In addition to their wedding photos, Gu Jiaojiao and Leng Yuan each took a solo portrait.

Then, they took a photo with Sweet Girl and Xiao Yang, and had another one taken of just the two children.

This picture of the four of them would serve as their family portrait.

Admittedly, the family was a little small.

Sweet Girl and Xiao Yang were both nervous and excited.

They had never had their picture taken before in their entire lives.

It was six photos in total, costing two yuan and thirty cents.

Seeing how beautiful Gu Jiaojiao was, the photographer couldn’t help but say, "If you let me develop your photo and hang it on my wall, all of today’s pictures will be free of charge."

The words had barely left his mouth when Leng Yuan placed the money on the table.

"That won’t be necessary."

"When can we pick them up?"

The photographer wanted to try persuading them again.

But the man before him was not only tall and imposing, but he also had a cold expression and looked like someone not to be trifled with. The photographer could only sigh in regret.

He took the money.

"You can come pick up the photos in three days."

Once he had the information, Leng Yuan immediately wrapped an arm around his wife’s shoulder and led her out of the photo studio.

His expression was a little dark.

It scared the photographer so much that he didn’t dare say another word.

The group spent over half an hour taking photos.

Leng ManCang had been waiting outside with the donkey cart the entire time.

After the photoshoot, Gu Jiaojiao wanted to take a trip to the salvage station.

The room next to theirs had been unoccupied, so they hadn’t paid it much mind. But now that Sweet Girl and Xiao Yang were living there, Gu Jiaojiao wanted to buy some old newspapers to paper the walls.

It would be cleaner that way.

Leng Yuan didn’t object and took Gu Jiaojiao straight to the salvage station.

An old man was watching the gate.

He glanced at the two of them and let them in.

Sweet Girl and Xiao Yang stayed on the cart.

Leng ManCang was freezing. After Leng Yuan and Gu Jiaojiao went inside, he hopped off the cart to move around and warm his hands and feet.

Leng Yuan led Gu Jiaojiao inside to look for newspapers. While they were looking, Gu Jiaojiao spotted some high school textbooks discarded in a pile.

No one cared for textbooks like these in this day and age, so she simply gathered two sets, planning to take them home.

The salvage station had all sorts of things, all piled together in a chaotic mess.

If Gu Jiaojiao wanted something, she had to rummage through the piles herself.

She found a vase. After looking it over, she determined it was probably an antique.

Unfortunately, no one had treasured it, and a piece of the rim was chipped.

She also came across a scroll of calligraphy and painting. From the fragments, it looked like a piece by a famous classical artist.

Unfortunately, it had not only been torn to shreds, but the pieces had also been scattered who-knows-where.

Seeing these fine things destroyed with her own eyes, it would be a lie for Gu Jiaojiao to say she wasn’t heartbroken.

"What a shame."

Leng Yuan, however, remained calm. He knew better than anyone the ruin these very things had brought upon countless families.

He gently ruffled Gu Jiaojiao’s hair.

"If you like them, take them back with us. When things get better in the future, we can have them restored."

Gu Jiaojiao held up a tattered scroll. "But that would be incredibly difficult!"

’In her past life, Gu Jiaojiao had known some incredible antique restorers, but without exception, they were all masters of their craft—people an ordinary person could never hope to hire.’

Leng Yuan said, "I know how. You just buy them, and leave the rest to me."

Gu Jiaojiao’s eyes widened in disbelief.

’They were both twenty years old, so how did the man in front of her know how to do everything, while she felt like she was good at nothing?’

’She stared at the man before her for a moment. It felt like *he* was the one who had transmigrated into the book, not her. His skills were so good it was like he was using a cheat code.’

As she was thinking this, a question suddenly burst from Gu Jiaojiao’s lips.

"Leng Yuan, are you really only twenty years old?"

Hearing his wife’s question, Leng Yuan knew her little mind had galloped off into a world of wild fantasy again.

He said, a little helplessly.

"What wild thoughts are you having now?"