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

Chapter 434 - 464: Shen Yi’s Will to Survive
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Chapter 434: Chapter 464: Shen Yi’s Will to Survive

She wasn’t too worried about anyone else. Her only concerns were for her dear older brother back home, his only daughter, and her own grandson.

Now, she could finally rest a little easier.

Du Liya nodded quickly, saying with genuine feeling, "I feel so incredibly happy right now!"

Meanwhile, Qin Jiao had accidentally gotten some frosting on her hand and went to wash it off. By the time she returned from the restroom, she found Shen Yi surrounded by three young women.

One of the three was Asian, while the other two were blonde, blue-eyed foreigners.

Qin Jiao didn’t recognize the foreign girls, but she did recognize the black-haired, dark-eyed young woman. It was none other than Beidou’s cousin, Guo Ailan.

Beidou’s family was rather unconventional, so they had members from several different countries.

Just as Qin Jiao returned, Guo Ailan was reaching out to grab Shen Yi’s arm. She smiled and said, "My cousin told me his stepson was handsome, and I didn’t believe him. Turns out he wasn’t lying at all after seeing you today. Going by generation, you should even call me Little Auntie."

Shen Yi, however, smoothly dodged her hand. His tone was cold as he said, "Sorry, but we’re not familiar."

The blonde girl beside them exclaimed in surprise, "Whoa, he’s so cool!"

Guo Ailan, however, wasn’t the least bit angry. She just smiled and added, "Xiao Yi isn’t just cool and handsome, he’s also incredibly smart. I hear he’s currently studying at the best university back in China!"

"Woooow!"

Shen Yi fought to control his temper, resisting the urge to smash the plate in his hand into the faces of these "woooow"-ing women. He knew his temper was shorter than most. All he wanted right now was to be by Jiao Jiao’s side, holding her little hand and kissing her lips.

He looked up and found Qin Jiao in the crowd.

She was watching him with a teasing smile.

In that instant, Shen Yi’s survival instincts went into overdrive. He immediately pushed aside the annoying women and scurried over to Qin Jiao’s side.

"Honey, you’re finally back! I’ve been waiting for you."

The blonde girls were a bit baffled; they probably had no idea that Qin Jiao was Shen Yi’s wife. But Guo Ailan knew perfectly well. In fact, she had deliberately used Qin Jiao’s absence as a chance to hit on him.

’Who would have thought Qin Jiao would be back so fast?’

She pursed her lips and tossed her long hair. After saying a quick goodbye to her friends, she picked up a glass of champagne and sauntered over to where Qin Jiao and Shen Yi were standing.

Just then, Qin Jiao stepped on the top of Shen Yi’s foot. "Did I come back too soon?" she asked sweetly. "Was I interrupting your fun with the ladies?"

"No, no, absolutely not! They were driving me crazy. The smell of their perfume was so strong I thought I was going to pass out."

Just as Shen Yi finished speaking, Guo Ailan walked up to them, and her expression instantly darkened.

But Guo Ailan was a very persistent woman. After all, she lived by the motto: "There’s no wall that can’t be undermined, only a hoe that isn’t trying hard enough."

She looked at Qin Jiao with a defiant glint in her eye. "You must be Xiao Yi’s wife, right?" she said. "I hear your family is very poor?"

Qin Jiao replied calmly, "We get by. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing," Guo Ailan said. "It’s just that, perhaps because you’re so poor, you don’t understand common courtesy? According to our family hierarchy, you’re supposed to call me Auntie."

"Oh," Qin Jiao said. "In that case, you’ve taken amazing care of yourself. I never would have guessed you were in your thirties or forties."

"You—! That’s not what I meant!"

"Then what did you mean? You want me to treat you as a senior? I suppose I could. But according to our customs, when you start addressing someone by a new title, you’re supposed to get a red envelope. A moment ago, you were dripping with the superiority of a wealthy person, so that red envelope couldn’t be a small one, could it? How about a casual eighty or a hundred thousand?"

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