Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

It wasn’t until Chu Molin turned 16 and could apply for an ID card that he chose to leave home.

At that time, he had no money and no tickets, so he had to rely on walking and doing odd jobs to earn money and food.

One day, after saving someone, that person took him home, and a new chapter in his life began.

He remembered the person saying, “You’ve saved my life by helping me keep these things. You can make a request; as long as it’s not too unreasonable, I’ll agree to it.”

Chu Molin only made one request: “Since you can take me home, you must have the ability to make it impossible for anyone to find out that I’m here, right?”

The person remained silent and stared at Chu Molin for a long time, while Chu Molin stared back, unafraid. Finally, just before Chu Molin couldn’t hold on anymore, the person agreed to his request.

“I can block your information so no one can find you, but you must tell me why you’re doing this,” the person asked him.

How had he responded at the time? It seemed to be something like, “With the one who loved me gone, fleeing is my only option.”

After hearing this, the person nodded silently, patted his shoulder, and left.

After that, he resumed his studies, then enlisted in the military, and eventually joined a research institute.

Chu Molin jumped off the rock, put on his hat, and started descending the mountain.

“Mom, I’m going with Grandma Miao now,” Qin Yu and Miao Qingqing waved to Nangong Shulan as they stood at the door.

“Be careful on the road,” Nangong Shulan reminded them.

“I know,” Qin Yu replied loudly.

That night, as Chu Molin held Qin Xue, she wanted to ask him about what happened, but he silenced her before she could speak.

He embraced her as if he wanted to meld her into his body.

Qin Xue sensed that Chu Molin was not himself, but instead of crying out in pain, she pressed on his Hegu and Taichong acupoints in a rhythmic pattern.

“Xue’er.” Chu Molin regained his composure and let go of Qin Xue, but rested his head on her shoulder.

“Go to sleep; I won’t ask anymore,” Qin Xue whispered, gently patting his back.

“Hmm, I’ll tell you in the future.” Chu Molin had been caught off guard by Miao Qingqing’s presence today, and recalling some of his childhood memories had caused him to lose control of his emotions when Qin Xue tried to question him earlier.

“Xue’er, let me take a look.” Chu Molin remembered that he had been holding her quite tightly earlier and was sure he must have hurt her.

“No need, I’m fine. Just go to sleep,” Qin Xue said. Although she felt like she had been taken apart and put back together, she knew she was really fine.

“No, I have to check on you,” Chu Molin insisted, preparing to lift his wife’s clothes to inspect her.

Frightened, Qin Xue quickly held down her clothes. There was no way she could let him examine her, especially now when she wasn’t pregnant anymore. Moreover, Qin Xue had recovered well, almost regaining her original figure in just half of her confinement period.

“Xue’er, be good, let me check you. Don’t resist, or else mom and little sister will hear us and think we’re doing something else,” Chu Molin whispered into her ear, his warm breath tickling her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.