"Mom, you don’t have to apologize to me! It’s normal for Wenhao to be away on missions. He told me before we got married that he’d frequently be away on missions! So, I’m really not upset."
’Perfect. I wasn’t ready anyway.’
’For him to be sent away on a mission... it couldn’t be better!’
Mrs. Qin was very pleased—her younger daughter-in-law was truly so understanding.
"Get to bed early tonight."
"Okay!"
Fu Mingxue had originally been thinking—since Qin Wenhao wasn’t here, could she go back to her own home?
But now that her mother-in-law had said that, it would be a bit inappropriate for her to leave.
Besides, it was their wedding night. If she left right after Qin Wenhao did, it would indeed look very bad.
Mrs. Qin didn’t stay long. After saying her piece, she left.
Fu Mingxue went into the bathroom first. ’It’s really something to have a separate bathroom in the bedroom. That’s extremely rare for this era.’
And Qin Wenhao’s room was indeed very large.
When she entered the bathroom, she saw that everything, from the towels onward, came in pairs and was brand new.
There was even a "double happiness" character sticker on the mirror, obviously put there specially for the wedding.
’New towels and a new toothbrush... that’s very thoughtful.’
Half an hour later, Fu Mingxue came out of the bathroom.
Then she remembered something: she hadn’t opened the red envelopes she received today.
’How could I have almost forgotten about this?’
’Not being eager to count your money is a sign of a flawed mindset.’
She immediately took out the stack of red envelopes from her spatial storage.
That’s right. Her spatial storage couldn’t just hold rewards from the system; it could now also store other items.
It just wasn’t particularly large.
But even so, she was very content.
’Is there a safer, more secure place in the world than my spatial storage?’
She had a good memory, so she could still remember who gave her which red envelope.

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