DLSRWAR Chapter 7 His wife couldn’t live without him.

In the afternoon, Qin Yumian still had to go to school.

She took the school uniform she had washed the night before from the clothesline on the windowsill. The recent hot weather had dried it thoroughly.

Ye Hancheng glanced up and noticed the school uniform in her hands, with the words “Sangcheng No. 2 High School” printed on the upper left corner.

He had never seen his wife in a school uniform before.

After finishing the noodles, Qiu Gaotiao finally felt revitalized.

Ye Hancheng was equally satisfied, especially since the meal had been prepared by his wife!

Qiu Gaotiao nudged his childhood friend and reminded him, “Chengzi, stop dawdling and pay up.”

Ye Hancheng pulled out his wallet. Inside were only a few hundred yuan in cash, the rest were stacks of bank cards.

He took a furtive glance at Qin Yumian, who was sitting on a small stool reading a comic book, and said with a hoarse voice, “Take these cards.”

He handed all the bank cards to Qin Yumian, leaving only the five or six hundred yuan in cash in his wallet.

Qin Yumian: “…”

She lifted her dark, round eyes, a trace of indecipherable light flickering in them. She looked up at the young man, her lips curling into a faint, gentle smile with the corners of her eyes slightly lifted.

The sudden beauty attack from his wife made Ye Hancheng’s head spin. He almost handed over all the remaining cash.

Qin Yumian reached into the wallet and pulled out a hundred yuan note. “This should be enough.”

Even this hundred yuan was more than necessary.

Ye Hancheng felt distressed again.

Since their marriage, his wife’s clothes had always cost at least tens of thousands, and now the two bowls of noodles she made with her own hands were worth only a hundred yuan!

Sure enough, his wife couldn’t live without him.

“Chengzi, let’s go.” Qiu Gaotiao stretched lazily at the door.

Ye Hancheng wanted to stay with his wife a little longer, and he hesitated and unwilling to move an inch.

Qin Yumian returned the bank cards to the young man and smiled, “May I ask your name?”

Ye Hancheng quickly answered, “My name is Ye Hancheng. Ye as in ‘leaf,’ Han as in ‘cold,’ and Cheng as in ‘future.’ I’m from the capital. My parents are still alive, but they divorced when I was young. I currently live with my big brother. I have—”

Qiu Gaotiao turned back and pulled his childhood friend towards the door. “People only asked for your name.”

There was no need to lay out your entire background.

Ye Hancheng, still being dragged by Qiu Gaotiao, glanced back at Qin Yumian with every step. His eyes caught the school uniform hanging on the rack, and a sudden idea struck him.

He could transfer to Qin Yumian’s school and go to and from school with his wife every day!

With this thought, the reluctance in Ye Hancheng’s heart dissipated considerably. He lifted his arm and waved goodbye to Qin Yumian. “Goodbye.”

Qin Yumian: “…”

After the two young men left, Qin Yumian got up, took the bowl from the coffee table, and placed it in the kitchen sink.

Qin Xian returned from Uncle Zhao’s house, carrying three oranges that Uncle Zhao had insisted on giving him.

“Did those two leave?” Qin Xian asked, leaning against the kitchen door.

Qin Yumian, with her back to him as she washed dishes, replied without turning her head, “Yes.”

Peeling an orange, Qin Xian asked, “Do you know the one in the white shirt?”

The young man’s attitude towards Qin Yumian was quite strange, making it hard not to suspect that they knew each other.

Qin Yumian shook her head. “I don’t know him.”

She was sure she had never met him before.

And she hadn’t heard of the young man’s name.

Then Ye Hancheng’s attitude towards her was a bit intriguing.

“So he fell in love with you at first sight?” Qin Xian bit into the orange, which was incredibly sweet. “Grandpa won’t approve of your puppy love.”

Qin Yumian turned the faucet on, letting the water flow into the sink. As she turned around with an expressionless face, she looked at the leisurely orange-eating teenage boy. “I don’t know if Grandpa would approve of me dating early, but I do know that if you skip class again this afternoon, I’ll be waiting outside your classroom with a small stool.”

Qin Xian nearly choked on the sweet orange juice. He coughed a few times and said, “Qin Yumian, are you crazy?”

If Qin Yumian really set up a small stool to sit outside their classroom, where would that leave his reputation as the school bully of Sangchu?

So, the students in Class 5 of the third year were surprised to find that the notorious school bully, Brother Xian, not only showed up for class in the afternoon but also didn’t sneak out midway as usual.

This… What could have possibly caused this change?

One of the teenage boys with a shaved head poked the sleeping boy in front of him with a pen and asked, “Brother Xian, want to hit the internet café?”

Without lifting his head, Qin Xian replied, “No.”

The boy with a shaved head: “?”

This was strange. Normally, Brother Xian would get up and leave without a second thought at the mention of going to an internet café, but today he said no?

Another boy leaned in and said, “Brother Xian, Shayu’s dad bought him a really cool motorcycle. Shouldn’t we go check it out?”

Qin Xian wavered slightly at the mention of the motorcycle, but recalling Qin Yumian’s threat, he firmly refused, “Today, your Brother Xian isn’t going anywhere.”

The boy looked stunned. “Huh? Brother Xian, you’re not planning to wait until school ends to leave, are you?”

Could it still be considered skipping class?

Qin Xian raised an eyebrow. “So? Is there a problem with that?”

The boy: “…”

It was fine, but it didn’t quite fit their Brother Xian’s usual style.

…

When Qin Yumian arrived at the classroom, Yang Mao was sharing the latest gossip with Hao Jiajia.

“A few days ago, someone pried off the rear tire of Sun Erniang’s electric bike. Hahaha, that’s what you call retribution,” Yang Mao said with gloating glee. “I wonder which righteous soul did it.”

“You’re way behind on the news,” Hao Jiajia said, munching on sunflower seeds. “She’d been throwing tantrums recently, and I thought it was menopause, but a girl from my class told me it was because someone had pried off the rear tire of Sun Erniang’s electric bike. She was so furious that she spent hours cursing in the parking lot.”

Yang Mao grabbed a few sunflower seeds from Hao Jiajia. “She wants to find out who did it, but the school parking lot doesn’t even have a camera. How could she possibly find out?”

Seeing Qin Yumian walk in, Yang Mao repeated the gossip to her.

Qin Yumian had little reaction, casually saying, “Don’t throw sunflower seed shells on the floor, or I’ll make you sweep the classroom.”

Yang Mao had initially planned to casually drop the sunflower seed shells on the floor, but he silently retracted his hand and instead placed them in the drawer of his desk.

The afternoon consisted of four periods: two English classes and two Physics classes.

Chen Lanping, who taught their English class, arrived as usual, a few minutes late.

Underneath her English textbook, Qin Yumian had hidden a comic book. She held her pen in her right hand and idly scribbled some notes.

Few students in the class were paying close attention. Only the first two rows of students were actively taking notes, while the others busied themselves with their own activities.

Chen Lanping noticed several boys openly using their phones on their desks but chose not to say anything. These boys came from influential families in Sangcheng, and it was best not to offend them if it could be avoided.

Out of the corner of her eye, Chen Lanping saw Qin Yumian with her head lowered, seemingly absorbed in something. Her face grew stern as she descended from the podium.

Before Qin Yumian could react, her hidden comic book was yanked out from beneath her textbook by a hand.

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Author’s Note: Make sure to pay attention in class, and don’t follow Qin Yumian’s example as a poor student. (Though I must admit, I was guilty of secretly hiding novels and magazines under my desk back in high school too.)

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