Reborn in the 80s and Remarrying an Officer, Let the Ungrateful Cry!

Chapter 54: Chapter 54: Can She Push Herself?

Fu Mingxue knew what her mother was feeling right now.

"—Mom, it turns out Qin Wenhao never planned on giving them those two bags at all! Look, he brought them back."

At her daughter’s words, Mrs. Fu’s mood instantly lightened.

When she saw the bags in her son-in-law’s hands, her face broke into a wide, cheerful smile.

She hadn’t wanted to give those two old geezers the two bags in the first place.

But she also knew her son-in-law couldn’t show up empty-handed.

She never expected he would bring them back.

It was incredibly satisfying.

"Good job. I wouldn’t have even wanted to give them a single piece of candy."

Qin Wenhao handed the two bags to his new bride.

"Mom, I don’t think they’ll be coming back to cause trouble anytime soon."

"Even if they do, I’m not afraid."

Seeing that everything here was more or less settled, Qin Wenhao said, "Mom, I should get going. I’ll be back in a few days."

"Oh, leaving so soon? Why don’t you stay the night and leave in the morning?"

"No, I’m leaving tonight. I have a ride." After speaking, Qin Wenhao turned to Fu Mingxue. "I’ll head back first. We can return to Beijing together later." frёewebnoѵēl.com

Fu Mingxue: ...

Mrs. Fu quickly answered for her, "Yes, together! Mingxue, hurry and see your husband out."

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Qin Wenhao glanced at her, then said to Mrs. Fu, "No need. It’s getting dark. I wouldn’t feel right letting her walk back alone."

Fu Mingxue: ...?

’My son-in-law is just wonderful,’ Mrs. Fu thought, deeply moved.

"Then have a safe trip! Mom will be waiting for you to come celebrate the New Year."

"Okay!" With that, Qin Wenhao started to walk out.

Mrs. Fu suddenly remembered something and wanted to pack some things for him. "Son-in-law, wait! Let me get some snacks for my dear grandson and granddaughter—"

Qin Wenhao stopped, his expression softening. "Mom, it’s okay. It’s not convenient for me to carry them. I’ll get them next time."

Since he’d put it that way, Mrs. Fu had to let it go.

Still, the mother and daughter pair walked him to the door, watching until he was out of sight before closing the main gate.

"Wenhao is such a good kid. It’s a good thing you two got your marriage certificate today."

’Otherwise, such a wonderful son-in-law would have belonged to someone else.’

Fu Mingxue: ...?

"Mom, I’m going back to my room."

"Alright, go on!" So much had happened today; it had been utterly exhausting.

Fu Mingxue immediately returned to her room. The moment she closed the door, she began to inspect the system in her mind.

She hadn’t had any time to figure out what this thing was earlier.

Now, she finally had time to investigate it.

The holographic screen showed that the marriage mission was complete, and the reward had already been placed in the system’s inventory.

Fu Mingxue thought the command, and the property deed appeared in her hand.

It really was the deed to a courtyard house in Beijing City.

And it was a two-courtyard house, no less— ’Heavens, I’ve struck it rich!’

After admiring the treasure for a good while, she returned the deed to her inventory.

Then, she went back to studying this "Pushy Parent System."

She discovered there were many task pages, with even more rewards.

For example, supervising a child’s studies for one hour would reward a pound of grain coupons and a random item—including, but not limited to, grain, oil, rice, flour, and meat.

And this was a daily task.

’Does that mean if I complete it every day, I get a reward every day?’

Not only that, but there was also a small daily reward for practicing calligraphy.

Getting a perfect score on a test came with a prize.

...

The sheer variety of tasks was dizzying, and the rewards were incredibly generous.

Fu Mingxue was green with envy as she looked at it all—there was just so much good stuff.

Especially in this era of scarcity, these things were simply thrilling.

’I’ll raise these kids. I absolutely have to.’

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’Wait a minute, isn’t this just about pushy parenting?’

’Don’t I count as a child, too? After all, my mom is still around!’

’So, can I be the "child" that I push?’