Chapter 8: Who Could Possibly Resist Those Abs and V-Line?!

The next day.

Ye Muqi still woke up naturally, not bothering to get up early just because she had to go to the Rong family’s house.

After all, in the modern world, she had worked herself to exhaustion for so long—getting up early and going to bed late every day. Now that she had transmigrated here, with no job and no pressure, she figured she’d enjoy it a bit more.

Carrying the tin of tea leaves that Ye Zhengfeng gave her last night, she stepped out and thought for a moment.

She hadn’t been to the Rong family before, but thankfully, the original host’s memory had a clear image of where their house was—since she had apparently visited often enough. Otherwise, Ye Muqi wouldn’t have even known which way to go.

Following those memories, Ye Muqi turned through three streets and arrived at a small two-story house. This was a house built by the Rong family themselves: two floors, complete with a small courtyard. By the standards of Bada Town, it was among the best you could get.

The red-tiled roof looked well-maintained—either the upkeep was good, or it hadn’t been built long ago, because it looked quite new.

The little yard outside wasn’t left bare either; two small trees were planted along with some vegetables. Since only Yin Lan normally lived there, what was grown in the yard was more than enough—no need to even go out and buy groceries. In the corner of the yard stood a Phoenix brand bicycle.

This kind of life—not to mention for the 1980s—even in her own time, it would count as a mini-villa. Definitely something to envy.

Ye Muqi stepped forward and saw Yin Lan watering the vegetables in the yard, holding a small green watering can.

Seeing her, Ye Muqi inexplicably felt nervous. After all, Yin Lan was now her mother-in-law, but Ye Muqi couldn’t quite figure out what kind of attitude Yin Lan had toward her.

In the original host’s memory, Yin Lan seemed to be somewhat dismissive of her. Still, she rarely said anything harsh. That said, judging by what the original host used to do, she definitely deserved to be scolded.

Yin Lan always seemed composed, with strong, defined features that gave her a stern air when she wasn’t smiling—enough to make people feel a little afraid of her.

“Hello, Auntie,” Ye Muqi said after thinking it over, ultimately choosing not to call her “Mom.”

Yin Lan: “?”

When did she start calling me ‘Auntie’?

What’s this little girl playing at now?

“My dad asked me to bring over some tea,” Ye Muqi said as she lifted the tin of tea for Yin Lan to see.

“The door’s open. Go ahead and sit inside first, I’ll be right there after I finish watering,” Yin Lan replied with a nod, not putting the watering can down.

“Okay, sure.”

Yin Lan’s tone was casual, like she was talking to family.

Ye Muqi let out a small sigh of relief. Although Yin Lan had only said two sentences, it made her feel like… maybe she didn’t dislike her that much?

At the very least, Yin Lan had accepted her as a daughter-in-law, whether willingly or not.

Ye Muqi responded and headed toward the house. The door inside was open too—Yin Lan must’ve left it that way when she came out to water the plants.

At the entrance was a shoe rack. Aside from two pairs of slippers, there was only one pair of large-sized men’s army shoes—likely Rong Jingchen’s. So he was home…

Carrying the tea, Ye Muqi changed her shoes and stepped inside.

The house was quiet and empty. Rong Jingchen was probably upstairs; Ye Muqi looked around and saw no one.

She exhaled a breath of relief and found a table to place the tea she had brought.

“Mom, did you put away my clothes?” A voice suddenly rang out just as she set the tea down—it was Rong Jingchen.

Startled by the sudden male voice, Ye Muqi instinctively turned toward the sound.

Rong Jingchen had apparently just stepped out of the shower and was striding into the living room while calling for Yin Lan.

Unable to find his clothes, he was bare-chested, wearing only loose home shorts. His toned muscles were on full display—sun-kissed skin, perfect biceps, clearly defined eight-pack abs that weren’t artificially squeezed out, and the unmistakably sharp v-line that was impossible to ignore…

His muscles weren’t excessively bulky—just the right amount to give him a powerful, explosive look. His waist tapered into a classic V-shape, emphasizing the athletic build.

He was towel-drying his hair as he walked out. It had grown a little long, with water droplets clinging to the tips. As he moved, the drops slid down his body, tracing a glistening trail down his torso… When he slightly lowered his head, his chiseled jawline, high nose bridge, and slightly downcast eyes made him look like a character straight out of a manga come to life.

Ye Muqi felt like Rong Jingchen was bathed in a dreamy filter at that moment.

He was genuinely handsome!

And his physique—absolutely top-tier. The kind of body that made anything he wore look good. No wonder he was a soldier. Those lines were just… perfection!

Honestly, no wonder the original host used to be so lovestruck. Even as someone from the modern world who had seen her fair share of hotties, Ye Muqi couldn’t help but be dazed. Who the heck could resist that?!

“You…” Rong Jingchen paused in the middle of towel-drying his hair, seemingly surprised to see her. “When did you get here?”

“Just now.” Ye Muqi didn’t stay flustered for long. Remembering how the original host had always acted like a starstruck fangirl around Rong Jingchen—which made people dislike her—Ye Muqi quickly coughed twice and forced her gaze away from him, turning her back.
“…You—you should go put on a shirt.”

Rong Jingchen looked down at himself, then at the girl with her back turned. The tips of her ears were slightly red, like she was embarrassed.

Ye Muqi, embarrassed?

Although he didn’t want to admit it, ever since he came back, he could tell Ye Muqi had changed a bit from the person she was a year ago.

A year ago, she probably would’ve launched herself at him already—like some kind of female hooligan… But this was better. At least she was acting normal now. Throwing herself at him at every turn? What even was that?

Rong Jingchen retracted his gaze and turned toward his room. Since he didn’t know where Yin Lan had put his clothes, he had to find another outfit.

“You done getting dressed yet?” Ye Muqi asked after not hearing any sounds from behind her.

“……”

It was still completely quiet.

Ye Muqi: “?”

She waited a while longer, growing a bit annoyed. “Seriously, how does it take this long just to put on a shirt?”