Back to the 1980s: Becoming the Villain's Lucky Wife

Chapter 349: Chapter 349: This Wedding Night, It’s Fake

But they hadn’t been hugging for long when Su Yun’s anxious voice called from the doorway, "Xiao Yi, have you found Jiao Jiao?"

Their courtyard home was a single-family residence with its own main gate, unlike the large, communal courtyards that housed many different families.

Since it was just family inside and the main gate was locked, it shouldn’t have been possible for someone to just go missing so late at night.

But when Su Yun pushed the door open and saw the two of them embracing, she froze.

Even then, Shen Yi was reluctant to let go. Qin Jiao pushed him away and said to Su Yun, "Mom, I was over in the little study. I fell asleep while reading, so Shen Yi didn’t see me and thought I was somewhere else." freewebnovel.cσ๓

The image of the two of them embracing filled Su Yun’s mind, along with the red "double happiness" characters pasted on the windowpanes nearby.

The mother’s heart was a tangle of complicated emotions, but she knew this wasn’t the time to say or do anything. At least her daughter wasn’t missing. She could only nod and say, "Get some rest. Don’t you have to go to the clothing factory tomorrow?"

The clothing factory would be a tough battle to fight.

After Su Yun left, Qin Jiao saw Shen Yi still standing there and gave him an exasperated push. "Alright, that’s enough. I’m a living, breathing person, how could I just vanish into thin air? Move it, I’m going to take a shower!"

Shen Yi nodded and obediently stepped aside. The bathroom was in the rear building. The current conditions were nothing compared to what they had before they were reborn, but for some reason, Shen Yi felt that living in this simple, rustic courtyard was far warmer and more blissful than living in a grand villa in his past life.

His heart skipped a beat as he watched Qin Jiao take her pajamas and toiletries from their shared wardrobe. The sight of her walking away while letting her long hair down was enough to make his pulse race.

When Qin Jiao sensed something and glanced back, Shen Yi quickly averted his gaze and turned to arrange the bedding.

Of course, they couldn’t sleep in the same room, much to Shen Yi’s regret. But just being able to hear her moving about was enough to put him in an incredibly good mood.

When Qin Jiao came out from her shower with her hair dripping wet, Shen Yi stepped forward, took the towel from her hand, and said, "Let me dry it for you."

"Don’t we have a hairdryer? I think it’s the Qilin brand one your aunt brought over."

It wasn’t just a hairdryer; they also had a washing machine, a sewing machine, watches, a bicycle, a refrigerator, a television, and even a Jeep that had yet to be delivered.

Their collection of household appliances was astonishingly robust. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

The refrigerator, mind you, was even a foreign brand.

Even the washbasin was decorated with a red "double happiness" character, making everything look exceptionally festive.

Qin Jiao reached for the hairdryer, but Shen Yi beat her to it. He plugged it in, tested the temperature, and then began to gently dry her hair.

As his warm fingertips brushed against her hairline, Qin Jiao subconsciously pressed her lips together, searching for something to say to dispel the slightly intimate atmosphere.

She said, "Shen Yi, the space has gotten bigger. When you have time later, can you help me move some things? They’re too heavy for me to move on my own."

"I can do it now."

"No, we can’t. I just took a shower. What if I get all sweaty again?"

"Whatever you say, Jiao Jiao."

With her back to Shen Yi, all Qin Jiao could hear was the WHIRRING of the hairdryer. Dryers from this era were incredibly loud, but the noise still couldn’t completely drown out the low, pleasant timbre of Shen Yi’s voice.

’Tonight is our wedding night... but it’s a fake one.’

That one thought was enough to instantly sober her up. No matter how handsome or wonderful Shen Yi was, she could help him out with a fake marriage, but she couldn’t allow herself to get any more deeply entangled.

Qin Jiao spoke up, "Alright, my hair is almost dry. I’m going back to my room. You should get some rest, too."