After the female supporting character in the quick transmigration series realized her mistakes

Wen Yi knew perfectly well that Cheng Qingsong kept saying he worked as a spray painter with Jiang Yu, but over the past few days, she had noticed something was off. This job was definitely not what it seemed.

She didn't know exactly what they did.

But she knew in her heart that this money was definitely not earned from working in a factory.

If Cheng Qingsong worked in a factory, how could he have made money so quickly? He also wouldn't be dressed so cleanly and neatly, and so particular about his image.

Now Cheng Qingsong looks presentable, and the clothes he wears are no longer the old ones he used to wear.

He was very conscious of his appearance, and his hair was meticulously styled. Just now, seeing him looking so radiant and dashing, if Wen Yi weren't his wife, she would have really thought he was in love.

They chatted idly on one side, while the others on the other side waited for Cheng Qingsong.

At this moment, one of the girls, like a curious kitten, approached Jiang Yu and asked curiously, "Brother Jiang, is that the prettiest woman over there Brother Qingsong's wife?"

Jiang Yu nodded, thinking to herself: I also think she's the most beautiful, like the brightest star in the night sky, attracting my attention wherever she is, it's just a pity that she's too timid.

Another person chimed in, "No wonder Cheng Qingsong works so hard to earn money. Every time a customer calls for a waiter, he's faster than a rabbit. With such a beautiful wife, how could he not work hard to earn money!"

"Cheng Qingsong is a very nice person. Whenever any of you need help, he will help without hesitation. He is also tall and handsome. The two of them are simply a match made in heaven."

"Yes, he gets more tips every night than his salary, and he's quite popular."

Jiang Yu felt annoyed as she watched them chattering away like a flock of sparrows about the two people opposite her.

At this moment, he heard a girl's clear voice: "Actually, it's not bad to be ordinary friends with someone like Cheng Qingsong. However, if you want him to be your boyfriend or husband, then his wife probably has to like sour food."

"Why? And what does it have to do with liking sour foods?"

"Tell me, what girl would like to see her husband being soft-hearted towards other girls? I don't want my boyfriend to not know how to refuse other women's requests for help outside of work."

The others thought about it for a moment and agreed, especially those of them who worked in entertainment venues. They had already seen the many faces of men and would naturally not choose to marry someone who had worked in entertainment venues.

They saw Cheng Qingsong hand the money to his wife, and one of them sighed enviously, "Actually, being born with a good-looking face is also an advantage. You don't have to work hard to earn money, and a man is willing to support you."

……

When Cheng Qingsong walked over, they all turned to look at him. He asked suspiciously, "What's wrong? Why are you all looking at me like that?"

Ye Jiayan, who had just gotten along with him, said, "It's nothing, I was just a little curious. I didn't expect your wife to be so beautiful. No wonder you're so frugal. Every time I invite you out to dinner, you always say you don't have money, but as soon as I say you don't need to treat me, you're more eager than anyone else."

Someone whispered to the person next to them, "Actually, Cheng Qingsong's wife looks perfect for our line of work. She'd definitely make money faster than Cheng Qingsong."

Those around her, fearing Cheng Qingsong would overhear, immediately stopped her from saying anything more, so she didn't dare continue.

Cheng Qingsong: "I'm different from you. I'm already married and need to support my family, so I naturally have to save money wherever I can."

Someone asked curiously, "You're so young, yet you've been married for four years. Why did you get married so early? You and Brother Jiang are from the same hometown, and he's not even married yet."

Jiang Yu was unhappy about being compared and retorted, "Do I not want to get married? I just don't have a marriage partner. Qing Song's wife used to be the dream goddess of all of us boys in our area. If she wanted to marry me, I would have gotten married long ago. It's just a pity that she has no eyes for me."

Cheng Qingsong listened to his nonsensical words and lightly punched him on the shoulder, "Don't talk nonsense, how can Wen Yi be blind?"

Ye Jiayan stared at Jiang Yu, wanting to say something, but when she looked at Cheng Qingsong, she was afraid that her words would embarrass him, so she swallowed back what she was about to say.

"Brother Qingsong, isn't your wife coming to dinner with us? Why don't you invite her and her friends over and introduce them to us?"

Cheng Qingsong remained silent. Seeing this, Jiang Yu stepped forward and said, "Alright, stop making a fuss. Are you going to eat or not? Let's go."

After saying that, he tiptoed, hooked his arm around Cheng Qingsong's shoulder, and stepped forward. Seeing this, the others also shut up and followed quietly.

……

After packing the items she bought and sending them home through the post office, Wen Yi felt relieved, as if she had completed an important task.

Now, when she has nothing to do at home each day, she secretly hides in her small room and practices yoga. Although her body is a little stiff and her movements are not standard.

However, after ten days of consistent practice, her body became much more flexible, and she even lost a little weight.

As a result, Wen Yi became extremely obsessed with practicing yoga, as if she had discovered a new continent.

At first, she planned to go out and find a job, but firstly, it was too cold and she didn't want to move, and secondly, she was afraid because she had no one by her side.

Now, many of her fellow villagers are preparing to return to their hometown, which has also made her want to go home.

If it were in the past, they would still be busy at the factory, and with Cheng Qingsong by their side, they wouldn't be so desperately missing their families.

But now the situation is different. Her longing for her family is like a surging tide, and her concern for her parents, grandparents, younger brother and sister is becoming increasingly intense.

Even the road leading to the village from her doorstep, and the scenes of farm work that she used to hate the most, kept appearing in her mind.

When Cheng Qingsong returned home in the morning, he immediately saw Wenyi staring blankly on the small balcony. Full of doubt, he approached her and asked softly, "What's wrong? Aren't you cold on the balcony? You seem a little down."

Wen Yi glanced at him listlessly, then suddenly remembered something and said, "Your parents are going home in two days. Are we really not going home with them?"

Cheng Qingsong hugged her tightly and gently comforted her, "Didn't we already agree to go back next year for the Spring Festival?"

“I’m at my busiest right now, and it’s also the best time to make money. Think about it, I’m working alone now, and in just half a month I’ve earned what we used to earn in two months, without you having to put in any effort. I’m working hard to earn money so we can buy a house in the provincial capital. I’ll earn money for another two years, okay?”

Wen Yi asked him, "How much money do you think is enough? Once you've made enough for a house, do you still want to save money? And once you have savings, do you still want a car? Or designer clothes costing thousands?"