How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 15 - Quarrel_1

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Li Qiao entered the room very reluctantly, pretending as if nothing had happened.

“Jinhua, what’s up?

Why are you still wearing a scarf this late?”

Li Jinhua intentionally avoided Li Qiao’s gaze, “My face is swollen; I don’t want you to see it.” She purposely probed, “Did you know that Cai Hechuan is sick?”

“How could I know?”

“He said it had to do with you.” Li Jinhua stared at Li Qiao as if trying to drill a hole through her, continuing, “Cai Hechuan said he was looking for you and as a result, he was drenched by your third brother-in-law, and caught a fever.

You didn’t know?”

Li Qiao thought to herself, serves him right for playing the drunk fool!

She feigned surprise, “He was fine when he left my place, is it serious?”

Li Jinhua suspected it was Li Qiao who had drenched Cai Hechuan, because at that time, Qin Jin was with her, and Cai Hechuan was with Li Qiao, but Cai Hechuan had said he couldn’t remember clearly.

Hearing this, she dismissed her doubts, confirming that Li Qiao still loved Cai Hechuan.

She decided that when Li Qiao came back for the New Year and visited relatives, she would no longer interfere with them to avoid further complications.

“It’s getting late; you should rest.

I’m heading back,” said Li Qiao as she stood up to leave.

…

On the way home, Qin Jin deliberately slowed down to walk alongside her.

Li Qiao seized the opportunity to loop her arm through his.

He tensed up, an involuntary reaction to withdraw his arm, but ultimately he held back, realizing he needed to overcome the emotional sway she had on him.

Seeing his reaction, Li Qiao slid her hand into his pocket, interlocking their fingers.

Qin Jin inhaled sharply, his heartbeat thundering.

Was she doing this on purpose?

Li Qiao went a step further, leaning her head against his shoulder, but just as she did, they ran into two people.

“I was wondering where the lovebirds were sneaking off to in the dead of night.”

It was He Qiurong speaking, with a sickly Cai Hechuan standing next to her, presumably just back from the clinic.

Qin Jin responded coolly, “It’s the thief who yells ‘stop thief’.”

Realizing what he meant, He Qiurong bristled like a cat with its tail stepped on, hands on hips and legs akimbo, bombarding Qin Jin with a barrage of insults that targeted generations of his family, the sound waves crashing against his eardrums.

“Damn!” Qin Jin, not to be outdone, bellowed from the depths of his diaphragm, unleashing a stream of anatomical curses.

Unable to outswear him, He Qiurong berated his lack of manners, proudly boasting about her own family’s prestigious lineage, claiming her ancestors were scholars, indicating that soil-tilling bumpkins like Qin Jin could never compare.

“One look at you and it’s obvious you’re from a prestigious family!

Your ancestor must be the Tianpeng Marshal.

If you’re not foraging for food, do you spend all day eating shit?” retorted Qin Jin mercilessly.

Li Qiao couldn’t help but snicker.

Choking with rage, He Qiurong stammered, “You, you, you—wait if you dare…” She dragged Cai Hechuan home for backup.

“I’ll wait.

Whoever doesn’t come is a bastard,” Qin Jin declared fearlessly.

“Alright, let’s go too.”

Cai Hechuan turned his head and caught a fleeting shadow at the bottom of his eyes, as Li Qiao pulled on Qin Jin, their hands clasped together intimately.

In the end, Qin Jin followed Li Qiao’s suggestion and they left.

And of course, He Qiurong didn’t dare come back.

Everyone recognized that Qin Jin was a fierce fighter; his family was poor, and there was no point in her, a so-called well-shod person, clashing with a barefoot hooligan.

But the insult was hard to swallow, and she told Cai Hechuan, “In a few days, when his team asks you to settle the work points, you deduct some from his family’s share.”

Cai Hechuan had similar thoughts; Qin Jin was illiterate after all—deducting a hundred or eighty points, he wouldn’t even know.

…

Qin Jin was still cursing He Qiurong, moving on to Cai Hechuan in his tirade.

“From one side he looks like a fool, from the other like an idiot…”

Li Qiao listened with relish, wondering where he had picked up such language.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?

Does it hurt your feelings when I insult Cai Hechuan?” Qin Jin asked jealously.

Li Qiao waved her hands in denial, “Absolutely not.

Pretend I don’t even know him; you’re better than him.”

Qin Jin scoffed coldly, “I don’t believe you!

He’s a college graduate, and I’m an illiterate.

I’m better than him, and you fancy me?”

Li Qiao insisted earnestly, “Yes, you don’t have to compare yourself with him.

A diploma doesn’t represent one’s character; character is what’s most important.

You are hundreds, thousands of times stronger than him.”

Qin Jin choked up, so she still thought he was a good person?

…

Li Qiao originally wanted to take advantage of the situation to sleep with Qin Jin, but she might have caught a cold on the way, feeling a bit uncomfortable, she went to bed after washing up when she got home.

Qin Jin, who usually slept well, suffered from insomnia, tossing and turning restlessly, feeling an inexplicable impulse and irritability at the bottom of his heart.

In the middle of the night, he noticed the person beside him had burning hot skin and immediately woke up, calling out to her twice.

Li Qiao opened her eyes groggily, feeling her breathing was hot and her muscles ached: “I feel terrible, I might have caught a cold.”

“I told you to go during the day, but you insisted on night.” Qin Jin grumbled as he got out of bed to dress and carry her to the health clinic.

The doctor prescribed fever-reducing medicine, which, after taken, caused the fever to return shortly.

Old Mrs.

Qin got up early and, upon learning of the situation, expressed concern: “You were fine when you went back to your mother’s house yesterday, how did you get sick so suddenly, are you feeling better now?”

Li Qiao, weak and powerless: “I still feel awful all over, I might be getting my period soon, my resistance might have weakened, and I caught cold because the wind was strong last night.”

Li Qiao had recurring fevers, and after taking Anainjin three times in one day, Old Mrs.

Qin, at her wit’s end, urged Qin Jin to take her to the county hospital.

Qin Jin pondered for a moment: “Could it be that she was scared out of her wits last night?”

Old Mrs.

Qin immediately understood what was going on; that rascal definitely bullied her on the way.

Previously, there were girls in the village who were scared into illness by him, causing her to be chased and gossiped about by their parents.

She yelled furiously: “You rascal, explain yourself clearly.”

Qin Jin grabbed his own ear: “Ouch, be gentle, I’ll explain.”

He gave a succinct recount of the events.

Old Mrs.

Qin, unable to contain her anger, grabbed a broom and intended to take Li Qiao to the place where she was frightened to call back her soul.

Li Qiao: “Grandma, we must believe in science, we mustn’t engage in feudal superstition.”

“We’ll go see the doctor after calling for the soul.”

Li Qiao: “…”

Unable to convince Old Mrs.

Qin, Li Qiao had no choice but to go with her to the countryside.

Returning with a stuffed nose, Qin Jin inevitably caught another scolding.

Li Qiao spoke up for him: “I recovered after that moment, and I wasn’t scared afterwards.

It has nothing to do with Jin, I just caught a cold.”

“It’s his fault.”

Qin Jin also felt his behavior had been excessive and took Li Qiao to the county hospital.

After taking medicine for two days, she got better.

…

The day before Chinese New Year’s Eve was when the work points were settled in the collective.

Old Mrs.

Qin, holding the exchanged money, came back and said she felt as if they had been shortchanged.

She kept the books every day, knew exactly how much work the family had done, and although her presbyopia made it difficult to see the numbers on the paper, she asked Li Qiao to go over the calculations.

After scanning the records, Li Qiao found that they had been shortchanged by a substantial fifty-six work points.

“Who did the calculations?

We’re missing quite a lot, we should find them.”

“Cai Hechuan, he’s a college graduate, he shouldn’t have made a mistake.

Could it be that you’ve miscalculated?

Go back to the room and do the calculations with a pen, how can you do it verbally?” Old Mrs.

Qin peeked at her while speaking.

“It’s definitely his mistake!

The shameless thing, taking his revenge out on us privately, I will find him.” Li Qiao stormed off with the notebook in hand.

Old Mrs.

Qin wanted to stop her but failed; shouting for Qin Jin brought no response as he wasn’t in sight.

Worried that Li Qiao might be at a disadvantage, Old Mrs.

Qin hurried after her.

The brigade office was crowded with people settling their accounts; the office was as noisy as a vegetable market.

Li Qiao, holding their family’s account book, slammed it down in front of him: “Our family’s accounts, you’ve undercounted by fifty-six work points.”

Cai Hechuan looked up, showing slight surprise, not expecting her to notice and come directly to him.

He said: “Your account book doesn’t count.”

Li Qiao: “Then bring over the brigade’s account book to check against.”

Peng Chunhua, accompanying her husband in line, saw Li Qiao cutting in line to make accusations: “Qiaoqiao, don’t cause trouble when so many people are waiting to settle accounts.”

“Exactly, if you have an issue, it won’t be late to talk about it after we’ve finished settling up.”