Chapter 6: A Bowl of Peach-Flavored Dumplings

So the question is, how can I make some quick money?

She quickly set her sights on the original owner’s luxuriantly growing hair, a result of overnutrition.

To be honest, long hair doesn’t suit overweight people; it only makes their heads look bigger and rounder. It’s better to cut it short, it’ll make them look more energetic.

And the cut hair can be sold for money, wouldn’t that be killing two birds with one stone?

Wen Yanyan acted swiftly. Returning to her room, she found a pair of scissors and, following online tutorials, gathered all her hair in front.

Bending over, she aimed and snip!

Then she straightened up, used a mirror to trim a few stray strands, and even added straight bangs to cover her broad forehead.

This way, her face would appear a little smaller.

OK.

Shoulder-length short hair complete. Just doing this made it look much better than before.

Although the original owner was overweight, she was young, only eighteen years old.

Her body wasn’t lacking in nutrition, so her skin was not only delicate but also radiant.

Although her features were squeezed together because of her weight, they still looked somewhat petite.

She worriedly pinched the flesh on her cheeks and chin. There was so much excess fat.

…

Wen Yanyan found a newspaper, carefully wrapped the cut hair, and put it in a military backpack.

She planned to go to the black market in town tomorrow to sell the hair and get some money.

With everything tidied up, it was getting late, so she went outside to lock the courtyard and house doors before washing up and going to bed.

She was truly tired today. She had been busy ever since she transmigrated.

And although the original owner’s body looked large, it was actually quite weak. It was best to go to bed early and rest up.

She had a busy day ahead of her tomorrow.

Nan Jue had already said he would be sleeping at the camp tonight, so she didn’t need to leave the door unlocked for him.

Wen Yanyan concluded that this man would leave the camp again soon to carry out missions elsewhere.

Because if she were in Nan Jue’s shoes, with a wife like the original owner, she wouldn’t want to stay home for long. She’d want to get as far away as possible.

At least for some peace and quiet, because the original owner was exceptionally noisy.

…

Here, Wen Yanyan had already set her alarm clock and gone to bed.

At the camp dormitory, Nan Jue, after dinner, had been lying on his cot reading.

Suddenly.

“Bang!”

His dormitory door was burst open.

With a scream of “Ah!”, a twenty-one or twenty-two-year-old girl in a white blouse rushed into the room.

She dashed to the desk, hurriedly putting down something in her hands, hopping around, blowing on her fingers, and complaining incessantly.

“Ah, so hot! It’s burning me!”

Nan Jue remained motionless on his cot, seemingly accustomed to this situation.

“Brother Nan, why don’t you say anything? My hand is going to hurt to death~”

The girl in the blouse pouted, acting coquettishly.

“Who told you to come?”

His voice was cold, implying that he hadn’t asked her to come.

“It was my mother…” she blurted out.

“Tell the truth.”

Nan Jue interrupted her sternly.

“Oh, I came myself.”

The girl immediately corrected herself, bending over.

“This is a bowl of dumplings my mother just cooked. I brought you a bowl. Please try it; it’s delicious.”

Her expression instantly brightened.

“No, take it away.”

Nan Jue turned over, his back to her, continuing to read.

“Ah?”

The girl looked disappointed.

“I brought this bowl of dumplings all the way here, my fingers are almost burned, and you don’t even give me a little face?”

Nan Jue ignored her.

The next second, she hardened her heart, twisted her waist, sat down on the edge of the cot, crossed her arms, and raised her chin.

She clearly meant to stay until he ate.

The atmosphere became tense.

At that moment, Lin Sinan appeared leisurely, standing at the doorway.

Under his military cap, his handsome peach blossom eyes slowly swept over the girl in the blouse, finally settling on the steaming bowl of dumplings on the desk, his brows furrowing.

“Yu Linglong, what are you doing here?”

The girl’s name was Yu Linglong. She was the precious daughter of the head of the army’s art troupe. She had two older brothers who were both steady, but she had a lively and exuberant personality.

Because her father, Yu Xiangqian, was an old friend of Lin Sinan’s father and served in the same army, their families were close.

“None of your business!”

Yu Linglong angrily turned her face away, showing him her back.

“If I don’t care, you’ll go to heaven. You’re such a grown-up girl, running to the men’s dormitory so late at night, and you think it’s glorious?”

She retorted.

“What do you mean by late? It’s only a few o’clock. Aren’t you here too? Why are you here instead of sleeping at home so late?”

“What kind of logic is that? I’m saying you should be mindful of the impact. You’re an unmarried girl, don’t keep running to the men’s dormitory. Tuan Nan is married, you have no hope, go home quickly, otherwise, I’ll tell Uncle Yu right now, is your skin itchy again?”

Lin Sinan finally used her parents to scare her.

This worked.

“Humph! Big bad guy!”

Yu Linglong glared at him, stood up angrily, strode to the door, pushed Lin Sinan aside, and left without looking back.

Her two pigtails were flying in anger. She was unhappy.

Who said she had no hope?

So what if Nan Jue was married? He could divorce. That fat woman isn’t even worthy to carry Brother Nan’s shoes!

Divorce is just a matter of time. She was willing to wait! To wait a lifetime!

Zhang Meimei came out from the corner, watching Yu Linglong’s back thoughtfully.

…

“A wolf doesn’t eat a dead child, it’s because people spoil them, and no one controls you.”

Lin Sinan muttered softly, closing the door behind him.

He slowly walked to the table, picked up a dumpling, chewed it, swallowed it, and said sarcastically,

“These peach-flavored dumplings are quite delicious. I didn’t expect this little girl to be so thoughtful, knowing to bring food to please you.”

He picked up another dumpling. “Well, being married does have one advantage, it can block peach blossoms, Jue, I really envy you…”

“You can’t shut your mouth even with food.”

Nan Jue finally spoke, turning his head to see his gluttonous expression, he added.

“You owe me one, remember to tell Yu Linglong that I didn’t eat these dumplings.”

He immediately distanced himself.

In a short while, half of the dumplings in the bowl were gone.

“Okay~ I’ll be sure to tell her, Jue, you really won’t eat? Eat some, I won’t tell Yu Linglong.”

Lin Sinan had a mischievous look.

“No.”

Nan Jue’s attitude was firm.

“Actually, eating dumplings doesn’t mean anything, this is care and love from revolutionary comrades…”

Lin Sinan continued to persuade him when suddenly an object flew towards him.

He quickly dodged, and a book whizzed past his ear and slammed against the wall with a thud.