Chapter 413: Chapter 409: Professor Gu of the Archaeology Department

"No," Xiao Chenye said weakly, "I was quite happy just a moment ago outside."

He thought for a moment. Could it be that when Ranran was talking about the scrunchy earlier, his reaction didn’t meet her expectations?

Thinking it over, it seems quite possible.

Although he didn’t understand why Ranran had such an obsession with the scrunchy, since she liked it, he figured he could give it a try.

Mrs. Xiao thought it was even more inexplicable.

Xiao Chenye took a deep breath, organized a few insincere words in his heart, gathered his courage, and decided to coax her.

"Mom, you go about your business. Maybe Ranran is in a bad mood. I’ll go in and check on her."

"Okay," Mrs. Xiao wiped her hands, watched Xiao Chenye’s back, and started muttering, "This silly boy, did he really offend Ranran?"

"Probably not," Xiao Chenyue analyzed seriously, holding her pudgy daughter, "She just seemed pretty happy."

She turned to Mrs. Xiao and said, "No worries, Ranran isn’t someone who gets mad for no reason. We should go about our business and see what Chenye says afterward."

There’s not much else to do now.

"I’m not worried about anything else; mainly, I don’t want the couple to fight."

"Of course," Xiao Chenyue laughed, "As the sister-in-law, I definitely don’t want them to argue either."

With that, Xiao Chenyue signaled to Xiao Chenxing, and Xiao Chenxing immediately surrounded Mrs. Xiao with Hongguo and Shen Yueyue.

A group of girls chattered away, almost drowning out Mrs. Xiao.

This kept Mrs. Xiao from dwelling on Wen Ran’s issue.

Inside the house.

Wen Ran lay on the kang, pondering how to strive forward, find a way, and make some money, when suddenly, Xiao Chenye appeared. "What’s wrong?"

He rubbed his hands together, warming them up before approaching Wen Ran and smiling, "You look like you’re not in a great mood."

Wen Ran nodded earnestly; she was indeed not in a good mood.

She wanted to buy a house, a color TV, a refrigerator, and to use a clean and hygienic flush toilet...

Unfortunately, money was not readily available.

"Is something troubling you? Had a rough time at school?"

Wen Ran calmly replied, "With the way I’ve demonstrated my capabilities at school, what’s there to be unhappy about?"

Those unaware of her history might bother her, but now everyone knows her personality and tactics. Anyone still daring to hassle her is just hanging themselves like an old man tired of life!

Not to mention, there’s that oily idiot named Yao, whom she beat up, and he’s still in the hospital recovering.

Wen Ran got away with it scot-free and was even consoled by the school leaders.

As for that oily guy, even once healed, he’ll still get a record.

The warning is clear; still asking for trouble is purely brain-addled.

After asking, Xiao Chenye also felt he had asked a dumb question.

Those sly old-timers in the countryside had to behave when facing his wife; how could college students deal with someone experienced?

"Then what’s actually going on?"

Wen Ran felt that Xiao Chenye was her spouse; knowing her aspirations didn’t seem like too big a deal.

She stared at Xiao Chenye, pondered for a moment, and decided to speak plainly, "Well, we’re poor."

Xiao Chenye: "?"

Out of nowhere, Xiao Chenye was stunned.

Were they poor?

Not really?

They had more than enough to eat and drink, no complaints.

Previously, they were focused on just eating enough; now, they could enjoy tasty dishes.

"Um," Xiao Chenye humbly asked, "What makes you feel we’re poor?"

He was ready to make improvements.

But after Wen Ran ticked off her fingers counting, Xiao Chenye solidly realized there was quite an inconvenient truth.

That is, indeed, his family was rather poor.

Housing, color TV, refrigerator, flush toilet...

He looked at Wen Ran sincerely, "You’re right, we’re pretty poor now.

But starting from scratch requires a process; you can’t become successful overnight."

Understanding the key, Xiao Chenye was adept at comforting Wen Ran, "I promise you, give me..."

He hesitated briefly before confidently declaring, "Three years.

I swear, I’ll make sure we have a house, TV, refrigerator, and flush toilet, alright?"

"Alright!"

Making money is not solely dependent on one person.

Wen Ran thought, coming from the future, she had some foresight.

If she couldn’t make money with this advantage, she might as well give up, and before sleeping, down a whole bottle of sleeping pills.

Useless.

Innovative things are a struggle; copying, isn’t it just like cheating on homework?

It’s completely undemanding.

With a plan in mind, Wen Ran needed to inject her husband with motivation, "I believe in you; you can definitely lead our family to prosperity.

Our parents, our son, and daughter will enjoy happy little days."

Suddenly, Xiao Chenye felt the burden on his shoulders grow heavier.

How to handle immense pressure.

"Great!"

Grinding his teeth, Xiao Chenye agreed, "Rest assured; I’ll definitely provide you with a good life."

He still remembered how Ranran once said if times got tough, what her choice would be.

Others stick together through thick and thin, united through adversity. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

But Ranran said she’d definitely run away very quickly...

Sigh!

Stuck with an unpredictable wife, nothing to do but accept it.

"Okay!" Wen Ran giggled, "Anyway, my archaeology major, think about it, playing with mud all day."

"Don’t worry..."

Life at home was peaceful and uneventful.

Only Wen Ran occasionally thinking about making money; before she could figure out where to start, the semester began.

On the first day of the new term, Wen Ran finally met the archaeology department teachers.

A little old man wearing glasses, not tall, even though he was on a fifteen-centimeter-high platform, Wen Ran could easily meet his gaze.

The old man: "..."

Dang it.

With a poker face, he adjusted his glasses. Initially, he intended to snatch students by checking birth dates, never imagining a little girl could grow so tall.

Is this reasonable?

Huh?

This!

Reasonable?

On the surface, Professor Gu was calm, but inside, he was like a screaming chicken.

"Teacher?"

Wen Ran smiled, "I applied for Chinese Literature; can you explain how I ended up in this unpopular archaeology department?"

The old man coughed lightly, stayed composed, "My surname is Gu; you can call me Professor Gu."