Lu Yong and Ye Cheng wanted to say... I trust you my ass.
Who was it that almost every night this past month, was pulling all-nighters with them?
"Brother Qin, are you... sick?"
Qin Ye glared at him, "Screw off, you’re the one who’s sick."
Lu Yong looked at Qin Ye’s robust appearance, especially his rosy complexion, which certainly didn’t resemble that of someone ill.
Just as he was about to say something else, Ye Cheng nudged him with his elbow.
When he turned his head to look, he saw Ye Cheng pursing his lips and winking at him.
Lu Yong turned his head... and caught sight of a beautiful girl walking out of the house, the kind that was astonishingly pretty.
That skin—under the setting sun, it seemed to shimmer and glow. He had never seen such a sight, and for a moment was so enraptured that he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
Qin Ye naturally noticed the change in his gaze and followed it... to his—wife.
She was standing under the eaves at that moment.
Feeling displeased, he shifted his body to block their line of sight immediately.
"You want to lose your eyes, huh?"
There was an irritation in his voice that even he hadn’t noticed.
Lu Yong was startled by his icy tone, and when he looked up... he saw Brother Qin staring at him with those ghastly eyes!
Before he could speak, Ye Cheng tugged at his arm.
"Brother Qin, since you’re not going, we’ll be off then. You stay home and keep your sister-in-law company..."
With that, he pulled Lu Yong away.
Qin Ye: ...
Wait a minute, clarify what you just said, who’s keeping who company?
Unfortunately, the two men had already made a quick exit.
Rong Yan wasn’t particularly concerned about Qin Ye’s social dealings.
After all, she and he were just... temporary roommates.
She planned to leave as soon as she found the opportunity.
However, since she was going to stay here for a while, she intended to get along well with him.
Besides, apart from the money for shopping, the little over fifty bucks in her hand were also given by him—this kindness, she still remembered.
There was also the fact that... he and the original owner of her body were legally married.
If she really was going to leave, she’d need to find time to get a divorce certificate.
Qin Ye turned around and met Rong Yan’s gaze.
For some reason, he felt a nervous and uncomfortable sensation under her stare.
"They... I don’t play cards often..."
After he explained, he stiffened.
What, what was he doing?
Rong Yan was somewhat surprised that he was explaining himself to her.
Yet, considering he gave her living expenses, she sincerely said, "Regular gambling indeed isn’t good."
In his twenties, why spoil his reputation playing cards?
Qin Ye: ...
Really not good?
Thinking of his reputation outside, he stiffened for a moment... Would she despise him?
Rong Yan didn’t notice his strange look; she was heading to the kitchen.
It was a bit warm that evening, plus she had cooked earlier, and her clothes were imbued with the smell of grease.
She’d be miserable if she didn’t shower.
Qin Ye was still wrestling with this unfamiliar emotion when he saw her go into the kitchen, and subconsciously asked, "What are you going to do?"
"I’m going to heat some water for a bath," Rong Yan saw nothing embarrassing about stating this.
"I’ll heat it for you," Qin Ye blurted out before his brain could catch up.

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