CHAPTER 393: CHAPTER 393: IS IT BOUGHT?

Tang Yue focused on drawing, too lazy to listen to the bickering between the two of them. Drawing day in and day out, especially since Tang Yue hadn’t been attending classes lately and had been drawing almost day and night—besides a few hours of rest—she was either holding a brush in contemplation or using scissors for cutting.

Her hand couldn’t help but ache.

Tang Yue flexed her wrist, her fingers feeling sore and tender, making her realize that she had overused her hand.

"I’ll do it," Bai Qing noticed Tang Yue’s hand and immediately took it in her own to massage it, saying, "Xiao Yue, why push yourself so hard? You draw so much, it would be terrible if you ruin your hand."

"Didn’t you suffer from hand soreness last time? You can’t neglect your hands like this," Bai Qing muttered, in her heart, she truly treated Tang Yue like a little sister, completely forgetting that initially, it was to repay Feng Zhi’s kindness.

"It’s okay, I might have just drawn too much these past few days," Tang Yue said cheerily: "Don’t worry, I really take good care of my hands."

"Sister Xiao Yue, stop drawing, it’s too hard on you, you’ll ruin your hands," Lian Qingyang intervened, looking at the pile of drafts on Tang Yue’s worktable, all of which she had drawn these days.

It was finally winter break, and yet Tang Yue worked even harder than when she had classes.

At least when she had classes, there were moments for her hands to rest, but now that classes were over, staying at home seemed to involve endless drawing.

Lian Qingyang muttered, "In our computer class, didn’t they say there’s a software for drawing?"

"There is drawing software, but while it’s fine for simple stuff, it’s difficult to achieve more detailed work with it," Tang Yue wasn’t sure if there were any appropriate software available now; she could only stick to hand drawing and if there was time, explore and see if there was software available for computer drawing.

"Oh," Lian Qingyang quietly noted this in her mind.

*

Wangjiang County.

When Tang Mingli and Zhu Yuanchao returned to the county, after several days of traveling back and forth, taking a car to Jing City, resting only briefly for half a day, and then continuing to review sites for several days before rushing back to Wangjiang County, even Tang Mingli, a sturdy man, felt quite worn out.

As soon as he got home, Tang Mingli hugged Anan, soothed him to sleep, exchanged a few words with Wei Jiajia, couldn’t help but get close and intimate with her, and then fell straight to sleep.

The sleep on the train was particularly unpleasant, leaving his whole body tired.

Wei Jiajia, seeing him fall asleep so quickly, felt very sorry for him and took Tang You’an to the kitchen to cook him something delicious.

This sleep lasted into the evening.

When Tang Mingli groggily woke up and came downstairs, he saw Wei Jiajia with a beaming smile saying, "Mingli, are you hungry? Go wash your hands and let’s eat. I made your favorite braised pork ribs today."

"Okay," Tang Mingli stared at Wei Jiajia, infatuated. Having not seen her for several days, he truly felt as if ages had passed. Under the dim yellow lights, Wei Jiajia’s sweet smile and her dimples, which he had missed, made him impulsively hug her and plant a firm kiss on her.

"Kiss," Tang You’an, now one and a half years old, could speak and was eating from a little bowl. Seeing his father kissing his mother, Tang You’an adorably spoke. Not very good at feeding himself yet, he had rice all over his face.

He toddled over, looking up, and pointing at his face, said, "Daddy, kiss."

"Mingli, the kid is still here," Wei Jiajia said, blushing shyly.

Tang Mingli, overjoyed, squatted down, wiped the rice grains off his face, and then kissed him tenderly on his tender face: "Daddy kisses Anan too."

"Giggle~"

Tang You’an happily went back to eating his meal.

After taking a bath, Tang Mingli joined the dining table. The meals these past few days were made by Tang Yue. Although the lunch from outside was also tasty, he still preferred his wife’s cooking—it had the taste of home.

"Eat more." Wei Jiajia, looking at Tang Mingli who seemed to have lost some weight, felt even more pity for him.

The initial plan was to be gone for half a month, but it ended up being just seven or eight days. Wei Jiajia suspected that Tang Mingli probably didn’t find the right plot of land. She could understand it; Jing City was not an easy place for such transactions.

Jing City is not Wangjiang County, where you can just buy land on a whim.

Tang Mingli wolfed down his food.

Wei Jiajia too happily kept serving dishes to Tang Mingli, hiding her worries well and not mentioning other matters. She didn’t want to bring up any unhappy topics during the meal.

After dinner, Wei Jiajia cleaned up the dining area, put Tang You’an to sleep, and then said: "Mingli, it’s okay we didn’t get the land; we can always try again later. Land acquisition is not easy. Even if we want to buy, there needs to be sellers."

"Mingli, we already have one factory now. The matter of setting up a branch factory is not urgent and can wait."

Wei Jiajia sincerely looked at Tang Mingli, trying to convey through her eyes that he shouldn’t be upset about not purchasing the land.

Tang Mingli’s lips slightly curled up, he held Wei Jiajia’s face in his hands and gently kissed her lips.

"Jiajia, I got it," Tang Mingli said happily.

Wei Jiajia looked confoundedly at Tang Mingli, seeming rather incredulous. Buying land, that’s an expense of hundreds of thousands, and he managed it in just a few days?

"Really." Seeing her disbelief, Tang Mingli took out the contract from his bag, treated it like a treasure, and handed it to her: "Look at this, and the seal here. It’s all written clearly in black and white."

Holding the contract, Wei Jiajia read it from start to finish, carefully examining it, and then asked, "Where is this place?"

Wei Jiajia had traveled around a bit but had never been to Jing City.

"It’s about a three-hour drive from where Xiao Yue goes to school," Tang Mingli mentioned, touching his nose and continuing, "Jiajia, this place is a bit out of the way, but we indeed got a great deal. It was Xiao Yue’s friend who took us there, and just so happened that this area was having a discount; otherwise, our four hundred thousand wouldn’t have been enough to buy this plot."

If it wasn’t for the location being remote, and then finding someone, they wouldn’t have been able to afford it with four hundred thousand.

"It’s a bit far, but having a car makes it convenient," Wei Jiajia was forward-thinking, "Xiao Yue is right, we don’t need the city center, as long as it’s in Jing City, it’s definitely better than in Wangjiang County."

"Mingli, this feels like a dream," Wei Jiajia looked at the contract, thinking back to the early days of Mingyue Clothing Factory. It started with just a few dozen workers and has now grown to over three hundred. The goods produced daily barely stayed in stock; most were immediately hauled away once available.