hasn't had a chance to spend much time with you these past few days."
I was originally planning to take two days off from school to take my child out for a stroll…
A hint of surprise flashed in Wen Qinghe's eyes. Tomorrow is the first day of school.
He immediately said nervously, "How can that be! You are Professor Wen, how can you slack off!"
She realized she was getting a little excited and quickly added:
"Yanxiao and I have explored the surrounding area these past few days. Your work can't be delayed. Don't worry, Dad, I'll come to see you as soon as I have the chance."
Yan Xiao cleared his throat and spoke up at the opportune moment: "When we came, the captain only approved ten days of leave. It's the busy season right now, so it wouldn't be good if we didn't go back soon."
After hearing this, Wen Yunhuai couldn't help but secretly glare at Yan Xiao.
If Qingqing hadn't married this brat, and he was afraid that forcibly separating the two would make Qingqing sad, he would have found a way to transfer his daughter back to the city long ago!
Receiving his father-in-law's less-than-friendly gaze, Yan Xiao's heart tightened, and he pursed his lips slightly.
He sighed helplessly to himself: There was nothing he could do; his dear wife wanted to surprise her father, so he had to cooperate.
Despite his reluctance, Wen Yunhuai knew that the leave he had approved couldn't be delayed, and going back late might affect his work points, so he could only look forward to the next reunion.
…
the next day.
Wen Yunhuai drove the two to the train station, and only after watching them enter the station did he return home with a dejected expression.
Therefore, what he didn't know was...
He had just left when two people came out of the station entrance.
"Hehe, Ayan, did I act well?" Wen Qinghe winked playfully at Yan Xiao.
The man's eyes were filled with affection as he chuckled softly, "Yes, Qingbao is very capable."
"That's right!"
The girl proudly raised her chin, then looked at the man and asked, "Shall we go back to our new home?"
"Okay, let's go back to our home."
…
A few days ago, Wen Qinghe and Yan Xiao stayed at Wen's father's place and spent their days looking at houses.
Every day before leaving the house, she would only tell Wen Yunhuai that the two of them were going out for a stroll in the capital.
Mr. Wen thought that his daughter, regardless of the era, had never visited the present-day capital, so he didn't think much of it.
Wen Qinghe came from the future, so she naturally knew which location was the best.
For the first two days, I took Yan Xiao to stroll through the most bustling streets and alleys of the future.
But after two days, they still hadn't found a single clue.
After all, houses are not allowed to be bought and sold privately at this time.
On the third day, Yan Xiao somehow managed to find a house through an intermediary.
Surprisingly, quite a few people are now buying and selling real estate privately.
It's probably because of the previous turmoil that too many people, like Wen's father, were affected by it.
After their property was confiscated, their house was seized, and they were forced to live in a low-lying area.
Although things have been rectified and many people have had their houses and property recovered, the situation has been turned around.
However, some people inevitably became extremely nervous and easily frightened.
When you're really in trouble, you can take money with you, but a house is just an empty shell.
Just like post-traumatic stress disorder after a person is frightened, they inevitably worry about it happening again in the future.
I always felt that useless inanimate objects could never provide the same peace of mind as money that could provide a stable livelihood.
…
The middleman who introduced the property asked Yan Xiao about her needs, but Yan Xiao replied, "I have no needs, I'll buy it if I like it."
When helping others find housing, the requirements are usually: cheap price, location, or the condition of the house.
Compared to others who have a long list of demands, the man's words immediately gave the other person confidence, making them realize that he must be someone who is not short of money.
A thought struck him; he now had one in his possession.
I showed the apartment to someone yesterday. The location is excellent, but the person thought it was too expensive and said they needed to think about it.
He figured he probably wouldn't come.
The address is on the main street of the inner ring road, only a few dozen meters away from the ancient palace.
When he told Yan Xiao, Wen Qinghe's eyes lit up immediately. Suppressing her excitement, she said she wanted to go see a house first.
It was a courtyard with three entrances and three exits, covering an area of over 900 square meters.
According to the middleman, the homeowner is abroad and the house had been in the process of being resold for several years.
However, due to the price, no one has made a purchase.
Initially priced at 10,000 to 8,000, the landlord had no choice but to lower the price, which has now dropped to 6,000.
Someone came by yesterday and also liked this place, but their budget was limited, so they didn't say they were sure they wanted it.
She got off easy today.
Wen Qinghe fell in love with this courtyard house at first sight.
Leaving aside the interior and layout of the courtyard house, just considering its location alone, it's something that even money couldn't buy in later generations.
Wen Qinghe and Yan Xiao exchanged a glance, and Yan Xiao immediately understood what she meant.
She then called the middleman aside. It's unclear what Yan Xiao said to him, but the man looked at her stomach in surprise.
"Okay, I'll make a call. All the documents are with me. If the homeowner agrees, I'll take you to complete the transfer right now."
The man left in a hurry after he finished speaking.
Wen Qinghe looked at Yan Xiao with a puzzled expression and felt nervous: "Did the negotiations break down?"
Yan Xiao chuckled: "No, he went to discuss it with the homeowner."
Wen Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief and casually asked:
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