How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 226 - 228: Thought_1

Outside the courtyard, Old Mrs. Qin called for Li Qiao to come out and bask in the sun.

"Coming." Li Qiao got up and went outside, and not long after she sat down, Old Mr. Xue came over with a gray paper package the size of a brick in his hand. She greeted him with a smile: "Hello, Sir Xue, what do you have there?"

"A friend gave me some donkey-hide gelatin, and I thought I’d bring some over for you to try."

"Donkey-hide gelatin can last a long time, you should keep it and eat it slowly, there’s no need to bring it here." Old Mrs. Qin didn’t want it. If Jiang Wanqiu found out, the couple would surely argue about it.

"Don’t stand on ceremony." Old Mr. Xue insisted on entering the kitchen and placed the bag on the table.

Li Qiao moved a stool for him.

Old Mrs. Qin brought over some tea.

Old Mr. Xue asked, "Why didn’t you go to school today?"

"She’s ill." Old Mrs. Qin explained what had happened.

Old Mr. Xue talked about Xue Lingqing, who was also ill and resting. "Jingyi and Sufen are perfectly fine, but Sufen’s tooth broke in half, she cried all night, acting like a three-year-old child despite being grown." And when she got home, she actually said that Qiaoqiao and Jin had conspired to set her up.

The slippers were the evidence.

If it hadn’t been for Lingqing and Jingyi testifying, the old woman would have come knocking last night.

Old Mrs. Qin: "How did she fall? Can the tooth be fixed? Missing a tooth affects one’s appearance, she must be heartbroken."

"It’s just a small piece missing, it doesn’t affect her appearance. She said it happened while she was walking down a slope wearing slippers, her feet sweated and slipped." Old Mr. Xue explained.

Old Mrs. Qin: "Why wear slippers to climb the Great Wall?"

Li Qiao added from the side: "Sufen said her shoes were kicked off the wall by Jin, I gave her the slippers I brought to wear for walking down the slope, but she slipped on them and accidentally fell." It was Sufen’s own fault for not holding onto the wall beside her; why did she insist on squeezing into the middle?

And those slippers were not slippery at all, nine times out of ten she tripped on flat ground and blamed the shoes.

Old Mrs. Qin snorted: "That darn kid! Wait until he gets back and see how I deal with him."

"But Jin said Sufen was framing him." Li Qiao added.

"Sufen frequently lies, her words really can’t be trusted, and usually there’s a reason for everything. If Jin did kick her shoes off, it was probably because Sufen provoked him first." Old Mr. Xue said.

With Old Mr. Xue’s words being so definitive, Old Mrs. Qin certainly couldn’t defend Qin Jin: "Jin has also lied quite a few times, I’ll ask him for clarity when he gets back."

"Ask me what?" Qin Jin appeared at the doorway with one hand in his pocket, his casual demeanor intact, but he didn’t forget to politely greet: "Hello, Sir Xue."

"Hey."

Old Mrs. Qin went straight to the point: "Was it you who kicked Sufen’s shoes off?"

"No." Qin Jin said seriously: "I swear, if it was me, may I not have sons!"

Old Mrs. Qin thought, who doesn’t know you prefer girls.

It was definitely that kid’s doing!

But she didn’t press the questioning further.

"No need to swear," said Old Mr. Xue. Even if it had been Jin who did it, he wasn’t planning to pursue it further; matters concerning children should be resolved by the children themselves.

Qin Jin emphasized: "It wasn’t me, so I dare to swear." He reached out to feel Li Qiao’s forehead, which was somewhat hotter than his own. "You’re still a bit feverish, I’ll get a thermometer and check." He went inside to get the thermometer, 37.5 degrees: "How come you have a fever again?"

Li Qiao, feeling breathless and feverish: "I don’t know, suddenly I feel a bit congested."

Old Mrs. Qin: "A few days before the new year, you also had a fever for several days, better get to the hospital for a checkup."

Qin Jin didn’t dare delay and after greeting Old Mr. Xue, he took Li Qiao to see a doctor.

Old Mr. Xue also prepared to leave; with both Lingqing and Qiaoqiao ill, he needed to go home and check on Lingqing’s condition.

....

Li Qiao arrived at the city center hospital, where the doctor diagnosed her with a cold due to wind-chill, instructing her to stop the previous medication and prescribed a new course for three days. When she got home and ate a meal, she went to bed to sweat it out. Qin Jin closed the door, quickly stripped off his clothes and lifted the covers to crawl in: "I’ll keep you company."

Li Qiao spoke with a nasal voice, "You didn’t wash your feet."

"Aren’t you also unwashed?"

Li Qiao was at a loss for words, she wanted to wash, but after taking the medicine, she felt too weak to muster the energy.

Just sleep then, she thought as she turned to find a comfortable position, her bending knee nudging his calf. He let out an "ow" in a pitiful tone, "Can’t I just wash them if it matters so much?" As for kicking him—did she want to be left a widow? He hopped out of bed to get ready.

Li Qiao found it quite amusing, and was about to explain when he had already run out the door.

.....

At three-thirty in the afternoon, Li Qiao woke up, with the person beside her still asleep, she turned to face him.

The dim light poured into the room, illuminating his side profile with clear edges and crisp lines.

So handsome!

She held her breath, leaned in quickly, and pecked his lips.

He didn’t move an inch.

Li Qiao thought to herself, he’s sleeping like a log. She got out of bed, dressed, and then took the manuscript with the intent to deliver it.

Old Mrs. Qin asked, "Qiaoqiao, where are you off to? Feeling better?"

Li Qiao replied, "Much better." The big hospital doctors really are different, one dose of medicine and she was already feeling half revived, "I have some errands to run, I’ll be right back." With that, she left.

After arriving at the publishing house, she handed the manuscript to Editor Wei.

"You translated it already?" Editor Wei reviewed it on the spot and nodded in satisfaction, "For your young age, your foundation in writing is impressive. Where did you study?" Last time was rushed, and they had no chance for small talk.

"A student at Beijing University," Li Qiao finally revealed.

Editor Wei became solemn with respect, "Beijing University? That’s something else. You are both beautiful and talented. Which year are you in? Are you studying literature?"

Li Qiao smiled and said, "You flatter me, I’m a new student this year, majoring in mathematics and physics."

Editor Wei admired her even more—she had passed the college entrance exams, not even majoring in English. A true genius. "Amazing! I have a medium-length novel here. I was planning to ask a teacher who has published translated books to do it. But now, I want to give it to you. I’ll give you three months, and if it passes, I’ll raise the rate to 5.5 yuan per thousand words. How does that sound?"

Li Qiao couldn’t have hoped for more. A medium-length novel would be at least three to four hundred thousand words. She could earn over a thousand in three months, which was incredibly worthwhile! If she got the money, she could buy a big courtyard in Beijing. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, "I guarantee to complete the task."

Editor Wei smiled with his eyes

narrowed.

After sitting for a while, Li Qiao said goodbye and hummed a tune all the way home.

As she approached the alley entrance,

she saw Qin Jin standing under the streetlight on the opposite side of the road from afar, his shadow elongated by the light.

"Jin," she called out with a smile.

Qin Jin was full of grievances, but upon hearing her voice, he couldn’t utter a complaint. He took a deep breath and said, "Where have you been? Don’t you know it’s cold outside? What if you catch a cold again just after your fever broke?"

Li Qiao smiled, "I’m much better. Didn’t I tell you before, I took on a translation job for a publishing house? I was delivering the manuscript. By the tenth of next month, I’ll be able to collect my first paycheck. And now I’ve taken another one. If I do well, I’ll earn over a thousand in fees. Then I hope to buy a big house to live in."

Qin Jin was shocked—a thousand or more? Indeed, the value of culture was high.

For the first time, the thought of studying crossed his mind.

"What do you think I should learn if I start studying now?"

Li Qiao blinked. "Study? Why do you suddenly want to study? You haven’t had a formal education, getting into college won’t be easy."

Qin Jin replied, "I’m not thinking about college, just want to learn some useful knowledge."

After a thought, Li Qiao said, "You like doing business, and if you expand overseas in the future, you’ll need to know English. But start with accounting; night school accounting doesn’t require any formal education." It was important to understand financial knowledge so that one wouldn’t be easily fooled when going over the books.

A bright spark gleamed in Qin Jin’s eyes—she really thought he could take his business international.

How much must she trust in his abilities? "I could probably study accounting, but I’m afraid of being laughed at for not speaking English well enough," he said.