Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Qing Zhu thinks, she's now able to develop as if she were in modern times, let alone being an unmarried mother. Even though some things were done out of necessity, there's still a difference, right? The rice has already been cooked into a meal.

If Ye Xuan really is her destined partner, then she can't escape, right? So what's there to be afraid of? After all, he's hers in the end. Of course, the hard truth is to enjoy her freedom while she's unmarried.

Otherwise, once married, there will be too many family chores filled with rice, sauces, vinegar, and tea, and she'd be talking about freedom in vain.

"Qing Zhu, why do I feel like you have so many absurd theories? Everyone says I have plenty of them, but I see you have no fewer than I do, and you act even more drastically. At least I follow my heart, but you're stubborn like a duck, refusing to admit your true feelings. I won't argue with you anymore; you know better than anyone what you truly need." Qin Xue couldn't be bothered to waste words with her. The three of them know their situation well.

"Got it, Ms. Qin, I never noticed before that you have the potential to be a matchmaker. Why not open an agency for matchmaking? I could work for you." Qing Zhu joked.

"If that's the case, I'll be the first to pack you off, to prevent you from causing trouble for others." Qin Xue wasn't angry, picking up her words and continuing.

"Alright, no problem for me, just ask if my Yuran agrees to having a stepfather." Qing Zhu hasn't considered getting married, so there's no good or bad about it.

But if her daughter is willing and she finds someone pleasing, maybe she'll marry. However, everything they're saying now is a bit too soon.

"Tsk, still all talk and no action." Qin Xue sneered at her.

"You're so enthusiastic about our matters; does your man agree with you being like this?" Qing Zhu couldn't imagine it's possible. With Chu Molin being so attentive to Qin Xue, if he agrees, she'd cut off her own head and let them use it as a soccer ball.

"He doesn't agree, but what can I do when you guys are my girls." Qin Xue thought about the times Chu Molin complained that she should focus more on him. She was quite irritated; these two aren't in a hurry, so what can she do?

It's not just that they're not in hurry, the problem is that those two men are anxious. Whenever they show that kind of grievance expression, she feels those two women are too excessive, so she can only burn energy trying to mediate.

The result of doing so is neglecting her man, no wonder he often looks at her with resentment.

"Then just go on more dates with your husband, enjoy your couple's world, and let our matters happen naturally." It's not that Qing Zhu isn't willing, but some things can't be forced when it comes to feelings.

"I know, busybody." Qin Xue saw Chu Molin waiting at the entrance, probably having heard their conversation, so he was waiting there first.

"Hey, who's the real busybody here?" Qing Zhu was speechless. Clearly, she's the busybody, how did it turn on her?

"Fine, neither of us are one, okay? Slip of the tongue causing trouble." Qin Xue isn't a busybody; she doesn't have any trouble, so how did she become one? It was purely a slip of the tongue.

"Be careful, words can cause trouble." Qing Zhu reminded her. Since coming here, this girl's thoughts became simpler than before, at least she isn't weighed down by worry anymore, and she often speaks her mind. This is both good and bad.

As the saying goes, you can eat recklessly but shouldn't speak recklessly. If you're not careful, words can really bring trouble, because in this world, many troubles come from a single mouth.

"Got it. Chu Molin, we're here, let's go." Qin Xue acknowledged Qing Zhu, then called out to Chu Molin.

"Mm." Chu Molin nodded.