"It’s that amazing?" Yang Ming was quite intrigued by the recorder his wife ntioned.
"That’s nothing; there’s even a video cara. You can record whatever you want and watch it."
"And then there’s the cara. It’s like a portrait, but just with a click, and it’s exactly like the person—much more realistic than any painting."
Talking about all those modern gadgets seed to open Xiaoxiao’s floodgates. She chatted on and on, completely forgetting she was still sick, her eyes sparkling brightly.
From kitchenware, ho appliances, refrigerators, color TVs, washing machines, telephones, mobile phones, computers, cars, and so on, and so on.
Xiaoxiao didn’t even leave out high-end items like sanitary pads.
Yang Ming was also swept up by the excitent, but at the sa ti felt a bit uncomfortable. His wife’s hotown had so many wonderful things, but she chose to stay with him in a place where none of those things existed.
He tightened his hold around his wife, "Darling, I really made you suffer by staying here."
Xiaoxiao playfully tapped Yang Ming’s chest, "Silly, no matter how great it is over there, it doesn’t have you, my loving and doting husband."
The only regret in her life was leaving her family behind. She wondered how her counterpart was doing on that side. She was a nice girl and should bring them so happiness too.
Thinking of this, her eyes dimd a little, and her mood wasn’t as high as before.
Yang Ming could feel her reaction. The only thing he could do was give her all his love, pampering her, "Let’s sleep, it’s late."
But Xiaoxiao, either because she slept too much during the day or talked too much about modern things, just couldn’t fall asleep.
She hugged Yang Ming and asked, "Husband, you just called a money-grubber. What do you an by that?"
"I an you’re adorable." He didn’t have any other intentions. He simply thought his wife’s little actions were cute, and he liked that a lot.
Xiaoxiao grinned, "That’s more like it. Let tell you, I’m not a shallow money-loving woman."
"Yes, yes, I know. My wife is far from being a shallow person." He knew exactly what kind of person his wife was. She earned her own money with effort and didn’t just make money from anything. Take the Grand Theater, for instance. She could let the girls continue receiving guests to earn more money, but instead, she turned the brothel into the Grand Theater, rescuing those people.
His wife repays kindness doubly.
But she would never let anyone push her around either; hadn’t she just demanded three hundred taels from them? He really liked this aspect of her personality, much more than those who only cry helplessly when sothing happens and don’t know what to do.
When he heard the sound of playing drinking gas, he knew his wife had her own ways up the mountain. She was probably planning to drink everyone under the table and find a chance to escape.
"If they hadn’t captured and taken up the mountain, wasting our ti, I wouldn’t have conned him. I didn’t originally aim for three hundred taels; now I feel even that’s too little. We nearly lost our lives."
"Yeah, it’s definitely too little." No amount of taels could be worth his wife’s life—she was priceless.
"Husband, I haven’t even asked you. How did you find the stockade? You ca at just the right ti when I had just gotten everyone drunk, and then you showed up."
"..."
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