Chapter 9: Wife, Just Try It and You’ll Know  

“You’re giving me all the money and the passbook?”  

“Of course!” Fu Wenjing looked completely justified. “You’re my wife. My money is your money. If I don’t give it to you, then who else? Isn’t it only natural for the wife to manage the household finances?”  

Before traveling through time, Su Ruanruan had never been in a relationship, but back then, the internet was well-developed, and she could access all kinds of information.  

Not to mention newlyweds, even couples who had been married for years and had more than one child often managed their finances separately.  

Su Ruanruan didn’t think that was wrong—after all, every family had its own circumstances, and one couldn’t generalize.  

But she had just married Fu Wenjing, and he was already handing over all his money and passbook to her. This really caught her off guard.  

Before she could say anything, she noticed that Fu Wenjing’s eyebrows drooped slightly, and the corners of his mouth were pressed together. When he spoke again, his voice carried a hint of disappointment.  

“What’s wrong? You don’t want to manage it?”  

It was just a simple question, yet it made Su Ruanruan feel like she was acting like an irresponsible heartbreaker.  

“I do!” Su Ruanruan didn’t hesitate any longer and quickly nodded. “Of course, I do!”  

With such a good husband, she naturally had to accept him wholeheartedly. How could she refuse?  

As soon as she said that, Fu Wenjing immediately broke into a happy smile.  

Just a moment ago, he had looked so aggrieved, but in the blink of an eye, he was beaming again.  

Why was he acting like a child?  

No wonder people said that men remained boys at heart all their lives!  

Fu Wenjing didn’t insist on buying any large household items this time. Instead, he took Su Ruanruan to buy some pastries.  

Egg cakes, glutinous rice sticks, walnut crisps—he bought four pounds of each. They were packed in two-pound portions, divided into two separate bags.  

Su Ruanruan found his actions a bit puzzling. “Why are you packing them like this?”  

“One is for our home, so everyone can have some. The other is for you to take to your family tomorrow.”

Hearing Fu Wenjing’s words, Su Ruanruan finally realized—tomorrow was already the third day after their wedding.  

Since ancient times, there had been the tradition of returning to the bride’s family on the third day after marriage. Even though the movement to abolish old customs was underway, this particular tradition had not changed.  

From the Original Owner’s memories, Su Ruanruan knew that the Original Owner had not lived well in the Su Family. Despite having family, her situation had been even more pitiful than that of an orphan. Because of this, Su Ruanruan had subconsciously ignored the matter of returning home.  

Thinking of the people in the Su Family, her expression became complicated.  

Fu Wenjing had been watching her the entire time. Noticing the change in her expression, he asked again: “What’s wrong? Do you think the gifts are too little? This is just part of it. I’ll have some fabric cut and bring that along, and I can go buy some cigarettes and liquor—”  

“There’s no need!” Su Ruanruan interrupted him. “These few packs of pastries are enough. It’s not about the quantity; sincerity matters most. I believe my family won’t nitpick the gifts.”  

“Alright, we’ll do as you say.”  

After finalizing their plan, the two left the department store and went to the Supply and Marketing Cooperative, where they bought three pounds of pork and four large marrow bones.  

They had arrived empty-handed, walking with ease, but now both of them were carrying multiple large bags.  

“There are usually ox carts outside Xiancheng heading to the production teams. We can take one back.” Fu Wenjing said.  

The Hongqi Production Team was the closest to Xiancheng, and taking an ox cart would take less than an hour. The fare was just twenty cents per person.  

Since they had already spent so much, Su Ruanruan naturally wouldn’t try to save on this. She followed Fu Wenjing to find an ox cart.  

Four elderly women were already seated in the cart. With Su Ruanruan and Fu Wenjing joining, it was just full, and they could set off immediately.  

Along the way, the four women kept chatting with Su Ruanruan and Fu Wenjing, their eyes frequently glancing at the things the couple was carrying.  

Su Ruanruan wasn’t socially anxious. On the contrary, before traveling through time, she had worked in sales—being talkative was a basic skill.  

Unlike with her new husband, she had no reason to feel shy around these elderly women. In no time, she had turned the conversation in her favor, skillfully leading the discussion and asking questions that left the four of them a little overwhelmed.  

By the time they got off the ox cart, Su Ruanruan had already learned the names of all four women, how many family members they had, how much private land they owned, where they lived, and why they had gone to Xiancheng—all in precise detail.

Su Ruanruan stood by the roadside, waving goodbye to the four elderly women in the ox cart. She only withdrew her gaze when the cart disappeared into the distance.  

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Fu Wenjing looking at her with a smile.  

“Why are you staring at me?”  

“My wife is beautiful. I just want to look at you a little more.”  

Hearing this, Su Ruanruan seriously stared at Fu Wenjing’s lips. “Be honest, after breakfast this morning, did you secretly smear honey on your lips? Otherwise, why are your words so sweet?”  

Fu Wenjing didn’t answer. Instead, he suddenly leaned down toward her. “Whether there’s honey on my lips or not, wife, why don’t you taste and find out?”  

“……”  

Su Ruanruan had thought that her remark would put Fu Wenjing in his place, but she hadn’t expected his shamelessness to far exceed hers.  

Admitting defeat, she said nothing more and turned to leave.  

She had only taken two steps when she heard heavy footsteps behind her. Even without turning around, she knew that Fu Wenjing had caught up.  

It was already past eleven o’clock. The villagers who had been working in the fields had returned home, and smoke was rising from every household’s kitchen chimney.  

There were no adults outside, but plenty of children were running around playing.  

Seeing that Su Ruanruan and Fu Wenjing were carrying large bags, they all looked over curiously.  

Perhaps because of Fu Wenjing’s imposing presence, none of them dared to approach. They only stood at a distance, staring longingly. Some even began sucking on their fingers.  

Su Ruanruan immediately understood—they were drooling at the sight of the pork.

Life was truly difficult for people at this time, especially for those in the villages. Unlike city dwellers, who received meat tickets every month, villagers had very few chances to eat meat throughout the year.  

It wasn’t just the children—even the adults craved it.  

By the time Su Ruanruan finally stepped through the gates of the Fu Family home, she let out a quiet sigh of relief.  

Being stared at by so many children with longing eyes had been quite a bit of pressure.  

“Isn’t this Seventh’s Wife? Just got back from Xiancheng, huh? What’s that you’re carrying? Let me take a look!”  

Liu Xiue spoke as she walked up to Su Ruanruan.  

Before Liu Xiue could reach out, Su Ruanruan handed her the pork she was carrying.  

“Sister-in-law, Wenjing specially bought this pork. See how you can cook it best.”  

Three pounds of pork wasn’t a small amount. It looked substantial, and in hand, it felt even heavier.  

Liu Xiue’s eyes widened at the sight of such a large piece of pork. She completely ignored everything else in Su Ruanruan’s hands and immediately ran off toward the kitchen with the meat.  

Lunch hadn’t been prepared yet, but if she started cutting the meat now, they could have it ready for the midday meal!  

At this moment, nothing was more important to Liu Xiue than eating meat.  

Watching Liu Xiue trot into the kitchen, Su Ruanruan then followed Fu Wenjing, who had just caught up, into the main house.