How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 137: Sneaky_1

Li Shengcai was halfway home.

Boom!

A flash of lightning lit up the sky, followed by the explosive sound of thunder, as torrential rain poured down relentlessly.

Worried that the heavy rain might lead to flooding, he ran for home as if his life depended on it.

Old Mrs. Qin couldn’t help but worry about him, although her in-laws were detestable, if something happened on the road, outsiders would inevitably gossip about whether her daughter-in-law had been inhospitable.

...

The downpour continued unabated throughout the night, and the fields were flooded.

Before dawn broke, the team leader went door-to-door to notify everyone to help clear and drain the river channels.

One person per household, earning ten work points.

Peng Chunhua went out early in the morning and saw Qin Jin holding a shovel. She laughed and said, "Jin, you still care about ten work points now?"

Qin Jin turned a deaf ear.

Peng Chunhua felt somewhat awkward.

Yu Feng waited until Qin Jin had walked far away before scolding, "He’s the reason your brother has to sit in jail for three whole months, and yet you still talk to him. Are you brainless?"

Peng Chunhua was displeased—wasn’t it Feng Bing’s own fault he ended up in jail?

But surely this was Li Qiao’s idea.

How would Qin Jin know about anything concerning the district court? He was most afraid of places like that!

He could only seek justice with his fists.

Li Qiao was different. He was educated, clever, and could quietly hammer a person into a position from which they couldn’t recover.

Just like the previous issue with the rabbits. If it were Qin Jin, he would have at most threatened and retrieved the loss.

With Li Qiao handling it, the whole village knew they had indulged in the rabbits from the Qin family.

....

Li Qiao didn’t get up until daylight, and after the storm had passed, the courtyard was flooded. She took a shovel and dug a small trench to drain the water.

Looking at the large drainage ditch not far away, the water level had risen dramatically, much like it had before the last flood.

She worriedly thought, could there be another flood?

The crops, already submerged once, if flooded for a few more days, not only would there be no grain to turn in come autumn, but the authorities would have to distribute relief grain, or else people would starve to death.

"It’s bad, it’s bad! The dam that blocks the water in the village has collapsed. Two people have been swept away."

People from each household went out to find out who had been swept away.

"They say it’s Jin and Fugui."

Old Mrs. Qin suddenly couldn’t stand up, but Li Qiao quickly supported her, adding, "There must be some mistake! My Jin is agile and runs fast. How could he be swept away by the water?"

"How could it be wrong when it was seen with their own eyes? People beside him said he was trying to save Fugui."

Li Qiao’s face turned instantly pale. His sense of loyalty meant he was the type to try and save others, she murmured, her voice losing some of its softness, "Where were they swept away to?"

"Don’t know. The team leader is leading some good swimmers downstream to search."

Yu Feng finally breathed out the spite she had been holding in, "Qiaoqiao might have to become a widow now."

Li Qiao’s mind went blank, her ears ringing.

Old Mrs. Qin’s face was covered in tears, her heart aching for her grandson as well as her daughter-in-law, and she sternly scolded Yu Feng, "If you don’t speak, no one will take you for a mute!"

Yu Feng crossed her arms defiantly, "I want to speak! The Loser has done nothing but bad things, and karma was bound to catch up with him sooner or later. Right, Chunhua?"

In her heart, Peng Chunhua thought Li Qiao might well wish something would happen to Qin Jin.

A university graduate and a man who never went to school.

How did they match?

Without Qin Jin, couldn’t she move to the city and find a man from a noble family?

Her looks, her figure—who would know she had been married before, without saying it?

Even He Xiaohong, for her second marriage, found a man in better circumstances than Feng Bing—the man was a permanent worker at a breeding farm, his wife had died two years earlier leaving no children, and he was even willing to provide for He Xiaohong’s two daughters.

Li Qiao had not borne children; men would surely be even more willing to take her on.

"Auntie, say less, will you?"

"Yeah, you talk too much."

"..."

The more they tried to advise Yu Feng, the more worked up she got, reciting a litany of Qin Jin’s trespasses and telling everyone how she was bullied by him on a regular basis, leaving her unable to lift her head. Now, at last, she felt she could finally hold her head up high and take a deep breath.

And then there was Li Qiao. Without a man, could she really withstand the loneliness?

If her eldest son got out, and if Li Qiao knew what was good for her, she was willing to accept Li Qiao as her eldest son’s wife.

....

"Granny, the messenger must have seen it wrong. I’ll go and have a look," Li Qiao repressed her emotions as she helped the weakened Old Mrs. Qin into the house and picked up an umbrella.

"Don’t go out in this weather," Old Mrs. Qin grabbed her hand firmly and said with rare assertiveness, "Just stay at home." Everything outside was water, how dangerous could that be? If anything happened to her granddaughter-in-law, she would have no will to live. freewebnσvel.cøm

Li Qiao couldn’t argue; she stayed with Old Mrs. Qin.

Neighbors who were usually close came to offer their consolation.

But Yu Feng next door was relentless, chattering joyously at every word.

The neighbors scolded Yu Feng for being so heartless and comforted Old Mrs. Qin, "Maybe it’s a mistake. Jin’s a good swimmer, and there’s no flood. He’s definitely fine."

Old Mrs. Qin felt slightly better, sighing at the sounds of cursing outside, "Not having a man in the house really isn’t okay. If Jin were here, Yu Feng wouldn’t dare... ..."

Li Qiao remained silent, waiting for Old Mrs. Qin to tire of muttering and doze off before she went outside. The water seemed to have receded quite a bit by then.

Just a moment ago the sky was filled with dark clouds, but now it was bright and clear.

One could easily see the dam that the village used to stop the water, now secured anew with sandbags.

From a distance, she could make out Qin Jin’s figure, covered in mud, working on the dam and driving in stakes.

But his tall and stately silhouette was very conspicuous among the crowd.

She couldn’t help but brighten at the sight.

"Granny, Granny, come look! Jin hasn’t been washed away!"

Old Mrs. Qin woke up in a daze, sprang to her feet, and walked briskly. Her old eyes couldn’t see clearly, so she turned back to fetch her glasses. Once she could see the people in the distance, she laughed, "It is Jin. I nearly lost the will to live. That damn Yu Feng, my grandson is all right! You won’t have to be widowed, my good granddaughter-in-law."

Li Qiao’s grief was swept away, and she couldn’t help but chuckle.

Yu Feng leaped out of her house, "You must be talking about yourself, old wretch! How many years has it been since you’ve had the pleasure of a man? Are you jealous of me?"

Old Mrs. Qin’s eyebrows shot up in anger.

With clenched fist, Li Qiao aimed a hefty punch at Yu Feng’s eye.

No restraint, well-deserved!

Ouch~

"Top Scholar is hitting people, Top Scholar is hitting people..." Yu Feng screamed in pain, baring her teeth.

Old Mrs. Qin also jolted, realizing her granddaughter-in-law’s punch was just like her grandson’s.

She felt pleased yet distressed.

Such a fine girl turned into her granddaughter-in-law, all spoiled by her own grandson.

"It was you who needed a beating!" Li Qiao was poised to strike again when Old Mrs. Qin and the neighbors pulled her back.

Mr. Feng also held back Yu Feng, knowing that if the Loser came back, it would be his own family that would suffer.

The two sides just separated.

From afar came a flurry of urgent shouts.

"Move aside! Move aside quickly!"

Li Qiao glanced over to see several people carrying a stretcher, racing out of the village.

Old Mrs. Qin’s heart was in her throat, "It couldn’t be Jin, could it?"

"Where’s Jin?" Li Qiao panicked; she had just seen him standing on the dam. "I’ll go and check." But after only two steps, Qin Jin appeared in their view, wading through the high water towards his home.

The two women breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

Li Qiao went home to pour tea and fetch a towel.

Witnessing this, the Yu Feng family closed their doors to lie low.

"Did I just see you fighting with someone?" Qin Jin went straight into the yard and started pouring water from a ladle over his head to rinse off the mud.

Li Qiao denied it immediately, "How could I possibly fight, being such a ladylike person?"

Old Mrs. Qin laughed and chimed in, "You might have seen it wrong, right?"

Li Qiao continued, "I just heard people saying you were washed away with Feng Fugui?"

"Yeah, the two of us were swept over a hundred meters away. Luckily, the water downstream was shallow." Qin Jin was still shaken by the experience, deciding he would never reach out in such a situation again; if something really went awry, his beautiful wife might end up with someone else.

If some bad guy were to hit her, he would never rest in peace, even in death.