Chapter 329: Wife, You Need to Learn to Refuse

Qin Wenshu immediately grew excited. "A machinery factory? I can get in touch with one. A friend of mine works at a machinery factory—"

He hadn’t even finished his sentence when a displeased voice cut him off.

"Get in touch about what? You’ve got a lot of free time on your hands, but do you think my wife is as idle as you are?"

Qin Wenhao walked in from outside.

His face was dark.

Qin Wenshu was a little frightened by the look in his eyes.

He gave a sheepish laugh. "—Brother Wenhuo, I was just hoping your wife could help me with the modifications when she has some free time. I wasn’t asking her to do it right now."

’Of course, he desperately wanted her to do it for him right now, but that just wasn’t possible, was it?’

Qin Wenhao shot him a sharp glare. "My wife has no free time. It’s not like you’re broke. Can’t you just go buy one yourself?"

"Actually, there aren’t any for sale."

He’d been to quite a few shops but hadn’t seen anything like it.

And if he did find one, it would probably be incredibly expensive. If the family wouldn’t foot the bill, how could he ever afford it?

On his salary of just over forty a month?

Get real!

"Then you should just drop the idea. My wife is busy. Okay, she needs to eat breakfast, and she has to get to school soon, so you need to leave. Don’t waste my wife’s time. Hurry up and go."

Qin Wenhao shooed him away, his face etched with impatience.

Qin Wenshu: ’...?’

’Seriously, bro? Have you got no brotherly affection left at all?’

’I’m your little brother, for crying out loud! I even went all the way to the train station to pick you up yesterday!’

"Still not leaving?" Qin Wenhao shot him a glare.

Qin Wenshu immediately hoisted the bicycle onto his shoulder, turned, and bolted.

’He got the picture—Brother Wenhuo didn’t seem to be in a good mood at all!’

’Who pissed him off?’

Qin Wenhao shut the front door right behind him.

Fu Mingxue: ’...?’

Just then, Qin Wenhao turned to look at her.

He spoke to her earnestly. "Honey, if Qin Wenshu comes to you with this kind of thing again, just turn him down flat. Don’t feel too awkward to refuse. Otherwise, once you set a precedent and do it for him, what happens when everyone else comes asking you for modifications? All those nosy aunts and distant cousins—do you have time for that? We just have to say no when it’s necessary."

Fu Mingxue: ’...?’

’She was going to refuse anyway,’ she thought. ’He just got involved too quickly.’

Besides, it was only Qin Wenshu—she actually had a pretty good impression of him.

If it had been anyone else, she would have rejected them at their very first word.

"—Fine, I get it!"

Qin Wenhao figured his wife was just young and too soft-hearted to say no, especially since these were his relatives.

’This was his fault.’

It was just like the hair dryer yesterday. If he hadn’t spoken up in time, that thing would probably be in his mom’s hands by now.

And his mom would definitely have taken that hair dryer to show off to her sisters-in-law, relatives, and friends.

Also, he decided he needed to have a serious word with Qin Wenshu later and warn him not to bother his wife with every trivial little thing.

"Time for breakfast. I bought some fried dough sticks and wontons; they’re really good."

"Okay." Fu Mingxue actually quite liked the breakfast stalls around here.

Especially the fried dough sticks. The taste was perfect—incredibly crispy.

Her mom could make fried dough sticks too, but in comparison, the texture of hers was always a little lacking.

Qin Wenhao laid out the breakfast he had bought.

He had also bought a few meat buns and two hard-boiled eggs.

Fu Mingxue sat down and saw the lavish breakfast spread.

"Why did you buy so much?"

"We can eat it all. And even if we can’t, we have a refrigerator now."

Qin Wenhao’s words reminded Fu Mingxue that they had, in fact, bought a refrigerator just yesterday.

"I’ll take you to school in a little while, okay?"