Chapter 3 1/2

This time, Yan Lei didn’t say, “Divorce or go home.”

Of course, he hoped his wife would come home with him, as divorce was never his preferred choice. However, knowing his wife’s unpredictable nature, even though her infatuation with the extramarital affair had failed, Yan Lei wasn’t entirely sure if she would definitely come home with him.

Although he appeared stern inwardly, he lacked confidence.

Human needs are indeed different.

Qiao Weiwei was young and healthy, with a husband and children, craving fulfillment on a spiritual level.

In the other world, although Qiao Wei didn’t experience the loss of both parents like Qiao Weiwei, her parents divorced when she was very young. The mother who raised her died before her. After being diagnosed with a terminal illness, her father, who had never lived with her, heartlessly abandoned her.

During their last phone call, he said, “Don’t disturb my life anymore.”

Then he blocked her.

Her boyfriend also withdrew in the face of her serious illness. After the last visit, he never contacted her again.

At that time, Qiao Wei had nothing left. No family, no lover, no job. To fund her treatment, she sold her house and ultimately died lonely and miserable in the hospital.

For Qiao Wei, who had experienced such a life, having a healthy body and a home to return to meant more than anything.

To each their own poison, and honey to each their own. Her needs were different from those of the original owner, Qiao Weiwei.

Now, someone was calling her home.

Facing a man with a tightly drawn face, Qiao Wei joyfully and confidently replied, “Let’s go home!”

Her tone of joy and excitement couldn’t be concealed, and her bright eyes looked at him with a smile, as if filled with anticipation for the coming life.

Yan Lei couldn’t help but be stunned.

Sitting in the back of the Jeep, Qiao Wei felt at ease.

In this era, being able to use a car meant that he could provide “Qiao Weiwei” with a stable life.

Qiao Wei, who had just arrived, received the memories of the original owner, feeling a familiar yet unfamiliar sensation in this world, like being in a movie set. However, the initial discomfort of being in a new place was alleviated by the assurance of a secure life.

“Is my sister-in-law okay?” the driver asked while driving.

The driver was a young man in his twenties.

In Qiao Wei’s mind, his last name was Zhang, Driver Zhang.

“I’m fine,” she said.

“What did the doctor say?”

Since he was asking her, it indicated that he didn’t know the situation and hadn’t asked Yan Lei. Qiao Wei explained, “It’s just low blood sugar.”

Considering that many things that were common knowledge in later years might not be understood here, she added, “Low blood sugar means the concentration of glucose in the blood is too low, and a person is prone to fainting. Drinking some sugar water or eating sugar can help recover.”

“Heh! You even have to eat sugar?” Driver Zhang exclaimed. “Sounds like an illness of the wealthy.”

“Sister-in-law knows a lot; she is truly a cultured person.”

After praising her, he continued, “Is that old lady your relative? Why didn’t she get in the car or at least accompany you to the hospital?”

He was referring to the old lady who rented the house to her.

Every era has its own characteristics. At this time, visiting relatives and staying with relatives were considered normal. Not staying with relatives either meant disrespect or the person looked down on their relatives.

Guests must be welcomed, and when going out, they should be sent off. If courtesy is lacking, one might be criticized.

Driver Zhang went to the diesel engine factory, waited outside, but didn’t see anyone. He followed to Huayun Road, where Captain Yan carried the unconscious Qiao Wei out. Only an old lady was seen following them, possibly a relative but not looking quite like one. Captain Yan ignored her, directly carried his wife into the car, and shouted for him to drive to the hospital before slamming the car door.

The old lady didn’t say anything or follow them.

Qiao Wei’s gaze shifted from the scenery outside the window to the warning look in Yan Lei’s eyes reflected in the rearview mirror.

She checked the original owner’s memories. It turned out that the original owner entrusted the child to the neighbor, using the excuse “I’m going to visit relatives. When the child’s father comes back, just give the child to him.”

Only Yan Lei knew the truth because the original owner left him a farewell letter in the bedroom, requesting a divorce.

She understood that Driver Zhang didn’t know the real reason for Qiao Weiwei’s departure from home; maybe he had some guesses, maybe he was probing, or maybe he just wanted to gossip.

But she and Yan Lei had to keep this matter hidden.

Qiao Wei stared into the man’s eyes reflected in the mirror.

In her memories, this man was uneducated, rough, and had many “villager habits.” Of course, these impressions were subjective and came from the original owner.

Qiao Wei accepted this information but didn’t fully believe it.

In reality, since she transmigrated and saw Yan Lei, her impression of him wasn’t that bad.

Look, she’s quite clever. She knows how to keep things hidden, preserving both her dignity and providing an escape route for the original owner.

Now, the original owner’s escape route is the path that Qiao Wei is going to take.

Qiao Wei smiled slightly at the man in the mirror.

Yan Lei frowned deeply, seriously suspecting that Qiao Wei might be a bit crazy due to a love failure. Since she woke up, something about her has seemed off.

How many times has she smiled at him today? The number of times she smiled at him today exceeded the total in their marriage of several years.

Yan Lei was worried she might say something wrong and reveal the ugly truth, making things awkward for everyone.

However, the Qiao Wei in the back suddenly sighed and said, “It’s a distant relative; you know, I don’t have many relatives left. Finally, I heard about this distant relative getting married, so I rushed over to congratulate them. But, it turned out, they were not interested. Their son is now a key figure in the factory and looks down on me, this poor relative.”

The driver exclaimed, “Sister-in-law is still considered a poor relative? No way! How can someone look down on a military spouse? Sister-in-law, you’re the wife of a regimental commander! What kind of relative is this?”

Qiao Wei said, “It’s my fault. We haven’t seen each other for many years, so I said my mother passed away, my father passed away, and my father’s position was taken by someone else, so I lost my job. I didn’t get a chance to mention that my husband is a military officer.”