Chapter 321 The Scoundrel Young Master 7 (2/2)

Zi Xi turned over and faced away from him.

Lu Ran remained standing there, frozen in the position as if struck by lightning, his face alternating between red and white.

Looking at the woman with her back to him, he felt as if he had a mouthful of blood stuck in his chest, something he couldn't spit out or swallow.

His plan to annul the engagement seemed to have been completely thwarted on the very first night of his marriage.

And it was this seemingly weak and easily bullied little woman who hit him?

Young Master Lu had some self-doubt.

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As autumn deepens, the afternoon sun shines warmly into Zhou Qingjian and Shen Yurong's home.

This small house, less than 20 square meters, was meticulously decorated by Shen Yurong using her own savings from her parents' home and the money she had persuaded Zhou Qingjian to provide after their marriage. It was almost luxurious.

The most eye-catching thing was the transistor radio on the windowsill, its black metallic sheen gleaming. It was playing a stirring revolutionary song, the volume not loud, but enough to draw the attention of passersby.

This is an extremely rare item in the residential compound where the Zhou family lives.

Shen Yurong carefully dusted off the non-existent dust on the radio casing with a feather duster, her eyes filled with anticipation for the future.

Even though her current life is far superior to the marital life she remembered from her previous life, everything she has now is for the sake of a comfortable life in the future, which is the greatest fortune of her rebirth.

With a creak, the wooden door was pushed open, and Zhou Qingjian returned home from work, reeking of machine oil from the factory.

He was wearing blue overalls and looked exhausted, but his brows relaxed a little when he saw Shen Yurong.

"Are you tired after coming back? There's hot water on the stove, wash your face first."

Shen Yurong immediately put down the duster, put on a gentle smile, and went to greet him, taking the canvas bag from his hand.

"Why did you buy this radio? It wastes so much electricity, and it'll be bad if the neighbors hear it..."

Zhou Qingjian hummed in agreement, his gaze sweeping over the brand-new furnishings in the room, feeling somewhat lost about his future.

He listened to Yu Rong's advice, got married, separated from the family, and moved to the family compound with the money.

But my wife is a bit too extravagant.

"What are you afraid of? If we close the door and listen quietly, no one will hear us."

"I get so bored doing housework at home every day. Listening to the news and music makes me feel better, doesn't it?"

Shen Yurong inwardly scoffed, cursing Zhou Qingjian as a bumpkin with no knowledge, but her smile grew even sweeter.

"Oh, right, Brother Jian, I went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy fabric this morning, and I overheard some purchasing agents from the south chatting. They said that a fabric called Dacron is popular there now. It's smooth, doesn't wrinkle, and has bright colors. It's in high demand!"

As Shen Yurong spoke, she casually brought it up.

"I was thinking, your cousin who drives for the transport team, doesn't he often drive the southern routes? Could you ask him to try and get some back?"

"I heard that this fabric is a hot commodity here, and you can make several times the profit just by reselling it!"

She poured Zhou Qingjian a glass of warm water, handed it to him, and continued to speak in that casual tone.

Zhou Qingjian paused, holding his water glass, and looked at Shen Yurong in surprise. He did have a cousin who ran a transportation business, but this was the first time he had ever heard of Dacron fabric.

He, a man who deals with machine tools all day, wasn't interested in these things.

But to his surprise, his wife, who was rumored to be domineering and now seemed a bit spoiled, would care about these things.

And you even make it sound so reasonable?

"Dacron? Several times the profit?"

Zhou Qingjian repeated these two words.

The factory where he worked wasn't very profitable; his fixed salary barely covered his living expenses, and he still had to secretly send money home.

Those people in the factory with connections were secretly doing side jobs and living comfortably, which made him very envious.

It was simply because his parents always advised him to be down-to-earth and not to do things he shouldn't have done.

At this moment, Shen Yurong's words seemed like an excuse to prompt him to start a side business.