DLSRWAR Chapter 6 You’ve got a crush on that girl?

The young man cleared his throat, keeping a serious expression on his handsome face, and said, “You’re welcome.”

Qin Yumian looked at the young man strangely, a subtle smile forming at the corners of her lips. Then, without another word, she turned to leave.

“Chengzi, let’s go,” Qiu Gaotiao said with a lack of enthusiasm as he climbed back into the car. “I’m so hungry right now I could eat a whole cow.”

Ye Hancheng remained fixated on Qin Yumian, his gaze filled with reluctance. Ignoring Qiu Gaotiao, he watched the direction in which the girl was heading and asked, though he already knew the answer, “Do you live around here?”

Since they had helped her out, Qin Yumian felt it would be rude to ignore them. She paused and replied softly, “Yes.”

As Qiu Gaotiao’s complaints about hunger echoed from inside the car, Ye Hancheng’s eyes suddenly lit up. “My friend and I haven’t had lunch yet. Could we join you at your place for a meal?”

Realizing how abrupt that sounded, Ye Hancheng quickly added, “We can pay, of course.”

Qin Xian, who had been silently questioning the young man’s sanity, perked up at the mention of money. He nudged Qin Yumian with his elbow, seeing an easy opportunity to earn some cash.

Qin Yumian turned to face Ye Hancheng, meeting his eager gaze. After a brief hesitation, she nodded. “That’s fine.”

Ye Hancheng’s eyes brightened even more, and he quickly fell into step beside Qin Yumian.

Qiu Gaotiao, who was forgotten in the car: “…”

Truly someone who forgets his friends when he sees a pretty face.

His childhood friend had already followed the girl, so there was no reason for him to go back to the hotel alone. Qiu Gaotiao could only follow along as well.

“Chengzi, what’s going on? You’ve got a crush on that girl?” Qiu Gaotiao asked, slinging an arm over his childhood friend’s shoulder and winking suggestively.

Ye Hancheng brushed off his hand. His wife was right there; so he shouldn’t touch him. 

The young man thought for a few seconds and answered Qiu Gaotiao’s question, “She’s very beautiful.”

Qiu Gaotiao glanced at the girl walking ahead and nodded in agreement. “Indeed, very beautiful.”

Ye Hancheng lifted his well-defined chin slightly. How could his wife not be beautiful?

He remembered when he had first met his wife—she was only about 1.65 meters tall, just a few centimeters taller than she was now—sitting quietly in a private room. When the door opened, she had looked up with those large, round almond-shaped eyes…

Lost in his thoughts, they had arrived at a five-story apartment building. The Qin family lived on the third floor.

Before they realized it, they had arrived at a five-story residential building where the Qin family lived on the third floor.

This old-fashioned residential building had no elevator, just stairs.

Qin Yumian and Qin Xian walked ahead. When they reached the second floor, they noticed an older man with limited mobility standing on a ladder, changing the lightbulb in the stairwell.

Seeing this, Qin Xian quickly spoke up, “Uncle Zhao, what are you doing? Come down from there.”

Uncle Zhao looked down and, recognizing the Qin family’s young grandson, chuckled and teased, “Caught by your sister again?”

Qin Xian pouted, “Caught? I came back on my own.”

Qin Yumian helped steady the ladder, saying, “Uncle Zhao, you shouldn’t be doing this with your leg. Leave the lightbulb changing to Qin Xian from now on.”

Uncle Zhao, climbing down the ladder, reassured her, “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. Your Uncle Zhao isn’t so disabled that I can’t even change a lightbulb.”

As he finished speaking, he noticed the two well-dressed young men standing behind Qin Yumian. His weathered face showed a hint of curiosity. “And these two are…?”

Qin Xian quickly answered, “They’re my friends.”

Uncle Zhao’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. Qin Xian’s friends were usually a bunch of troublemakers, but these two, with their clothes and demeanor, didn’t seem like they were from this small town. They looked more like they came from a big city.

Suddenly, Uncle Zhao’s expression turned stern as he scolded, “Qin’s Little Xian, have you gotten yourself into trouble again?”

Qin Xian protested his innocence, trying to coax Uncle Zhao back into the apartment across from the Qin family’s apartment. At the same time, he made hurried gestures behind his back, urging Ye Hancheng and the others to quickly follow his sister inside.

Ye Hancheng: “…”

He hadn’t expected his brother-in-law to have been like this in his younger years.

As Qin Yumian opened the door, she said, “The place is small. Make yourselves comfortable.”

The Qin family’s home was indeed small, just over 70 square meters with only two bedrooms—one for Qin Yumian and one for Grandpa Qin, while Qin Xian slept on the couch. But Qin Yumian was diligent, and the apartment was kept spotless. There was no unpleasant smell, and instead, a faint floral fragrance lingered in the air.

It was a potted plant that Grandpa Qin had grown on the windowsill.

As Ye Hancheng glanced around, he was taken aback to discover that his wife had lived in such a small place seven years ago. After their marriage, his big brother had gifted them a three-story villa as a wedding present, with the property deed in his wife’s name.

Ye Hancheng had never found anything wrong with this. Gifts he received growing up were either cars or houses, and even his mother and stepfather had given him a private island for his eighteenth birthday to make up for their shortcomings.

Their honeymoon had been spent on that private island.

Qin Yumian emerged from the kitchen, wearing an apron tied around her waist. “We only have eggs and some greens. Would it be alright if I make you some noodles?”

When his wife made him a meal with her own hands, Ye Hancheng dared not be picky. Without hesitation, he replied, “I love noodles.”

Qiu Gaotiao raised his hand. “Can I have extra noodles, please?”

Qin Yumian nodded, acknowledging his request, and turned back into the kitchen.

Ye Hancheng’s gaze reluctantly moved away from the slender waist defined by the apron, his throat involuntarily tightening.

Noticing his childhood friend’s attention lingering on the girl, Qiu Gaotiao asked, “Chengzi, you don’t really like her, do you?”

They were just here for a visit, not staying long. Even if Ye Hancheng liked her, he couldn’t just take her away.

Ye Hancheng: This is his wife. How could he not like her?

However…

The wife from seven years ago seemed a bit different from the one he remembered.

Though she was still as fair and beautiful as ever, the wife he married back then was delicate and soft. When he came home late, she never argued but would look at him with eyes full of tears, softly insisting that he sleep on the sofa.

Each time, Ye Hancheng would be defeated by his wife’s tears, stumbling to the sofa with a thin blanket, and, half-asleep, promised himself that he would make her happy when he woke up.

As a man, how could he let his wife cry?

But now his wife is only seventeen…

Ye Hancheng’s peripheral vision caught sight of a stick as thick as an adult man’s arm, placed by the door.

His young, delicate little wife seemed to have a bit of a wild side.

Qin Yumian quickly prepared and brought out two bowls of vegetable and egg noodles.

The bowl she handed to Qiu Gaotiao was noticeably larger.

Qiu Gaotiao was genuinely hungry, and he eagerly slurped up a large mouthful of noodles.

Since starting middle school, Qin Yumian had learned to cook from the neighbors. Although her skills were not on par with top chefs, her dishes were quite flavorful.

As Ye Hancheng ate his noodles, he kept stealing glances at Qin Yumian’s hands.

Sure enough, he noticed a few faint calluses on her palms.

Qin Yumian was an art student, and Ye Hancheng had always thought her hands were best suited for holding a paintbrush. He never allowed her in the kitchen, resulting in hands that were white and delicate, always smooth to the touch.

But now, his wife’s fingers actually have thin calluses, clearly from years of hard work.

Ye Hancheng couldn’t help but feel distressed.

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