Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space

Chapter 789: Chapter 789: Even Tasty Food Can’t Keep You Quiet

In the afternoon, Han Jingchen stopped by the school to pick up Xinyan on his way, and together they headed back to the house in the suburbs.

As soon as Xinyan exited the school gate, she saw the car parked not far away and jogged over to open the car door: "Dad, Uncle Su, how long have you been waiting?"

Han Jingchen smiled and took the things from her hand: "Not long."

Su Jingsong turned his head with a smile to look at the back seat: "The timing is just right, we didn’t stop for long."

Xinyan closed the car door: "As soon as class ended, I ran out quickly, afraid you guys would have to wait too long."

Seeing Xinyan was seated, Han Jingchen gestured for Su Jingsong to drive.

He casually handed a piece of cream cake to Xinyan.

As soon as Xinyan saw the cake, she understood: "Dad, you brought me cake, was it a side trip?"

Han Jingchen laughed: "Even delicious food can’t keep you quiet."

Su Jingsong chuckled at the front, driving smoothly and quickly while sneaking glances at the father and daughter joking in the rearview mirror.

Xinyan recalled a saying from a past life, ’Couples are true love, children are an accident’ and blurted it out, making Han Jingchen laugh in exasperation: "Where did you learn that?"

With that, he was about to snatch back the cake.

Xinyan laughed and quickly pleaded: "Dad, I was wrong."

After speaking, she took a big bite: "This cream cake is really delicious, thank you, Dad."

Han Jingchen lifted his hand to gently flick Xinyan’s head with a grin, watching her eat the cake: "By the way, is your shopfront almost renovated?"

Xinyan swallowed the cake in her mouth: "Yeah, there wasn’t much work anyway, the master brought quite a few people, it’s almost done."

Han Jingchen smiled at her: "Haven’t you heard anything?"

Xinyan laughed: "Dad, why didn’t you tell me earlier?"

Han Jingchen took out a handkerchief and helped her wipe the cream from the corner of her mouth: "I saw it was precisely that spot when I went over, and I thought whether it’s demolished or retains the street view, the property’s going to appreciate. I must say, you have a good eye."

Xinyan beamed: "I really bought that property because I liked it, I didn’t expect such a big surprise waiting for me."

She continued: "I’ve checked it out, when the road opens, the courtyard with three entrances will become street-facing, turning it into eleven shopfronts. I can keep them for myself or rent them out."

Han Jingchen, seeing his daughter so happy, was naturally pleased: "My Yanyan will just have to pick up the rent in the future, dad’s counting on you."

Xinyan patted the seat in front: "Sure, I’ll make sure you and mom enjoy life."

The father and daughter were immersed in lively conversation, laughter constantly emanating from the car.

When they arrived home, they saw a small car parked in front of the courtyard gate. Xinyan looked at Han Jingchen: "Dad, is this the car from my mom’s company?"

Han Jingchen nodded: "Yes, now your mom drives herself to and from work."

As soon as the car stopped, Xinyan opened the door and ran out, circling the car several times.

Gu Wanqing, who arrived home first, heard the commotion and walked out: "You’re back?"

Hearing the voice, Xinyan looked over with a smile: "Mom, this car is really beautiful."

Gu Wanqing smiled at her daughter: "I heard from your dad that you know how to drive?"

Xinyan stared at the car with eager eyes, nodding: "Yes, Jinxuan taught me before. I drive pretty well, but I haven’t taken my driving test yet. I’ll sign up during summer break."

Gu Wanqing saw her daughter circling the car: "Wanna give it a try?"

After hearing this, Xinyan looked at Han Jingchen: "Dad."

Seeing her expression, Han Jingchen didn’t have the heart to refuse, though he was a bit worried, so he said: "I’ll accompany you on a short drive, but remember, it can’t be too long."

He still wanted to go home to spend time with his wife, not accompany this girl on her antics.