Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chapter 1146: Chapter 1140: Everyone Has Their Own Worries – Part 1 Chapter 1146: Chapter 1140: Everyone Has Their Own Worries – Part 1 As soon as Qin Huaihe returned home, he confined himself to his study, leaving Cao Rui clueless about what had happened during his trip.

Even if she wanted to ask, there was no one to inquire from. She cast a forlorn look at the study door and silently returned to her room.

Cao Rui looked at the two quilts on the bed — when their daughter was home, they always slept together.

However, each was covered by their own quilt. For over twenty years, she lived a nearly widowed life, with scant intimacy between them.

Sometimes she wondered whether she shouldn’t have agreed to her family’s arrangement and gotten married.

Before she married Qin Huaihe, she had heard that he had once been in love with another woman.

But she thought that as long as she loved him enough and gave all of herself, he might fall in love with her too.

However, it was only now that she realized that some things, such as emotions, truly couldn’t be forced.

The couple mused over their own thoughts in separate rooms.

Qin Ying glanced at the study and then at her parents’ bedroom before exiting the house.

“Ying, it’s Chinese New Year. Why are you here?” Gu Beihan was surprised to see Qin Ying show up at the Gang’s place.

“I had nothing to do at home, so I dropped by,” Qin Ying didn’t tell Gu Beihan about the situation at her home.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Gu Beihan, but she truly didn’t know how to put it into words for him, so she glossed it over with a simple excuse.

“Are you troubled by something?” Gu Beihan rarely saw Qing Ying adopt such an expression.

“No, what could possibly trouble me? It’s just that I’m a bit exhausted from visiting the numerous relatives in the past couple of days. By the way, why are you here instead of celebrating New Year at home?” Ying looked at Gu Beihan, questioning.

“I find it too tedious at home. Handling the Gang’s affairs feels more comfortable,” responded Gu Beihan after hearing Ying’s words.

The main reason was that there were too many people paying New Year visits to their home, and most of them were young men and women.

And their purpose was quite apparent.

The outside world was oblivious to the fact that the Gu family was no longer the affluent household it used to be.

Everyone still believed they were the wealthy family from the past.

They were unaware that their fortune had been nearly squandered by Gu Beinuan.

The people who showed up now were primarily from middle and lower-class families.

They wished to form a marriage alliance with him or Gu Beilin, hoping to bring benefits to their own families.

In just two days, numerous young men and women had visited, annoying him to the point of seeking refuge here.

However, he didn’t think it necessary to share this with Ying.

But not stating it didn’t mean that Ying couldn’t guess.

“Were you sent off by your family for another blind date?” Ying attempted to control her emotions while questioning Gu Beihan.

“No, they just showed up at the house,” Gu Beihan conceded to Ying’s deduction without any further denial.

“You’re not young anymore. It’s about time you settled down. It would be strange if your aunt and uncle let you do as you wish,” Ying thought this was the most likely outcome, or he wouldn’t be here during Chinese New Year.

Ying dared not suggest he stay with her. However, inside her heart, she didn’t want him to be with someone else either.

“I don’t want to get married for now,” Gu Beihan said, a charming and adorable figure flashed in his mind.

If the prospective marriage partner were her, he might be interested.

Upon hearing Gu Beihan’s words, Ying couldn’t figure out if she was disappointed or not.

But it was definitely better than hearing him admit to having someone he liked.

“Have you recently dealt with any matters related to the Qingteng Gang?” Gu Beihan recalled the last time when the leader of the Qing Teng Gang came looking for him.