How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 207 - 209: Rude_1

Qin Jin saw Li Qiao staring at the syrup with Cheng Shuqin’s name in it and said, "Do you want that syrup with the name? I can write, too. I’ll make you one."

Li Qiao shook her head, "Just taking a look." She and Qin Jin walked on, stopping by a chestnut stall to buy a bag of chestnuts, eating and chatting as they went.

Qin Jin gestured for her to eat in the car.

Li Qiao, with her timid nature, was worried about encountering a steep hill while eating and being thrown off from the back seat, so she insisted on walking.

Qin Jin: "I’ll warn... " The words ’you in time’ were still unspoken.

He suddenly lowered his head and moved his foot.

A round silver dollar caught his eye.

Qin Jin looked around, holding onto his bicycle with one hand while bending down to pick up the silver dollar.

Li Qiao saw it and exclaimed with surprise, "It’s silver... mmm!"

Qin Jin used the back of his hand to cover Li Qiao’s mouth.

Li Qiao glanced around with the corner of her eye, already noticing people looking at her.

She sealed her lips tightly, thinking to herself, she had let her excitement get the better of her!

When they were in a deserted area, Qin Jin carefully examined the silver dollar in his hand, his eyes shining with excitement. "It’s real, we’ve struck it rich! I’ll sell it to buy you clothes."

Li Qiao laughed, "You’re so lucky, finding money every time you leave the house. No need to buy me clothes, I have enough to wear."

He seemed especially fond of buying things for her.

From small daily necessities to large items like clothes.

Every aspect.

With him around, she didn’t have to worry about anything in life; she was just afraid that he wouldn’t have time for her once he got wealthy.

The corners of Qin Jin’s mouth turned upward, it was her presence that brought him luck.

....

Li Qiao and Qin Jin played until evening before returning home, and found the front door locked from the outside.

After the two entered, they discovered a note under the teapot on the kitchen table.

Li Qiao picked it up to read.

It was written by Old Mrs. Qin, "Qiaoqiao, I went out for a walk. If you return and don’t see me, don’t worry about looking for me. Rest early with Jin."

Li Qiao said to Qin Jin, "Where do you think Grandma could have gone to stroll?"

"Nine out of ten times, she’s at Sir Xue’s house," Qin Jin’s eyes dimmed slightly. "There’s no one at home, why don’t we... huh?"

Li Qiao smiled shyly, "I’ll take a bath first."

"You hurry up," Qin Jin urged and then paused, "Don’t wash your hair."

....

The TV was on in the Xue Family’s living room, playing a drama.

Jiang Wanqiu stayed up with Old Mrs. Qin until ten o’clock, so sleepy she couldn’t keep her eyes open: "Xiangjun, aren’t you sleepy?" Had she known, she wouldn’t have invited Ruan Xiangjun to watch TV; once turned on, the show seemed endless.

Old Mrs. Qin secretly yawned, then spoke with seemingly full range of vigour, "This is the first time I’ve seen the people inside a TV, it’s incredibly fascinating. It’s rude of me to keep you from sleeping, I’ll go now."

Old Mr. Xue, worried about the dark alleyways at night, commanded Xue Sufen to escort Old Mrs. Qin home.

Xue Sufen merely acknowledged with an ’Oh’.

Old Mrs. Qin said, "No need, I brought my reading glasses, I can see clearly."

Xue Sufen: "Old Mrs. Qin, let me escort you home anyway." If the old lady fell, it would be hard for their family to explain.

Old Mrs. Qin did not object further.

When they reached the door, and Xue Sufen was about to return.

Seeing the lights on in the courtyard, Old Mrs. Qin guessed the children might have left it on for her, and they must have gone to bed. She said, "Sufen, I have something I want to give you and your younger uncle." Jiang Wanqiu might be somewhat bad, but her children all have good characters.

Especially that professor, extremely polite. Occasionally when they crossed paths, he would greet her from a distance.

Very trustworthy.

As a teacher for Qiaoqiao, she wanted to give them some gifts to get closer.

Xue Sufen: "There’s no need, Old Mrs. Qin."

Old Mrs. Qin: "I knitted these gloves myself; you will like them."

Xue Sufen thought to herself, what’s so special about a pair of old gloves? Country people have never seen anything nice.

Old Mrs. Qin pulled her inside.

"I was just looking for you," Qin Jin said as he came out of the room.

Xue Sufen couldn’t help but take a good look at him: A short sleeve on the top, long pants on the bottom, wearing slippers.

His hair was damp with sweat, a few stray strands stuck to his forehead, adding a touch of refreshing handsomeness.

She couldn’t resist taking another glance.

Qin Jin said again, "Going to Sir Xue’s house, this late?" It was already past ten o’clock.

Old Mrs. Qin replied, "Sufen’s got a TV, I got carried away and watched too much. Is Qiaoqiao asleep yet? You’re wearing so little and not afraid of catching a cold, hurry back to your room and put on a thick coat." Beijing’s weather turned cold suddenly by October, just the day before yesterday you could still wear just a sweater, but today you need to add a thick coat.

Qin Jin replied, "Just went to bed, I’m not cold."

Old Mrs. Qin led Xue Sufen into the house.

The furniture was simple. But very homey.

Three framed calligraphy and paintings adorned the right wall of the entrance.

There was a family portrait above the head of the bed.

It was also drawn.

The background was blurry, but you could make out it was an earthen house with a yard.

Couplets were pasted on either side of the yard’s gate.

Old Mrs. Qin stood in the middle, with Li Qiao and Qin Jin holding her, and by Li Qiao’s feet there was a large yellow dog.

It was the one tied up in the yard.

The figures were rendered vividly.

A Chinese-style cabinet stood in the corner of the wall.

Next to the window there was a dressing table with Brylcreem and combs.

Next to the dressing table was a tall chest of drawers, painted in blue overall, which didn’t quite match the decor of the room but looked beautiful.

The bedding was neat and tidy.

There was nothing unnecessary in the room.

"Did Li Qiao paint all these? Is the old house in the background of the family portrait your family home?"

"Yes," said Old Mrs. Qin. She was startled when she saw it; she had thought that the mural Qiaoqiao painted in the yard was nice enough, but the one on rice paper was even better.

He was truly like a little artist.

Sufen had to admit that Li Qiao definitely had skills.

Old Mrs. Qin took out some crocheted gloves from the tall chest, "I made them myself. Qiaoqiao’s is red, I made you a green one. Jin and your uncle both got black."

Sufen glanced at them.

The black gloves were plain and ordinary.

But the green gloves had a rabbit head crocheted in white yarn on the back of the hands, complete with nose and eyes, which looked particularly adorable.

She immediately liked them.

"Old Mrs. Qin, how did you think of adding decorations to the gloves? And you did it so well."

Old Mrs. Qin replied, "Qiaoqiao asked me to do it."

Sufen said, "..." It was Li Qiao again!

She really didn’t want them, but they were indeed attractive, so after a moment of hesitation, she thanked her and prepared to leave.

Old Mrs. Qin said, "Jin, see Sufen out." It’s late, what if she runs into some hooligans?

Sufen said, "No need." She started walking away.

Qin Jin showed no intention of following. Old Mrs. Qin called out again, and he reluctantly moved, but kept his distance as he followed.

Turning her head, Sufen saw Qin Jin and pursed her lips, initiating conversation, "How did you meet Li Qiao?"

There was no response for a long while.

Sufen thought to herself, ignoring me, do you think I really want to talk to you?

She ran.

There was a streetlight at the entrance to the residential compound; when she turned back, she could still see his tall figure in the shadows.

She stepped into the compound, waited two seconds, and stepped back out.

The figure had disappeared.

Sufen muttered, "What kind of person does that, doesn’t walk me to the door, leaves without a word, such a rude guy!"

....

Qin Jin got home.

Old Mrs. Qin was soaking her feet in the kitchen. "Sent her home, did you?"

Qin Jin acknowledged her, then took out a silver dollar he’d found outside, "I found it while playing with Qiaoqiao."

Old Mrs. Qin’s eyes lit up, "Oh, lucky, aren’t we? Qiaoqiao brings good fortune." She flipped the silver dollar over and over, her mouth beaming, "Can we exchange this for meat tickets?" We are running low on meat tickets at home.

Now that we’re eating meat often, if it suddenly stopped one day.

I reckon the meals wouldn’t taste good.

Qin Jin had the same idea, "I’ll try my best."