After Transmigration: Unexpectedly Wed the Ruthless Tycoon-Chapter 87: To Supplement One

Gu Fuqiao lay on the bed, feeling a bit upset, and then thought about the money she lost, which made her head ache slightly. She hugged the quilt but felt too warm, so she tossed the quilt aside and hugged the pillow to enjoy the fan.

Suddenly, the wind from the fan seemed to lessen, and Gu Fuqiao turned to see Yan Zhen Guo’s tall figure blocking the fan.

Earlier, this man forced her to eat, and now he’s blocking her fan. What exactly does he want?

Gu Fuqiao sat up angrily, and just looked at Yan Zhen Guo, who asked, "You lost money." This sentence was not a question, but a statement.

Seeing Yan Zhen Guo like this, Gu Fuqiao knew he seemed to know what happened today. It seems he went out earlier to ask Chen Bajin. After all, they are husband and wife, so she didn’t need to hide it anymore. She simply nodded and said, "Yeah, I lost money."

"How much did you lose?" Yan Zhen Guo’s thin lips moved slightly.

Seeing him ask this question, Gu Fuqiao thought that twelve yuan isn’t a small amount. Although Yan Zhen Guo’s allowance and salary are not low and his family should be pretty well-off, considering his background, still... losing that much money, would Yan Zhen Guo think she’s too careless?

While Gu Fuqiao was hesitant, she glanced at Yan Zhen Guo secretly.

Yan Zhen Guo’s handsome face seemed to convey the message: "Be honest, lighten your load; resist and it gets worse."

"Hey." Gu Fuqiao sighed and said, "Then if I tell you, don’t get mad." Although it’s the money she earned herself, they are husband and wife after all, and Yan Zhen Guo gave all his money to her...

"I lost..." Gu Fuqiao’s gaze fell on Yan Zhen Guo, "Ten... twelve yuan."

After she finished speaking, she seriously observed Yan Zhen Guo’s expression, but his face remained normal. He glanced at Gu Fuqiao and asked, "Hungry?"

"Hungry..." Gu Fuqiao didn’t know why Yan Zhen Guo suddenly asked this question. But to be honest, after telling Yan Zhen Guo about it, she seemed really a bit hungry.

She reached to touch her stomach, which hadn’t eaten dinner today, and said, "Seems I’m really hungry."

"Okay." Yan Zhen Guo nodded and said, "Come down, I’ll cook you some noodles."

"Alright." Gu Fuqiao released the pillow she was hugging. As soon as she got out of bed and saw Yan Zhen Guo heading to the kitchen, she suddenly recalled the time Yan Zhen Guo boiled noodles with cold water, so she quickly jumped out of bed and dashed past Yan Zhen Guo to the kitchen.

Yan Zhen Guo looked at Gu Fuqiao’s back, chuckled, and then went to the kitchen to help her start the fire.

Seeing someone help her with the fire, Gu Fuqiao was really grateful. After all, in this scorching heat, isn’t it hot to start a fire! As she filled the pot with water, she said to Yan Zhen Guo, "Actually, this was my manuscript fee... Though it wasn’t too hard to earn, I still feel quite upset... Also, since my article was published, you have to stick to what you said before!"

Yan Zhen Guo did not directly answer Gu Fuqiao’s words. While throwing firewood into the stove, he looked up at Gu Fuqiao and said, "Don’t think about that twelve yuan anymore."

It seems Yan Zhen Guo intended to privately compensate her for those twelve yuan to soothe her hurt feelings?

Just as Gu Fuqiao eagerly looked at Yan Zhen Guo, he smiled and said, "Look around at home, maybe you’ll find it. Who knows if you even took it out?"

"Shouldn’t be." Hearing this, Gu Fuqiao thought carefully and felt it’s unlikely. "I wrapped the money in a handkerchief and put it in my pocket, so I certainly took it out."

"Do you remember what your handkerchief looked like?" Yan Zhen Guo asked.

Gu Fuqiao thought carefully, and that handkerchief she took from home, Yan Zhen Guo should have some impression of it. It was a plain white handkerchief, embroidered with two small yellow flowers.

"Just a handkerchief with two small yellow flowers embroidered on it," Gu Fuqiao said.

Yan Zhen Guo remembered and said, "I know it. Carefully look around the house, maybe you can find it."

Finding it... How could she find it? She remembers taking it out, most likely it fell outside and can’t be found. Moreover, even if someone finds it and returns it, there’s no name on it, how could it be found?

Gu Fuqiao sighed and continued to cook her food.

The next morning, after waking up, Gu Fuqiao continued her daily routine of writing novels. Just as she finished writing and was about to cook, she found a cloth bundle in her basket.

She picked out the cloth bundle and looked at it, realizing it seemed to be the handkerchief she used to wrap the money.

"Could it really be that Old Yan was right? I didn’t even take it out?" Gu Fuqiao reached up to touch her head, then opened the cloth bundle and counted the money inside. It was indeed twelve yuan.

However, the money was in the basket, so it must have been taken out. It was just accidentally mixed into the basket, and she never noticed.

"I am really stupid." Gu Fuqiao sighed after taking out the money. Just as she put it in the drawer of the bedroom, she noticed something unusual. freewēbnoveℓ.com

This handkerchief didn’t seem to be hers. Although the style was identical, her handkerchief caught some oil stains the last time, which wouldn’t wash out. But there were no oil stains on this handkerchief!

Gu Fuqiao carefully examined the handkerchief repeatedly and noticed there really weren’t oil stains. She thought carefully about what Yan Zhen Guo said yesterday and how he specifically asked about how much money she lost and what the handkerchief wrapping the money looked like.

Looks like this money wasn’t her manuscript fee; that money was truly lost. And this money... was placed secretly by Yan Zhen Guo to comfort her.

"Really, how can this guy be so likable!" Gu Fuqiao laughed looking at the handkerchief in her hand. She decided that today she would cook a nice meal to reward Yan Zhen Guo!

In the afternoon, Gu Fuqiao was making clothes when Chen Bajin came by.

Seeing the two pieces of fabric in Gu Fuqiao’s hands, Chen Bajin was stunned, "Ah Jiao, what are you doing?"

Gu Fuqiao was so engrossed in her work that she had forgotten Chen Bajin had come in. She patted her head awkwardly and stuffed the fabric behind her, saying, "Nothing, I’m just patching up some old clothes."

"Those clothes are really torn, but are they still wearable?" Chen Bajin asked suspiciously, as she clearly saw that the skirt had gaps at the waist and was missing quite a bit of fabric at the hem.

"Can... patch it up..." Gu Fuqiao stammered, wishing she had closed the door sooner. This way, when Chen Bajin came in, she could have hidden this stuff away.