Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Upon hearing that there were many new clothes to wear, Qin Jiale was absolutely delighted, feeling that her sister was really too good to her.

“Little sister, you dropped your money,” Qin Yu said out of the blue, watching Qin Jiale’s happy expression.

“Where?” Qin Jiale looked down and around but didn’t see any money.

“Hahaha, little sister, you’re too cute.” Qin Yu couldn’t help but burst into laughter at his sister’s reaction.

“Brother, you’re so bad,” Qin Jiale finally realized that she had been tricked.

“Even if I’m bad, I’m still your brother,” Qin Yu said arrogantly, looking at his sister.

“Mom, can we return him?” Qin Jiale ignored her brother and turned to ask her mother instead.

“No,” Nangong Shulan smiled as she watched her children teasing each other.

“Mom, why are you siding with my brother to bully me?” Qin Jiale pouted.

“Who told you to be the youngest in the family?” Qin Yu ruffled his sister’s hair.

“Dad, look, my brother keeps messing up my hair, turning it into a bird’s nest,” Qin Jiale complained, her eyes and face full of laughter.

“If it’s messy, just go get a comb and comb it back into place,” Qin Lei said with a smile, looking at his daughter.

“Fine, you all gang up on me, I’m just a little poor thing. I’m going to tell my sister that you’re all bullying me,” Qin Jiale said pitifully.

“Ah, she’s become quite the tattletale,” Nangong Shu shook her head helplessly as she looked at her little daughter.

“That’s because you all ganged up to bully me,” Qin Jiale huffed proudly.

“Alright, stop fooling around now. Clean up what needs to be cleaned up, and don’t be late for the car tomorrow morning,” Nangong Shulan watched her happy family and felt contented.

“Yes, Mother,” Qin Jiale saluted her mother.

“This child, how come I never noticed how mischievous you were before?” Nangong Shulan wondered if someone had secretly replaced her little daughter.

“Back when my sister was at home, I didn’t need to act silly. Now that my sister is married, it’s my turn, right?” Qin Jiale said while folding clothes.

“We really neglected you,” Nangong Shulan felt a bit sad when her little daughter said this.

“Mom, what are you talking about? If both my sister and I had been so willful back then, you would have been worried sick,” Qin Jiale quickly clarified her meaning. She wasn’t competing for favor, after all.

“No matter what, we are the ones who owe you. These years must have been very hard for you, right?” Nangong Shulan looked at her little daughter, tall and thin, her features resembling her own. She had her father’s eyebrows and eyes, which made her look very heroic.

“Not hard at all, I’ve been very happy,” Qin Jiale thought about the atmosphere in their family and felt contented.

“Silly girl,” Nangong Shulan looked at her little daughter and exchanged a glance with her husband.

Everyone chatted and laughed as they cleaned up the clothes, and Qin Jiale put on the princess dress that her sister had made for her.

“Wow, little sister is so beautiful,” Qin Yu was the first to notice Qin Jiale, who had changed into her new dress.

“Very beautiful,” Qin Lei and Nangong Shulan turned their heads to look at their little daughter and praised her.

“It’s my sister’s design that makes the dress beautiful,” Qin Jiale said shyly as she listened to her family’s compliments.

“The dress is beautiful, and so is the person wearing it,” Qin Yu honestly thought so.

“Shulan, Jiale really looks like you when you were young,” Qin Lei looked at his wife.

“I’ve aged. Time spares no one,” Nangong Shulan touched her face, where some wrinkles were quite noticeable.

“In my heart, you’ll always be the fairy I laid eyes on for the first time,” Qin Lei was attracted to Nangong Shulan the moment he first saw her and felt that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

For that reason, he was determined to marry Nangong Shulan. Therefore, even when she was pregnant at the time, he married her without a single regret. For this lifetime, having married her, he had no regrets.