I'm incredibly ambitious after being reborn.

Chapter 42 The Rich Wife

The two of them fell asleep around 8 a.m., and Sang Yuke lingered in bed again because the temperature had been 30 degrees Celsius the night before and the air conditioner had been running non-stop. She really didn't want to go out in the hot air.

Then, after sweating, I feel uncomfortable all over, and I have to find a place to wipe myself from time to time, otherwise it's really uncomfortable to have it sticking to my skin.

Having never lived by the Yangtze River, I have no idea what the climate and environment of this godforsaken place are like; it can be truly disgusting.

We have a hygrometer at home, and the humidity level has been consistently around 76%. Working in an enclosed space without air conditioning would be unbearable.

I have never missed the dryness of Anbian County so much.

"Hey, shopkeeper, do you think I'll get pregnant today? If I do, won't the baby's birthday be the same as mine?"

"Sister Yu, it would be a miracle if God hadn't seen your brains if you'd gotten into high school."

"..."

He pulled Sang Yuke closer to him, then picked up the remote control from the bedside table. Although he didn't usually watch TV, he had installed cable TV, not because he wanted to watch anything, but just to have some background noise.

Did I miscalculate the time?

Sang Yuke, who was sitting sideways with her legs crossed, asked curiously, "That's right, today is my lunar birthday?"

"Are you planning to have Nezha? You got pregnant today, and you'll give birth on this day next year. Sister Yu, do you have the Universe Ring or the Heaven-Sealing Ribbon in your belly? Why do you have to let the baby stay for two more months?"

"Huh? Oh dear!"

Sang Yuke, realizing what was happening, cried out and blushed. She clearly knew about "ten months of pregnancy," but her mind wasn't quite working.

Zhang Daxiang thought that if he really gave birth, he would go to the hospital to bring the placenta home to raise, and then throw away the baby.

The TV was showing some idol dramas that Zhang Daxiang would never watch, nor had he ever seen. He was just watching them to pass the time. Sang Yuke, on the other hand, was like a cat, rubbing against and nuzzling around, and soon started purring softly.

Looking down, it was truly unfathomable.

She switched to a period drama, and the lively sounds of gongs and drums woke Sang Yuke up.

"Did I fall asleep again?"

"It will only take ten minutes."

"I'm living such a comfortable life, I can't even imagine it. I can't be a rich lady like this anymore."

Seeing her trying to cheer up, Zhang Daxiang laughed and said, "If you marry me and still have to suffer a lot, then you've married for nothing. You're destined to bring good fortune to your husband, so what's wrong with being a wealthy wife for once? Even if we don't become super rich, we'll be able to live a life of comfort and ease, right? Don't worry about what others think."

People like Sang Yuke always care about external "judgments," while Zhang Daxiang doesn't care at all. He doesn't have any lofty ideals or pursuits; being able to live a normal life until death is a huge win for him.

"Hey, shopkeeper, what do you like most about me?"

"I like everything about him, from his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, hands, and feet to his large peach-like figure. I like his big physique. There's nothing I don't like about him."

He raised his hand and gently patted Sang Yuke. The light pat was a comforting gesture, and Sang Yuke could naturally feel Zhang Daxiang's unspoken promise to her.

Just as I was about to say something more, I heard a commotion on the TV. It was probably a scene of a wealthy old lady throwing a lavish banquet. Various guests arrived, and her children and grandchildren came forward to offer their congratulations. The table was laden with all sorts of fruits, including, of course, a large prop peach.

The peaches were white on the outside and pink on the inside; they were truly a top-quality fruit at first glance.

Sang Yuke twisted and got up, enduring the slight pain as she sat on Zhang Daxiang's back, then lifted him up with both hands: "Shopkeeper, look, none of the ones on TV are as big as mine..."

"Hahahahahaha..."

"Hahahahahaha..."

Zhang Daxiang couldn't help but laugh, and Sang Yuke laughed along. The couple teased each other for a while before finally dawdling until almost eleven o'clock before going to brush their teeth and wash their faces.

There was a large vanity mirror on the bathroom sink. The two of them brushed their teeth in front of the mirror while pressing their butts against each other's. After playing around for a while, they changed their clothes.

"Sister Yu, you should put some talcum powder on your chest, otherwise you'll sweat a lot in a little while." The talcum powder was stockpiled beforehand, and it was meant to be given to the ancestral hall regularly, so the old folks could take some back with them and feel more comfortable when it gets hot in the summer.

However, the elderly don't take too much; one box is enough to last all summer. Taking more is simply because there's a new addition to the family.

Sang Yuke had only been with the Zhang family for a short time, yet she had already attended three full-moon celebrations. This was all because they all lived in the "Sanhang Lane." As the most powerful person in the Sanhang Lane, it was only right for Zhang Daxiang to give some blessings to the younger generation.

If it were the first or second line of the family, unless they visited each other frequently, they generally wouldn't come to the third line to invite people to a full moon celebration.

"Shopkeeper, my cousin is going back to her classmate's house in Pingjiang tomorrow. I don't dare drive that far. Could you give her a ride if you have time?"

After taking off her clothes again, Sang Yuke took a powder compact and began to apply a skin-care treatment to "Peach". She spread the powder evenly before gently lifting and placing it down.

Earth's gravity is really strong.

Zhang Daxiang was filled with emotion and once again admired Sang Yuke for walking and working with several large bottles of mineral water hanging from her sleeves every day.

"Okay, Sister Yu, please let your cousin know later."

"I'm going to my aunt's place in a bit, and I can chat with my cousin a little longer in the car tomorrow."

"By the way, is my cousin planning to go back to Jindu with her classmates from Pingjiang?"

"I think so? After all, it's already the 3rd or 4th, universities should have started classes long ago, right?"

"The first few days of university are pretty casual, so there's no need to worry about when to register."

"Really? Shopkeeper, you didn't even go to university."

"Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run. Besides, the factory workers at the school are all double graduate students, they'll know how to talk to you."

What is a graduate student?

"Researching how to have children."

"..."

When I went downstairs, it was quiet and deserted. After all, the place for washing and preparing vegetables had been changed. Now the place was clean and tidy, and everything was in perfect order. Even someone with OCD would be satisfied and nod in approval.

Sang Yuke took some leftover dumpling wrappers from the refrigerator. Zhang Daxiang thought she was going to make dumplings now, but she just wet the dumpling wrappers a little and stretched them out while the water was boiling on the gas stove.

A moment later, the water boiled, and several long dumpling wrappers were dropped in. After stirring them with chopsticks, the pot lid was put on. Sang Yuke quickly chopped some garlic and made some chili powder. As she started a new stove, she said to Zhang Daxiang, "Boss, pick a bunch of shallots from outside."

"it is good."

Sand onions are only about one millimeter in diameter, smaller than scallions, but they are indeed great for eating with noodles.

After picking a handful of scallions and washing them outside, Sang Yuke used a strainer to scoop the wide, long dumpling wrappers into a large bowl.

He took the sand onions from Zhang Daxiang's hand. Another pot was heating oil, and chopped scallions were sprinkled into a small bowl. The hot oil was then poured over, sizzling loudly.

"Shopkeeper, you eat first, I'll make more. If you don't like vinegar, I won't add it."

"Sister Yu."

Zhang Daxiang, holding a bowl of noodles, called out to Sang Yuke, who was still busy working.

"What's going on?"

"You are this person."

Zhang Daxiang gave a thumbs up.

(End of this chapter)