Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chapter 422 - 416: A Wonderful Opportunity



Chapter 422: Chapter 416: A Wonderful Opportunity

Translator: 549690339

After hearing this, Qin Xue felt that Xue Ling had a point, but could it be possible? She came here because Xue Ling brought her, so what brought Yingying here?

“Xue Ling, you brought me here. How would others come here if they wish to?” Qin Xue felt that this world was really somewhat mystical.

“It depends on fate and opportunity, and that may come down to a single point.” Xue Ling knew that matters of fate were often mysterious.

“It’s just incredible because I was only brought here after I died in a car accident. If someone else comes, do they have to die to come here as well?” Qin Xue asked.

If that’s the case, then Yingying appearing in his dream was not a coincidence.

Perhaps Yingying was really in trouble, so she was calling for Qin Xue to save her in the dream.

But where is Yingying now and what has happened to her?

“Master, it depends on each person’s fate and opportunity, everyone’s luck is different, and I do not know.” Xue Ling said helplessly.

“Forget it, if Yingying also comes here, we are bound to meet eventually.” Qin Xue did not want to make things difficult for Xue Ling.

“Master, if there is fate between you two, you will meet each other.” Xue Ling knew that Qin Xue’s fate was profound, and whether it was personal connections or other aspects, she was far better than others.

“Yes, that’s what I think too. Xue Ling, I’m going to step out for a bit before Chu Molin comes back.” Qin Xue had been inside for a while now, and Chu Molin had just gone to shave, which shouldn’t take too long. It’d be awkward if they run into each other.

“Alright, Master, you need to control your emotions, don’t get too excited, otherwise the little one will come to this world earlier than planned.

If that happens, it might change the original course of things, and no one knows what will happen then.” Xue Ling thought it should remind Qin Xue, so she doesn’t change fate and change the course of things unknowingly.

“Alright, I’ll try my best to control myself.” Qin Xue answered after a moment of silence.

It seems she has genuinely become more delicate than before; she was never like this in the past.

It seems that people become weaker when they rely on others. Chu Molin is always thinking about her and pampering her. Where would she have the time to act delicate when she had to deal with everything alone in the past? Who would she act delicate for?

So it’s not that she has changed, but deep down she has always longed to be a petite woman, and she just didn’t have the chance before, following her heart’s desires to be herself.

However, which woman doesn’t want to be a petite woman? It’s just that these women have yet to meet a man they can rely on. So don’t blame women for being too strong, when there is no one to rely on, they can only rely on themselves. If they’re not strong, they’ll be eliminated.

After Qin Xue explained to Xue Ling, she left the space and leaned against the window, thinking about what to do in the future.

“Xue’er, what are you thinking about?” Chu Molin entered and saw Qin Xue staring out the window, deep in thought.

“I’m thinking about what to do in the future and what awaits us down the road.” Qin Xue looked at Chu Molin, and indeed, a clean-shaven face suited him better.

“Nice, very handsome.” Qin Xue complimented with a smile.

“Am I mesmerizing you?” Chu Molin casually asked after hearing his wife’s words.

“Yeah, you’ve completely captivated me, haha.” After saying that, Qin Xue couldn’t help but laugh first.

“Then I should really thank my skin for that.” Chu Molin looked at his playful wife, thinking that a lively wife was cuter.

“Of course, your skin has attracted quite a bit of attention.” Qin Xue touched his face with her hand.

“You can’t blame me for that; they stuck to me.” Chu Molin caught the hand causing mischief on his face.


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