Ruling the Historical Romance Novel as the Female Supporting Character-Chapter 359: A Gift from Heaven

"So they really won’t be coming back after this?" Su Yijia sighed, feeling a bit wistful. Even in this world, just decades from now, there will still be those who abandon their families when young, only to return when old, expecting their children to care for them. On TV, opinions are always divided—many believe that one cannot wish to be supported by parents who are no longer around. For Commissar Mi to make such a decisive choice is indeed remarkable.

"Commissar Mi has over a decade until retirement. He can manage for a few more years. Besides, it doesn’t concern us; once we get into a university in Jingdu City, we won’t be coming back," Qin Kaize said, leaning down to kiss the girl in his arms, wanting to pull her away from the chilly window.

Her little face pressed against the cold glass had turned pale, but she seemed oblivious to the chill, eager to watch the unfolding drama.

"Wait! I want to see Old Mrs Niu’s pitiful state for a bit longer; I won’t get to see it again," Su Yijia said, clutching the window ledge as she watched Old Mrs Niu tumble in the wind, and Mi Hongwei, who had tried to help her and ended up falling as well. She couldn’t help but feel a little gleeful.

"Why are they leaving in such a storm? Why not wait for the weather to clear?" Su Yijia wondered aloud, curious if their family was just impulsive.

"Commissar Mi is worried we’d lose patience, so they rushed to report her today," Qin Kaize replied lightly. Their reputation in the team was notorious; no one dared approach them unless they had to. Old Mrs Niu, however, had actively sought them out to create trouble.

Commissar Mi was aware that Wang Futong received a heavy sentence mainly because the victims were him and his wife. If it had been someone else, the punishment would have been far lighter.

Commissar Mi wasn’t afraid of transferring; however, if he did, his wife would surely leave him, unwilling to endure Old Mrs Niu’s nagging.

"Be careful not to catch a cold," Qin Kaize said, placing his warm hand against Su Yijia’s cheek, which had been pressed against the glass.

Feeling warmth suddenly, she turned to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a quick kiss. Just as he was about to respond, she turned her head back, playfully teasing him like a flirt who wouldn’t take responsibility.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, something struck their window.

Su Yijia jumped back in fright, curling into Qin Kaize’s arms.

Then came a series of continuous sounds.

Su Yijia blinked her round eyes, staring at the large prawns that had been slapped against the window, their eyes locked in mutual surprise.

"These must be a gift from the heavens," she couldn’t help but exclaim.

She then saw Old Mrs Niu, who had been walking ahead, stop and bend down to pick up the prawns scattered on the ground.

"Let’s go pick up prawns too," Su Yijia said excitedly, rubbing her hands together in anticipation.

She had only heard about sea creatures being blown onto land during typhoon days from the news, but to actually experience it firsthand—what a rare treat!

"We don’t need these prawns," Qin Kaize said, holding onto the eager little girl who was about to rush outside.

Originally, he had bought those seafood items and stored them in the space to ensure they stayed alive. Who would have thought they’d not only survive but also reproduce?

The three large tanks were now full of prawns, when they had started with just a few pounds of big ones.

At least they had dried out the larger prawns into shrimp jerky. It had a chewy texture and was especially delicious.

His plan was to wait for the next delivery truck to the market and send the shrimp jerky for sale.

Though they wouldn’t fetch a high price in the market—only a few cents per pound—and the drying process meant the weight would be reduced, they could still sell it for a decent price in cities far from the sea. The dried shrimp could easily go for two or three yuan per pound.

"But it feels different when it comes from the sky. You see, not only do I want to go out, but a lot of other people are coming out too."

Su Yijia pointed out the window.

Indeed, many people were braving the wind and rain outside, carrying bamboo baskets and collecting the prawns.

Though these prawns weren’t expensive at the supply and marketing cooperative, people nowadays were frugal, and with fresh prawns available for free, who would let them go to waste?

As they stepped outside, they saw Mi Hongwei, who was about to send off Old Mrs Niu. After inquiring curiously, they noticed the sour expressions on their faces.

But since neither of them glanced their way, Su Yijia realized that Old Mrs Niu must have been embarrassed, feeling ashamed that no one had helped their family.

Despite that, Su Yijia no longer felt like joining in the commotion.

Qin Kaize, sensing the little girl’s change in mood, reached over and drew the curtains. He gently lifted her and placed her on the desk, leaning down to kiss her soft earlobe.

With a helpless but affectionate tone, he coaxed, "Let them pick up the prawns today. Tomorrow, or when the rain stops later, we can go to the beach. After every typhoon, there are always special treasures washed up there."

"Alright, it’s a promise," Su Yijia said with satisfaction, extending her hand for a pinky swear.

As Qin Kaize had predicted, the typhoon calmed by the second day after the storm.

Su Yijia woke up from a deep sleep, and when she saw the sky—though still gloomy, a faint ray of sunlight piercing through the clouds—she rushed to her wardrobe with excitement.

Pulling it open, she took out a Bohemian-style dress she had prepared in advance.

The dress was simple, without lace or excessive patterns, just the most basic design.

On either side, long butterfly sleeves cascaded down, with a slit two fingers wide along their length. The slits were fastened above and below the elbows with matching fabric strips of the same width.

The dress had a slightly cinched, high-waisted design, with soft gathers at the seam.

The skirt flared out in three layers, each joined by a ruffled edge, giving it a flowing, playful charm. The hemline reached down to her ankles.

Around the waist was a row of pale pink seashells, each about the size of a thumb, pierced and strung together to form a delicate belt. When light hit the seashells, they refracted a spectrum of soft, dazzling colors.

When she walked, the shells produced a crisp, tinkling sound that was enchanting to hear.

Her sandals, woven from straw, were equally exquisite. The area in contact with her soles was lined with red fabric dotted with black, creating a soft insole. The straps connecting the sandals were adorned with small flowers in red, white, and yellow, and the center of each flower featured a tiny seashell. Together, the decorations echoed the delicate music of her dress as she moved.

She braided her hair loosely into a single plait and topped it with a colorful headband strung with tiny seashells, miniature conches, and small pearls.

When Qin Kaize pushed the door open and saw her so meticulously dressed, his breath hitched. His chest tightened as his heart raced, hammering wildly against his ribs.