MGASC -Chapter 109 So Happy, My Wife is Spoiling Me

Zhang Qiao thought of her life before transmigrating into this book and felt a swell of emotions.

If there was any similarity between her and the original Zhang Qiao, it was that both came from families that weren’t wealthy.

Her parents weren’t as extreme as Zhang Qiao’s original parents, but they were just as poor.

When she was little, her father suffered a work injury, leaving the family with only a meager income for a long time. Zhang Qiao remembered that during that period, her mother took frugality to the extreme. Up until she went to university, all of Zhang Qiao’s clothes and shoes were hand-me-downs from relatives; the clothes never fit properly, and the shoes were either too big or too small.

Not to mention enjoying the foods, traveling, or seeing the world like other kids.

It wasn’t until she got into university that Zhang Qiao had the chance to see the outside world. She realized that an ordinary girl could look beautiful with the right makeup and proper clothes. Life could be so vibrant and colorful—provided, of course, that you had money.

Zhang Qiao wanted a better life. She wanted to make herself more beautiful, to break free from inferiority. So in her spare time, she tutored and took odd jobs. After graduation, she found that even her TEM-8 English certificate couldn’t bring her financial freedom—it could only secure a modest, enough-to-get-by job. So she started from scratch, filming beauty videos and doing live-stream sales.

Eventually, her monthly income reached over a hundred thousand yuan. Not exactly overnight riches, but enough for the refined life she had always dreamed of.

She became more confident and composed.

But from start to finish, Zhang Qiao understood that all her confidence came from one thing: money.

Even now, after transmigrating into a book, nothing had fundamentally changed.

Reliance on others is uncertain; reliance on resources is fleeting; reliance on yourself is eternal.

And in this era, making money was far easier than in the 21st century. So how could she ever pass up any opportunity?

Lin Tianyue looked at her, partly understanding, partly confused, as if a veil separated them.

Even what she said—tall buildings, bustling streets—seemed exaggerated to him. Yet the tone of her voice and the sparkle in her eyes carried a naturally inspiring effect.

It stirred a surge of excitement in anyone listening.

From behind, Lin Tianyue excitedly pulled Zhang Qiao into his arms and kissed the top of her head. “Of course, Qiao Qiao! Of course you will! From now on, you’ll have countless beautiful clothes, and all the money you earn will go to you—buy whatever you want. Whatever you decide to do, I’ll support you unconditionally.”

Woohoo! His wife was sharing her heart with him—didn’t that mean they were even closer now?

He was overjoyed!

The gloom in his heart vanished.

Inspired and energized by Zhang Qiao, Lin Tianyue resolved to work hard and earn a lot of money to fulfill his wife’s wishes.

Zhang Qiao, slightly dazed by the kiss, thought, Wait… we’re not exactly talking about the same thing, are we?

Oh well. He said he’d hand all the money to her—points for awareness. Her favorability toward him just went up a notch.

While they were making plans here, Song Jiawen had just arrived home.

Li Xiufen was busy in the kitchen, and Song Jiawen’s father, Song Jun, was idly drinking tea in the living room. Seeing his son enter in a clumsy, disheveled state, Song Jun asked, “What’s going on? Jiawen, why’s your neck bruised? Which bastard did this? One of your students fooling around again?”

Song Jiawen looked contemptuously at Li Xiufen in the kitchen. “Who else? Of course, it’s my dear older brother Lin Tianyue! He was jealous that I had a good partner and that my job was better than his. When he found out I was getting married, he came rushing back, trying to snatch our house! Isn’t that deliberately undermining me?”

“What? He’s trying to take your house? He… he even hit you?”

Song Jun slammed the table angrily, making Li Xiufen immediately put down her ladle and cautiously approach.

“Jiawen, what’s going on? That rascal Tianyue… he hit you?”

Song Jiawen, half sulking, half complaining, dramatically recounted the day’s events with embellishments.

Fuming, Song Jun glared at her. “Xiufen, what’s your son thinking? Didn’t he become a factory director and was going to buy a villa in the city? He’s so rich—why pick on us? Why eye the house meant for Jiawen? He could’ve come anytime before or after, but he had to cause trouble now? Clearly, he’s deliberately stirring things up! Honestly, Xiufen, in all these years, our Song family has provided for you. We haven’t wronged you or your son, have we? Did you secretly regret promising the house to Jiawen and deliberately lure him here to force Jiawen to give it back?”

Song Jiawen said, “Mom, if you didn’t want to give the house, just say so. Could I have snatched it anyway? Even if you hadn’t given anything before, Dad and I still respected and protected you.”

Li Xiufen, embarrassed by the sudden commotion, flushed bright red. “Ah, Jiawen, Mom wasn’t being stingy! I truly didn’t know!”

Flustered and panicked, she scolded, “That little brat! Always causing trouble, now this too! Jiawen, Old Song, don’t get upset. If there’s a problem, let him talk to me! It’s just one house—I’ll take care of it myself!”

Because of this scene, Li Xiufen hardly ate dinner that night. Song Jun and Song Jiawen occasionally threw her little jabs, making her uneasy.

Having been married into the family for years, Li Xiufen was used to flattering the father and son, never thinking she was at fault. The next morning, at the breakfast table, she vowed she would personally go speak with Lin Tianyue to reassure them.

Meanwhile, Lin Tianyue and Zhang Qiao had decided to move back into the old house.

Early the next morning, Lin Tianyue helped Zhang Qiao prepare the fish, then rode over to the old house to clean up—throwing away what needed discarding and adding what was missing.

Not wanting Zhang Qiao to do any work, he had her go downstairs to enjoy the sun.

When Li Xiufen arrived, the front door was open, and Zhang Qiao was collecting eggs into a basket.

The chickens had laid dozens of eggs in just one day.

As she carried the basket out, Li Xiufen entered and, seeing Zhang Qiao, scowled darkly, as if Zhang Qiao owed her 800 bucks.

Even when Zhang Qiao greeted her, she ignored her and ordered, “Put those eggs there. Are they yours? You touch them without rules!”

Zhang Qiao thought to herself, They’re raised in my house—aren’t they mine?

But she smiled and said, “Mom, They’re not for me? Who are you planning to give all these eggs to? I thought you raised so many chickens for your future granddaughter’s nutrition.”

“I’m not your mother!”

Li Xiufen hated Zhang Qiao’s coquettish expression. She had opposed this marriage from the start.