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An Hui had a decent impression of Jiang Dahai. After all, he was born a farmer—honest and simple, not the scheming type.
As for Li Hongying, there wasn’t much to say. You couldn’t get a word out of her even with eight strikes; she wasn’t sharp-tongued.
Jiang Qing, on the other hand, didn’t weigh much on An Hui’s mind. A soon-to-be-married stepdaughter wouldn’t stir up any trouble.
But Jiang Peng, the younger brother-in-law, seemed a bit reckless. Still, no matter how unruly he was, the military would straighten him out.
After learning about the Jiang family’s situation, Lu Dezhao felt reassured.
…
“Sis! Brother-in-law! You’re finally here!”
From a distance, Jiang Peng spotted Jiang Moli and Lu Cheng and excitedly waved his arms.
Jiang Moli tossed him an aluminum lunchbox wrapped in a net bag.
Jiang Peng caught it deftly, eagerly flipping open the lid. His face fell when he saw it was just rice, but his expression brightened when he discovered the second box was packed with meat.
“Heh, sis, you really do love me!”
Jiang Moli waved him off. “Go eat somewhere else. Come back when you’re done—I’ve got questions for you.”
Jiang Peng closed the lunchbox but didn’t rush off to devour his meal. Instead, he grinned and called out to Lu Cheng, “Brother-in-law!”
Lu Cheng pulled a red envelope from his satchel and handed it over.
“Thanks, brother-in-law! I’ll go eat first. You two chat.”
Watching Jiang Peng skip away happily, Lu Cheng pointed at the public restroom. “Your brother works here as a restroom attendant?”
“Not him—me.”
Jiang Moli briefly explained how she had pulled strings to secure this job to deal with the Educated youth office.
After listening, Lu Cheng asked, “So, you weren’t home this morning because you were here watching the restroom?”
“Yep.”
Jiang Moli stuffed two wads of toilet paper up her nostrils, picked up a mop, and got ready to clean.
The terrazzo floor was covered in muddy footprints. If the inspecting officials saw it, her day’s work would be for nothing.
“What are you doing?”
“Mopping.”
Lu Cheng took the mop from her. “I’ll do it. You rest.”
Watching the tall figure of the man disappear into the men’s restroom with the mop, Jiang Moli couldn’t help but smile.
Not bad—pretty diligent.
“Make sure you mop the floor and the steps clean.”
“Got it.”
Jiang Moli sat on a small stool and noticed half the toilet paper in the cardboard box was gone.
She pulled open the small drawer of the side table, took out the metal cash box, and counted the money. The numbers mostly matched.
After putting the cash box back, she took out a stack of toilet paper and started folding it.
She hadn’t been folding long when Lu Cheng emerged from the men’s restroom with the mop.
He must’ve been thoroughly assaulted by the stench of urine and feces, because he stood in the shared passageway between the men’s and women’s restrooms, hands on his hips, exhaling heavily. Jiang Moli stifled a laugh.
“Done mopping?”
“Yeah.”
“Let me check.”
Lu Cheng grabbed her slender arm. “You’re just going in like that?”
“Why not?”
“It’s the men’s restroom. Shouldn’t you check if anyone’s inside first?”
Jiang Moli blinked. “What’s there to fear? It’s not like I’m the one who’d be at a disadvantage.”
She could practically see the man’s jaw tighten.
Jiang Moli laughed. “Just kidding. I’d be scared of getting an eyeful.”
Then she motioned for Lu Cheng to hand her the mop. “I’ll mop the women’s restroom.”
“It’s fine. I’ll do it. Just check if there’s anyone inside first. I’ll go rinse the mop.”
“Okay.”
After confirming no one was inside, Lu Cheng entered the women’s restroom with the freshly rinsed mop.
Jiang Moli stood guard outside to prevent any female visitors from being startled by Lu Cheng’s presence.
In less than two minutes, Lu Cheng came out.
“That fast?”
Lu Cheng leaned on the mop and grinned at her. “Thanks to you, I just stepped into a women’s restroom for the first time in my life.”
Like a thief worried about being mistaken for a pervert, he had swiped the mop around frantically, finishing in no time.
Jiang Moli handed him a piece of toilet paper with a smile. “Good work. Wipe your sweat.”
Lu Cheng eyed the toilet paper with disdain. “Isn’t this for wiping your ass?”
“Fine, don’t take it then.”
“You wipe it for me. My hands are dirty.”
With that, he bent down and brought his face close to hers.
It was the first time they had been so close—close enough that she could feel his warm breath on her skin.
“Move it! What are you two blocking the way for?”
A sharp voice shattered the intimate moment between them.
Jiang Moli turned to see a middle-aged woman in her fifties glaring at them with undisguised contempt, as if they had been doing something indecent.
“None of your damn business. Go do your business if you gotta go. Stop meddling where you’re not wanted.”
“Hey, you’re just a toilet cleaner. Who do you think you are?”
“Oh? And what exalted species are you, looking down on hardworking folks like me?”
“Don’t twist my words! Who said I look down on laborers? Whatever, I’m not arguing with you. Crazy woman.”
The woman huffed and marched toward the women’s restroom.
Jiang Moli called after her, “You’re the crazy one! Your whole family’s crazy!”
[+1 Disdain Value. 10,000 yuan credited.]
Hearing the notification, Jiang Moli finally felt satisfied.
Watching her triumphant expression, Lu Cheng teased, “You’ve got quite the temper.”
“What, regretting it now? Too late.”
They’d already gotten their marriage certificate—it wasn’t like they could just divorce over this.
“Not at all. My mom’s got a temper too. I’m just worried about the two of you under the same roof…”
“Then we’ll just fight it out. It’s not like she’s my real mom anyway.”
Lu Cheng: “…”
Imagining the future clashes between his wife and mother, he decided he should hurry up and push for his military family housing assignment.
Before long, Jiang Peng strolled back, swinging the two empty lunchboxes.
Jiang Moli asked Lu Cheng to keep an eye on the toilet paper stall while she went to intercept her brother.
“Full?”
“Stuffed.”
Jiang Peng let out a loud burp. “Sis, you should quit this job already. Cleaning toilets isn’t something you should be doing.”
“Mind your own business. Come here—let’s talk about how you stole the household register behind my back and gave it to someone else.”
“Sis, I really gotta pee. Hold on—”
Sensing danger, Jiang Peng tried to slip away with a laugh, but Jiang Moli caught him by the ear with pinpoint accuracy.
Jiang Peng yelped in pain, his face twisting. “Ow ow ow! Sis, I swear on heaven and earth, I only took it for your own good!”
“You sold me off behind my back and still dare to say it was for my good? Why don’t you sell yourself next time?”
She kept scolding him while twisting his ear harder, making him howl. “Agh! Easy! You’re gonna rip it off! Brother-in-law, save me!”
Lu Cheng turned his back, pretending not to see or hear.
Someone had to take the blame for the stolen household register.
If his wife was busy beating up her little brother, she wouldn’t beat him up.
“Brother-in-law, you’re no help at all. You didn’t even say a word while my sister was hitting me!”
Facing Jiang Peng’s resentful glare, Lu Cheng lowered his voice so Jiang Moli wouldn’t hear. “Before we came, your sister already chewed me out. You’ve gotta go along with her temper—once she vents, she’ll be fine.”
Hearing that even Lu Cheng had been scolded, Jiang Peng felt slightly better.
Lu Cheng was a high-ranking officer who commanded hundreds of soldiers. If even he got lectured, then Jiang Peng getting a beating wasn’t so bad.
“Don’t worry, I’ll remember your contribution here. Aren’t you enlisting next month? I’ll pull some strings to get you assigned to my battalion. I’ll take good care of you.”
All of Jiang Peng’s grievances vanished instantly. “Thanks, brother-in-law!”
At that moment, Jiang Peng had no idea just how fearsome Lu Cheng’s reputation was in the military.
Blissfully unaware, he happily took over toilet-watching duty so Lu Cheng could take Jiang Moli out shopping.
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Dreamy Land[Translator]
Hey everyone! I hope you're enjoying what I'm translating. As an unemployed adult with way too much time on my hands and a borderline unhealthy obsession with novels, I’m here to share one of my all-time favorites. So, sit back, relax, and let's dive into this story together—because I’ve got nothing better to do!