Chapter 11 Emptying the Dowry
"You like...me?"
Zhou Jiuzhen's pupils dilated, his slightly furrowed brows unconsciously smoothed out, and he touched his wrist, gently stroking it, as if he were going through some kind of mental storm.
Ling Huanwu stared at him intently, knowing that his action was a sign of happiness.
In her previous life, she had asked Zhou Shuyao out of curiosity if his brother, who always had a long face, was never happy.
Zhou Shuyao had told her that Zhou Jiuzhen would rub his wrists when he was happy.
She must have pleased him by saying she liked him.
That's true. What man would be unhappy if he heard that someone liked him?
Taking advantage of his good mood, Ling Huanwu stepped forward and placed her soft, boneless hand on his shoulder, attempting to press on.
Let's finish this job.
No, maybe we need to pull off a few more.
She didn't know exactly how many votes she received.
Once she has enough space to accommodate the Ling family's wealth, she will immediately stop and cease the seductive activities typically associated with women in brothels and entertainment venues.
Not only will they be able to take their family fortune to Hong Kong to further expand their business empire.
She can be widowed in two years and become a respected military wife. Life couldn't be more comfortable.
Thinking about all this, Ling Huan blushed with embarrassment, and braced herself to sit on the man's lap, hooking her arms around his neck and beginning to tease him with seductive eyes.
My fingertips traced circles on his body through his military green vest.
Seeing the man's Adam's apple bobbing more and more prominently, Ling Huanwu couldn't help but smile as she whispered in his ear, "Actually, I've had my eye on you ever since I saw you taking a bath by the stream, Comrade Zhou Jiuzhen."
The scalding breath sprayed onto the man's earlobe; even the hardest block of iron would melt into a puddle at that moment.
She knows what men like to hear.
In her previous life, she also told many lies that Zhou Shuyao loved to hear.
But what she just said about keeping an eye on Zhou Jiuzhen by the stream is true.
Among all the men, Zhou Jiuzhen had the most impressive physique.
At that time, all the female educated youth who had just entered the village on a tractor had their eyes on Zhou Jiuzhen.
He didn't bathe shirtless like the other villagers.
But he was wearing a vest and trousers, and he looked like a man adhering to male virtues, coldly rubbing his muscles with a towel. This made the group of female educated youths on the tractor scream and shout, "I'm going to die!"
Ling Huanwu initially found it noisy and didn't understand why men were so desperate.
When she looked back, she was completely stunned.
The wet clothes clinging to the man's undulating body were a sight to behold, enough to kill at first glance.
She was so frightened that her legs went weak from exhaustion on her first day of harvesting wheat in the countryside. When she saw him from afar, her legs went even weaker.
But for the sake of space...
It was urgent, and she was determined to have supper tonight!
Ling Huanwu closed her eyes, pouted her pink lips, and felt her legs go weak even before anything had started.
In the midst of the dizzying sensation, there was no wet touch on my lips, but I felt the hard mattress against my back.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself being carried to bed.
Zhou Jiuzhen stood above her, his expression unchanged, gazing at her with unfathomable eyes.
But what he said next, a rapid-fire barrage of words, chilled her heart, which had been pounding wildly.
"If Comrade Ling really likes me, why did he ask me to take measures last night?"
"Also, I can sense whether someone likes me or not. It's not something you can just say you like. For example, when I say I like my military uniform, my military cap, my unit, and my gun, I see them everywhere."
"Comrade Zhou, I'm sorry that you don't see me. I've always been emotionally deficient. I've only ever been passionate about being a soldier since I was a child, and now that I'm older, I only want to contribute to the country. If you have someone you love, I don't want to hold you back."
"But if you, like me, don't have someone you like, I think we can give each other some time to see if we can develop feelings for each other, whether we can share the same goals, and then decide whether to be together. What do you think?"
Every word and phrase was a wake-up call!
Zhou Jiuzhen, who was usually very sparing with his words, suddenly uttered a long string of profound words, leaving Ling Huanwu, a high school student, utterly astonished and embarrassed.
She heard that Zhou Jiuzhen was just a primary school student.
Calling him illiterate wouldn't be an exaggeration.
But in this era of material scarcity and arranged marriages, he could express his longing for a soulmate and a shared love, something she, a capitalist's daughter who had grown up in a privileged environment, could never have imagined.
Just like in her previous life, she and Zhou Shuyao drifted aimlessly for decades, from initial stumbles to mutual support. Even though Zhou Shuyao often whispered in her ear that he liked her and often did touching things that young people would do to make her happy.
However, Ling Huanwu did not feel any joy in liking or being liked.
Seeing Zhou Jiuzhen pull away from her, grab a blanket, and leave to sleep at his childhood friend's house, Ling Huanwu felt an unprecedented emptiness for the first time.
It seems that even though she was reborn, she couldn't find the meaning of her rebirth.
But soon, her thoughts were once again occupied by the several boxes of dowry outside, due to the influence of her capitalist bloodline since childhood.
Taking advantage of the quiet of the night, Ling Huanwu tiptoed to the main room.
Among the dozen or so dowry items displayed in the center of the main room were several sets of red cotton quilts and sheets, a set of electroplated folding tables and chairs, a red leather trunk printed with the character for "double happiness," a double-layered basin stand, curtains of various colors, and some pots and pans that were only found in the city.
In her previous life, Song Yaoyao followed Zhou Jiuzhen to join the army, taking with her a large stack of cloth coupons, meat coupons, and grain coupons—the easiest to carry, the most valuable, and even the hardest to buy.
Her biological parents also said that Song Yaoyao was kind-hearted and left most of her dowry to her.
If Ling Huanwu were to go with the army in this life, Song Yaoyao would definitely try her best to leave everything behind as dowry.
But no matter what she comes up with tomorrow, she should just move all the dowry out today.
Ling Huanwu closed her eyes briefly and then opened them again, her body reappearing in the space.
She stood quietly in the space, feeling that something was wrong.
It wasn't until she braced her arms against the wall of the space that was originally only big enough for one person that she realized the space was actually much larger than before.
Ling Huanwu was overjoyed.
She originally thought that she could expand her influence by doing practical things with Zhou Jiuzhen.
I never thought that flirting could expand our horizons.
Does that mean that the expansion of space can be achieved simply by both parties falling in love?
Thinking this way, she felt like she had discovered a new continent, and hurriedly ran back and forth between the real world and space, putting all those large boxes of dowry into the space.
In no time, the space was filled to the brim with these dowry items.
Looking at the dowry at her feet, Ling Huanwu had almost nowhere to put her feet.
She had no choice but to witness Song Yaoyao's delighted expression upon discovering that her dowry had been completely removed.
In this life, it's Song Yaoyao's turn to live at home.
Let's see how she manages to stay in the countryside and dream of being the wife of a billionaire when she loses all these material guarantees!
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