Hearing this question from Yan Zhen Guo, Gu Fuqiao quickly thought it over. It's the 1980s now, and no one really believes in those superstitious things anymore.
So Yan Zhen Guo probably wouldn't think in that mystical direction either.
Thinking this, Gu Fuqiao breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked up seriously at Yan Zhen Guo and said, "I might have been a bit too much before, but we still have to live this life somehow… right?"
While shifting the blame to Yan Zhen Guo, Gu Fuqiao also cleared herself up a bit.
Yan Zhen Guo thought she was right. Chen Bing wasn't wrong; when the relationship with a wife improves, a woman will also start to own up to their marriage.
"The cloth and grain coupons are in the drawer in the room, along with some money to buy groceries." Yan Zhen Guo said this and then continued to walk forward.
Watching Yan Zhen Guo's cold and hard back, Gu Fuqiao breathed a sigh of relief.
He finally believed it.
