How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 219 - 221: An Idea_1

"You’re not allowed to sell your classmates’ socks," Qin Jin cautioned once again.

Li Qiao had no escape: "I won’t sell them, I won’t. They’re for personal use."

...

The two carried home their bags, big and small.

After distributing the takeout food, Qin Jin tried on the socks Li Qiao had bought, finding them to be the perfect size. He said, "They’re mine now."

Li Qiao: "Didn’t you just disagree with buying them?"

Qin Jin cleared his throat, hinting, "Hurry up and get ready for bed."

Li Qiao, ever the rebel, dawdled slowly. Unable to wait, he simply carried her off to wash up.

Li Qiao: "..."

...

The next day.

Li Qiao took out the vest he had bought for Old Mrs. Qin.

Old Mrs. Qin tried it on and was pleased: "It fits nicely." And it was warm, which warmed her heart as well. "When did you buy it?"

Li Qiao: "Last night while we were at the night market. The clothes seem a bit loose; adjusting them a bit will be perfect for keeping warm. Here are also ten pairs of socks."

Old Mrs. Qin took them: "Clothes that are too tight are uncomfortable. These socks are quite thick, aren’t they? Did you buy them yesterday too?" Her eyes then shifted: "Where did all these parcels come from?"

"They’re clothes for my sister and her kids." Li Qiao: "Grandma, I need to go to school now. Jin, don’t forget to mail them, okay?" She left.

"Hey."

"Okay."

Old Mrs. Qin and Qin Jin responded at the same time.

.....

Li Qiao went to school with the socks.

Cheng Shuqin had already returned to school, but she wasn’t in good spirits and hurriedly avoided Li Qiao upon seeing him.

Li Qiao took out the socks and gave them to Ma Hongxiang and Xue Sufen.

Ma Hongxiang accepted them.

Xue Sufen did not accept: "I don’t accept rewards without merit."

"Okay then." Li Qiao put them back into the storage locker.

Ma Hongxiang said upon hearing this: "Li Qiao, I’ll give you money for them."

Li Qiao: "It’s just two pairs of socks. If you feel bad, buy me a pork bun tomorrow morning."

Ma Hongxiang happily agreed: "Do you have time to teach me how to start a paper today?"

"After the morning classes," Li Qiao said.

"Deal, thanks!" Ma Hongxiang said sincerely.

Li Qiao smiled, locked her locker, and went to class with Ma Hongxiang.

Monday morning’s two lessons were Xue Lingqing’s. After class, Li Qiao caught up with him: "Professor Xue, are you going out for lunch? I know a noodle shop with a particularly good taste, but it’s a bit far. We could drive there."

Xue Lingqing thought to himself, going to eat noodles needs a drive?

Just the two of them? Being seen by others and misunderstood wouldn’t be good.

However, it also implied that she hadn’t thought too much about it; it was him who was overthinking.

He felt ashamed internally: "Eating in the canteen is just fine."

"Alright." Li Qiao agreed and arranged a time to meet with him before parting ways.

Ma Hongxiang waited for Xue Lingqing to walk away before approaching: "Li Qiao, what did you say to Professor Xue?"

"I earned some manuscript fees from my paper, so I invited him for a meal," Li Qiao said.

Ma Hongxiang: "If I can also earn manuscript fees from my paper, I’ll treat you as well."

Li Qiao: "Sure, we’ll eat at a restaurant."

"Deal!"

The two chatted as they walked into the library. As Ma Hongxiang turned around, she caught a glimpse of Cheng Shuqin following them from the corner of her eye and whispered to Li Qiao, "Cheng Shuqin keeps glancing at you now and then. Is she going to retaliate against you?" Recording a major demerit and having a file on it, both related to Li Qiao. Given Cheng Shuqin’s personality, she definitely couldn’t swallow this grudge.

Who knows if she might plan something nasty against Li Qiao. She cautioned, "You need to be careful."

Li Qiao’s eyes darkened, "I will." freēnovelkiss.com

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Li Qiao had been reading in the library for two hours, and when it was close to mealtime, she went to the cafeteria to eat with Ma Hongxiang.

Having served her meal, she looked towards the entrance.

Catching sight of Xue Lingqing, who had arrived late, she waved him over.

The corners of Xue Lingqing’s mouth curved subtly; even if she hadn’t waved, he would have spotted her at first glance.

Ma Hongxiang sat opposite Li Qiao, following her gaze to Xue Lingqing; she almost choked. Surely this wasn’t the meal Li Qiao had mentioned inviting her to? If she had known, she wouldn’t have joined Li Qiao.

She quickly moved to sit beside Li Qiao, vacating the spot.

Li Qiao cheerfully served Xue Lingqing, with no idea what he liked to eat, but she remembered from the first time they sat together that he had chosen all vegetables.

However, the vegetable dishes were seasonal, and early autumn’s selection was long gone.

She picked two vegetarian dishes she liked and ordered braised pork with preserved vegetables. "Is that enough?"

"Enough," he said.

Li Qiao took out her meal and food coupons.

Xue Lingqing smiled down at his feet; he habitually used a red pen to mark his coupons, and clearly, the ones she had were his. He had wondered how so many of his coupons could be missing when he’d used them so few times; it must have been the old man using them for favors.

Li Qiao walked to the table with her food tray, setting the plate down opposite her.

Ma Hongxiang bravely greeted Xue Lingqing.

"Xue Sufen told me you’re also writing a thesis?" asked Xue Lingqing.

Caught by surprise that Cheng Shuqin would mention her in front of Professor Xue, Ma Hongxiang was flattered, "Yeah, I just started. Li Qiao gave me some pointers." Li Qiao really did have a wealth of knowledge, understanding much that she did not.

When discussing topics, the logic was clear and evidence-based.

She couldn’t speak as fluently, despite also spending a lot of time in the library. Often, she needed hints from the librarians when searching for materials.

But not Li Qiao, who knew exactly where each category of books was located.

No wonder all the teachers liked her.

"If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can come to my office to discuss it," Xue Lingqing said.

Ma Hongxiang nervously replied, "Sure. Thank you, Professor Xue."

"..."

Cheng Shuqin watched from a distance as the trio of Li Qiao sat together.

Li Qiao often interacted with professors from the mathematics and physics departments.

The physics professor was an old man, though.

Professor Xue was different, young and talented, with handsome features.

Many female students harbored crushes, secretly writing letters to contact him, hoping to become his pen pal.

If she could link him and Li Qiao together to start some rumors, there would be an interesting drama unfolding.

Cheng Shuqin thought to herself.

...

After finishing the meal, Xue Lingqing left.

Li Qiao and Ma Hongxiang followed soon after, with Cheng Shuqin trailing them to the library where they stayed until nightfall.

Looking out at the darkening sky, Li Qiao stretched languidly and whispered, "I’m going home. You take your time."

"Okay."

Near her doorstep, Li Qiao ran into Qin Jin, who was walking his dog. He mentioned the youngster who had been giving out candy, the skinny and tall thug’s brother from the incident Cheng Shuqin had orchestrated before.

Li Qiao clenched her fists, "Why harass us if his brother is a thug? He’s crazy. Let’s call the police and have him arrested."

"I’ve already taught him a lesson. He swore not to do it again. There are times to forgive," Qin Jin said with a flash in his eyes.

Li Qiao found this odd; he was always one for revenge, yet he showed mercy this time. "Since that’s the case, I’ll let it slide just this once. If he dares to do it again, we’re calling the police, no negotiation."

"There definitely won’t be a next time. Don’t worry," Qin Jin said. With broken limbs, he’d dare not forget the lesson, would he?

Having resolved a concern, Li Qiao felt clear-headed and refreshed.

Qin Jin added, "About those socks, I found the factory. They’re worried about not being able to sell them—two yuan for a hundred pairs, even cheaper than at the night market. I suddenly got an idea to wholesale them back in my hometown."

Li Qiao puzzled over the discrepancy; the factory’s goods couldn’t sell, yet many ordinary folks couldn’t get them. Was there a deliberate shortage of goods or something else? "Many people in your hometown don’t even wear socks. Can you really sell them? Don’t end up not even covering the travel costs." To her, it seemed more sensible to sell them secretly at the night market.