Chapter 35 (Second Update) Human Hormones...
Tang Mingli saw the invisible mask on Li Baohua's face gradually crumble.
But she was telling the truth. Tang Mingmei wasn't carrying her child, so why was she waiting for her to give her an answer?
Do you want to hear her congratulate you? Or do you want to see her happy and excited?
Tang Mingmei has been married into the Li family for quite some time now, and the Li family surely knows the relationship between her and her cousins.
Therefore, there is only one possibility: Li Baohua simply wanted to use this matter to break the deadlock between the two.
But she had already seen through Li Baohua and didn't want to continue being friends with such a person.
Let's just say that the friendship that lasted only a few months was just bad luck for her.
Li Baohua had made a fool of herself, and in the end, she could only suppress her displeasure, force a smile, and walk away. She found a corner seat and sat down, clearly waiting for someone.
Tang Mingli had no interest in who she was waiting for, and because of her appearance, she didn't want to stay here any longer.
Since we were already full, we said to Fu Ci, "Let's go shopping at a department store."
Because she was afraid of the cold, she didn't go shopping at all during the winter and spring, but suddenly she missed it.
In a few years, these old-fashioned department stores will gradually be replaced by shopping malls with other business models, so take advantage of the opportunity to experience them a few more times.
Fu Ci naturally had no objections; he specifically set aside a day to spend quality time with her.
She would accompany him no matter what he wanted to do.
However, when they arrived at the department store, he thought his wife would want to buy something, but after browsing around for a while, he found that she was basically just looking and not buying anything.
Fu Ci couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you see anything you liked?"
Tang Mingli nodded, "I mainly wanted to come and browse, there's nothing in particular I want to buy."
If I had to say something, it would be wanting to buy a few summer outfits, but...
She looked at the area not far away that specializes in selling fabrics and clothing and said to Fu Ci, "Actually, displaying goods like this really reduces people's desire to buy."
At that time, department stores, regardless of what they sold, basically had a high counter in front, with the items for sale hanging or displayed on the back wall.
This kind of display is suitable for selling things like candy and melon seeds, but it's not good for selling items like clothing, shoes, and bags, which require closer and more comprehensive viewing. It will greatly reduce people's desire to buy.
Especially since there were quite a few people gathered in front of the counter, she didn't even want to walk over and be jostled by them.
"oh?"
Fu Ci became interested because the first business he was going to get involved in was clothing. He even went to the Friendship Store, which was a higher-end store, where all the goods were displayed in a similar way.
But he didn't deny that his wife was right, because he felt the same way, so he was somewhat eager to hear what she had to say.
Tang Mingli didn't hold back and told Fu Ci in detail about her experience of shopping in large shopping malls in her later life and her experience of shopping in department stores now.
She wasn't afraid of Fu Ci's surprise; it was normal for her to have more insight into such matters, after all, wasn't her only thought about enjoying herself all day long?
Fu Ci's mind is indeed sharp. She talks about her comparative feelings without any logic, and he can understand what she means without discrimination, and he can also turn it into his own understanding.
If she were a teacher, she would definitely love a student like that.
Thinking about it, Tang Mingli asked, "Were you very popular with your teachers when you were in school?"
The topic jumped a bit too far, but his wife loved to ramble on in conversation, and Fu Ci was used to it. He laughed and asked in return, "What counts as being liked by the teacher?"
"It's just..." Tang Mingli tried hard to recall the situation when her teacher favored other students during her school days in her previous life.
The scene is vivid in my mind, yet I cannot express it in words.
Perhaps it wasn't true favoritism, but merely a utilitarian liking.
His wife couldn't explain it, and Fu Ci didn't insist that she give a reason. He just smiled and told her, "I think it should be."
Knowledge is boundless, but a good teacher is hard to find.
He did indeed encounter teachers who had a profound influence on him along the way.
That year, the college entrance examination was suddenly canceled. He, who had been striving for this goal for more than a decade, felt lost.
At the prime of his life, he encountered turbulent times; he was both unfortunate and fortunate.
Although I didn't have a complete high school education, I encountered some excellent teachers.
He was able to become one of the very few people who were recommended to go to university because his teachers tirelessly taught him knowledge and guided him out of his confusion.
Tang Mingli had never heard Fu Ci mention these things; she had always thought that the upheavals had little impact on people of his social class.
But it turns out, he almost couldn't go to school either.
Tang Mingli asked him with a smile, "Why have I never heard you mention this teacher before?"
Fu Ci's eyes darkened, and he pursed his lips, saying, "The teacher is no longer here."
Frustrated and unfulfilled, he died young.
Both of them fell silent.
Tang Mingli felt apologetic, never expecting that a topic she had unintentionally brought up would stir up his painful memories.
She actually understands.
The more successful a person is at a young age, the more difficult it is for them to accept that they will never be able to achieve anything in their life.
Throughout history, there have been many such people.
The teacher who resigned must have been extremely proud, but was suddenly and brutally defeated by reality, and may even have experienced some humiliating torment.
Living well and reaching a long and healthy life sounds simple, but it is actually the most difficult thing.
Oh dear, please don't do this, Fu Ci.
Thinking of this, Tang Mingli looked at her husband with a hint of worry in her eyes.
As the saying goes, like teacher, like student. A teacher who can be remembered by Fu Ci must have a profound influence on him, especially since Fu Ci himself is an ambitious person.
Understanding his wife's look, Fu Ci felt somewhat helpless.
"Don't worry about me, times have changed."
Moreover, he has her by his side.
For a moment, Fu Ci even wondered if his teacher had had someone like his wife by his side back then, would he have been able to find some relief and happiness?
"That's true." Tang Mingli chuckled to herself, realizing she had overthought things. Fu Ci's will was far stronger than most men in the world; he wouldn't break so easily.
During the time they were talking about the past, many of the people who had been gathered in front of the clothing stall left.
Tang Mingli snapped out of her daze and immediately pulled Fu Ci in that direction.
Fu Ci was taken aback, then couldn't help but laugh.
This enthusiasm suggests that he doesn't seem to have any particular desire to buy anything.
Tang Mingli heard this laugh and gave him a subtle glance.
He didn't understand that women have a deep-seated passion for shopping.
There were actually many nice clothing styles at that time, not just the green military uniforms and Zhongshan suits that were portrayed in TV dramas.
Floral dresses, plaid skirts, batwing sleeves, high-waisted trousers... as long as you know how to match them and dare to wear them, your sense of style is no less than it will be decades later.
Tang Mingli has fair skin, three-dimensional features, and a slender and well-proportioned figure. She is simply a natural petite model, and she looks good in many simple clothes.
Those in the know understand that when you can create a stunning effect by buying clothes casually, buying clothes becomes a very enjoyable experience, and your desire to buy more and more will grow.
Besides, she doesn't need to worry about money right now... she probably doesn't need to.
Thinking about her husband's recent entrepreneurial venture, Tang Mingli felt somewhat uncertain.
Taking advantage of the salesperson's inattention, she whispered, "Our family should have enough money, right?"
What?
Fu Ci could hardly believe what he was hearing. He unconsciously frowned and asked his wife, "Why do you have this concern?"
Tang Mingli said to him, "Aren't you starting a business?"
Decades later, a saying came to mind: "It's not that we're afraid of the second generation relying on their parents, it's that we're afraid of them starting their own businesses." This shows how expensive starting a business is.
However, Fu Ci is not a second-generation heir, but a third-generation heir.
So that's what you were worried about.
Why would she have such a worry?
Fu Ci told her, "Whatever I do, I will definitely think it through beforehand, and it won't affect my daily life."
Tang Mingli said "Oh," relieved, and immediately said to the salesperson, "Could you please bring me that one, that one, that one, and that one so I can take a look?"
Fu Ci:......
Is this the wife he knows?
I think I understand it a little better now.
Without thinking twice, Tang Mingli bought more than a dozen pieces of clothing.
She was satisfied and said to Fu Ci, "I don't need to buy any more clothes this summer."
The original intention was that there were already enough clothes to wear, but Fu Ci automatically interpreted it as meaning that if you buy too many, you have to restrain yourself from buying any more this summer.
My heart felt heavy, and at the same time, I made a silent decision in my heart that I must achieve something as soon as possible so that my wife can see and believe that I can earn a lot of money.
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After that day, Fu Ci was so busy that he was like a ghost coming and going in this house.
That's how it is for Tang Mingli, at least.
She went to bed early and woke up late, and had lost count of how long it had been since she last saw her husband's face, only occasionally waking up from a dream in a half-asleep state.
Even without her husband's company, Tang Mingli still lived a comfortable life, and was even more content.
The two sat face to face again, and Tang Mingli did some quick calculations and realized that a month had passed.
It's hard to imagine how tough starting a business is.
Tang Mingli patted her chest and sighed with relief, thankfully she didn't have such ambitions.
"Why are you patting your chest like that?" Fu Ci, who was sitting at his desk looking at the documents, looked up at her with some concern, as if his brain had eyes.
"nothing."
Tang Mingli lowered her hand and sat down opposite him.
To make herself more comfortable, she had already switched the two chairs.
The chair she's sitting in now is a soft chair with a backrest, while Fu Ci is sitting on a round stool.
Tang Mingli leaned back lazily in her chair and teased her husband, "You've been out and about quite a bit this month, your face has gotten quite tanned."
Of course, Fu Ci has a good base, so even if he gets tanned, his skin tone will still be within the range of a healthy complexion, far from being dark.
"Really? Is it very dark?" Fu Ci touched his face with some concern.
Tang Mingli didn't want to lie, "No, it makes me look more like a man."
"You mean, I didn't look like a man before?"
Tang Mingli laughed, fearlessly saying, "He looks more like a pretty boy."
This description of giving words of praise was unfamiliar, yet immediately understood.
"Alright, looks like I'll have to make you remember something."
"What's the meaning?"
When her husband's gaze suddenly changed, Tang Mingli had a bad feeling.
But Fu Ci didn't answer her. He got up, stepped over the desk that was separating them, and picked her up in his arms.
Even though they were no longer newlyweds and were quite an experienced couple, Tang Mingli still blushed because it was broad daylight.
He pleaded, "Please don't do this, Grandpa and Grandma are still downstairs."
She didn't know if the buildings at that time were of good quality. Thinking about the commercial housing of later generations, where you could hear someone chopping vegetables upstairs and the person downstairs, she felt lingering fear.
Fu Ci, however, insisted, telling her, "Don't worry, the buildings in this compound are all of very good quality, and our beds are also of very good quality. Besides, haven't you figured out why I put carpet in the room at the end of last year?"
The carpet was so thick that even if someone jumped three feet high on it, no one downstairs could hear them. Besides, their room faced their parents' master bedroom.
Tang Mingli really didn't think of it that way; she thought it was just because of the cold weather and was worried that she was walking barefoot on the ground.
So that's why.
man!
"It's been over a month, how can you be so heartless?"
Tang Mingli blushed and couldn't speak.
It's no longer a question of whether she can bear it or not, it's a question of whether she can even bear it anymore...
When he doesn't do anything wrong, she doesn't think about it either. Why is it that as soon as he does something even slightly, she becomes like she's taken some kind of muscle relaxant?
The hormones in the human body are truly amazing.
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