How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 195 - 197: Very Happy_1

Li Qiao returned home alone, and as she was close to her house, she ran into Qin Jin, who had been searching for her. He said, "If I had known your afternoon would turn into evening, I would have waited until it got dark to start cooking."

Li Qiao: "You and Grandma could have eaten first."

Old Mrs. Qin, seeing Li Qiao and Qin Jin through the kitchen window, took out the food that was being kept warm in the pot: "Qiaoqiao, come quickly, there’s chicken drumstick."

"Right away!" Li Qiao washed her hands and sat down to start eating.

The chicken serving dish was surrounded by a ring of potstickers, which were coated with the chicken’s sauce at the bottom, roasted to a golden brown with a hint of black, and the aroma was strong and savory, with just the right amount of saltiness. As soon as she put one in her mouth, she almost couldn’t wait to swallow: "Your cooking skills have improved so fast."

"During the barley planting, I took two days to learn from a chef at a big restaurant." Qin Jin said.

Li Qiao, incredulously: "The chef from a big restaurant actually agreed to teach you?" Cooking skills are considered unique expertise, especially in a large restaurant. Aren’t they afraid of teaching a student who could outdo the master?

Qin Jin: "I swore an oath that I’d only cook for my family. I not only gave a gift but also paid twenty dollars in tuition fees, and I learned a total of eleven dishes." He counted on his fingers: "Spicy chopped fish head, braised lion’s head meatballs, oyster sauce lettuce hearts, sweet and sour carp..."

Li Qiao: "..." Twenty dollars? He’s really willing to spend the money.

But it tastes so good.

The family ate until their mouths were glistening with oil.

Li Qiao put down her chopsticks, licked her lips, and said, "I want to eat it again tomorrow."

Old Mrs. Qin smiled: "If you want to eat, we can make it again tomorrow."

Qin Jin, looking at her moistened tongue, swallowed unconsciously: "Okay, but you have to give me something sweet in return."

Old Mrs. Qin’s eyebrows shot up: "Give you something sweet? How about a knock on the head? Qiaoqiao is fond of your cooking, that’s your good fortune! And you’re still making demands."

Qin Jin: "...."

Li Qiao laughed heartily. She knew what Qin Jin was hinting at. After being apart for a while, he was particularly excited when the darkness fell last night. She had used the excuse that he’d been providing a ride and caring for grandma in the hospital all night to fend off his advances, making him grumble for a long time before falling asleep.

She let her hand drop, and behind Old Mrs. Qin’s back, she ran it down his thigh as a hint that tonight was possible.

Qin Jin understood immediately, his eyes brightened, and the corners of his mouth lifted. He caught her hand in return, but Li Qiao twisted her wrist and scratched the palm of his hand.

He felt a sensation that was like electricity coursing through his body, leaving him tingling and numb.

Suddenly, the hand was empty, and he felt as though something was missing in his heart.

Waiting for Old Mrs. Qin to put down her chopsticks too, he promptly cleared the dinner table, humming a tune while washing the dishes, then cleaned the kitchen before washing up himself. He even washed the clothes Li Qiao had taken off.

...

Xue Lingqing came home to find his room had been ransacked.

But nothing was missing; he thought perhaps his parents had fought their way into his room, disrupting the order of things.

With a sigh, he tidied up, and as he was about to leave, he found himself walking unconsciously toward the window. Through the gap in the curtains, he could only see Qin Jin in the yard.

Swinging what appeared to be clothing in his hand?

Moving his body as if he were dancing.

Looking happy, are we?

If only he were like his students; he would assign them math problems to do all day long.

Until they were depressed and losing their hair.

...

The next day in math class, Xue Lingqing didn’t show up; his place was taken by the English teacher. Li Qiao guessed that the injuries on his face were too obvious, and he didn’t want the students to see them.

If it hadn’t been for her, the teacher wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

She used the lunch break to buy some fruit, and with some shamelessness asked Xue Sufen, "Where is Professor Xue’s dorm? He helped me edit my paper a few days ago, and I wanted to bring him some food to say thanks."

Xue Sufen turned her head, glanced at Li Qiao, and then at the fruit.

Pomegranates, kumquats, pears.

Quite generous.

She responded with an aloof tone, "Just put it down. I’ll bring it to him after school."

Li Qiao was surprised—she would deliver it for her? She sincerely expressed her gratitude.

"You’re welcome," said Xue Sufen.

...

Cheng Shuqin didn’t understand Xue Sufen’s behavior, and after Li Qiao left, she asked, "Sufen, since when have you and Li Qiao gotten so close?"

Xue Sufen was very wary of Cheng Shuqin at that moment.

Her younger uncle had made a special trip late last night to tell her that Cheng Shuqin had hired thugs to intercept Li Qiao, which he had witnessed with his own eyes. Fortunately, Li Qiao was skilled enough to easily subdue them.

Cheng Shuqin’s neighborhood was known to have thugs, and she had been aware of it from the beginning, having been harassed herself initially. Cheng Shuqin had appeared just in time to help her chase them away, leaving her teary with gratitude. For three years in high school, every time her uncle helped her summarize key points of study, she would share them with Cheng Shuqin.

Little did she know Cheng Shuqin was in cahoots with the thugs.

She had been played for a fool all these years.

She said, "My grandparents and Li Qiao’s great-grandma are fellow villagers. My family wants me to get along with her."

Cheng Shuqin: "Great-grandma? Why haven’t I heard you mention before that your two families are fellow villagers? And about Li Qiao, she got married and didn’t even tell us. Is she thinking of seducing other men?"

Ma Hongxiang interjected, "Do your relatives go around telling everyone they got married as soon as they tie the knot?"

Cheng Shuqin was taken aback, angered and embarrassed: "What’s it to you? Country bumpkin!"

"You!"

"Me what?"

Ma Hongxiang, timid, felt inferior confronting Cheng Shuqin who had grown up in the city and oozed confidence. Angry but not daring to retort, she silently walked away hugging her books.

Cheng Shuqin casually reached for the pear on Xue Sufen’s desk and brought it to her mouth.

Xue Sufen snatched it away, "What are you doing? Didn’t you hear Li Qiao say it was for my uncle?"

A burning sensation spread across Cheng Shuqin’s face, and her eyes darkened with anger. She thought bitterly, wasn’t it because you hated Li Qiao that I followed suit?

Now look, you’ve gotten close with Li Qiao. What am I supposed to do in the future?

Was she just playing me for a fool on purpose?

So what if her family has connections? Let’s just wait and see!

....

Xue Lingqing took a day off to rest, applying medicine and warm compresses until the marks on his face had finally faded. That’s when Xue Sufen came by with some fruit, "Li Qiao said to thank you for editing her paper, and asked me to bring over some fruit. When will you teach me to write one too?"

Xue Lingqing, expressionless, said, "She wrote it herself. If you want to write one, ask her. Once it’s done, bring it to me to look over."

Xue Sufen pouted, dissatisfied with the lack of direct instruction. Why elevate Li Qiao? "If Li Qiao weren’t your student, I might think you like her."

Xue Lingqing immediately rebuked her, "Stop talking nonsense here!"

"I just mentioned it casually, see how agitated you get."

Xue Lingqing: "...."

Xue Sufen didn’t dare to stay long, slipping away like greased lightning.

On her way back to the dorm, she encountered Qin Jin and couldn’t avoid him in time, lowering her head.

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Was he holding a lunch box to bring food to Li Qiao?

Qin Jin arrived at the dormitory entrance and casually asked a student entering the dorm to call out Li Qiao.

Soon after, Li Qiao came out.

"Hungry?"

"Not really," Li Qiao answered, taking the lunch box which was somewhat hot to the touch. Upon opening it, she saw chicken legs, wings, and feet—all her favorite parts. "Have you and grandma eaten yet?"

"We have."

Planning to get some rice from the cafeteria, Li Qiao turned and noticed Xue Sufen hiding behind a tree. Since the other party had delivered fruit for her, she was willing to greet her proactively, "Xue Sufen, why aren’t you going back to the dorm?"

As Qin Jin shifted his gaze, Xue Sufen simply ran off.

Li Qiao was puzzled, "Strange."

Qin Jin recognized the other person and narrowed his eyes with meaningful intent, "She must be feeling guilty about doing something wrong to you and can’t face you."