How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 301 - 303: Vision_1

Li Qiao took Xue Lingqing’s car home when halfway a clear voice reached her ears.

"Qiaoqiao."

Li Qiao looked back, it was Qin Jin.

She immediately jumped out of the back seat of Xue Lingqing’s car, and Xue Lingqing also stopped the car.

Qin Jin caught up to them and said, "So it really is you. What are you two up to?" Confused and puzzled, the next second, he noticed her forehead was red, faintly showing a bruise, his complexion changed, and his tone and attitude turned harsh, "Did Xue Sufen hit you on the head?" freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Li Qiao denied, "No, I fell and knocked it. Professor Xue just took me to the hospital for a check-up, it’s nothing serious."

Xue Lingqing’s gaze fell, and she was actually concealing for her mother, though she was wronged.

It must be tough on her.

Qin Jin, hearing this, had the cloud of gloom lift from his eyes, replaced with a hint of a smile, and then with concern, he gently blew on it, "Does it hurt?"

"Much better now."

After confirming Li Qiao was not seriously injured, Qin Jin turned to Xue Lingqing, "Professor Xue, thank you for the trouble."

"It’s no trouble, call me anytime if you need something." Xue Lingqing left first.

Qin Jin took Li Qiao and caught up with Xue Lingqing, explaining, "Just now, I didn’t mean to specifically suspect Xue Sufen." Although Xue Lingqing was no longer teaching Li Qiao, he still wanted to show respect.

Xue Lingqing felt guilty, it wasn’t Xue Sufen, but his mother. "It’s alright."

No sooner had Li Qiao and Qin Jin arrived than Old Mr. Xue and Jiang Wanqiu showed up at the door, both carrying nourishing gifts.

Qin Jin was curious, since Qiaoqiao fell on her own, they were acting as though their entire family had severely berated her. "Sir Xue, what’s this for?"

"Qiaoqiao was injured, I am responsible." Old Mr. Xue felt quite guilty, as Lingqing said, she even vomited, and it took two large bags of saline before she felt better.

The doctor said, fortunately, they got to the hospital in time.

Any later and the outcome could have been unimaginable.

"Qiaoqiao, eat something nourishing to recover quickly. By the way, Jin, I heard it was you who dealt with the household registration, has Qiaoqiao told you how to handle it?" Jiang Wanqiu subtly shifted everyone’s attention away from Li Qiao’s injury.

Qin Jin replied, "Not yet."

Jiang Wanqiu went over the requirements in detail.

Qin Jin frowned; Madam Xue wasn’t previously known to be kind-hearted.

It couldn’t have been her who hit Qiaoqiao, could it?

That would explain why the old couple came bearing gifts.

Once he understood, he felt angry.

A sweet date after injuring his wife?

It’s outrageous!

"Understood," he said coldly.

Old Mr. Xue, experienced as he was, immediately realized that Qin Jin suspected his own wife; he didn’t hide it, nor did he intend to cover it up, telling Qin Jin the whole story: "This is all your Madam Xue’s fault, and I am to blame as well. If I hadn’t fought with her, Qiaoqiao wouldn’t have been hurt."

Qin Jin felt both angry and heartbroken, "She even told me that she fell by herself."

She was probably worried they would fall out with the Xue family, wasn’t she?

The Xue family and the Qin family were old acquaintances.

Old Mr. Xue had taken good care of them, and he had also received favors from him.

But what’s right is right.

To hurt someone is to hurt someone, moreover, it was a blow to the head.

What if it caused stupidity?

Old Mr. Xue urged Jiang Wanqiu, "Quick, apologize to Qiaoqiao."

Jiang Wanqiu: "...." She had brought the person to the hospital and sent gifts too, and now an apology as well? How difficult could this be?

Li Qiao did not expect Jiang Wanqiu to bow her head and admit her wrong, smoothing things over, "I’ve accepted the gifts, no need to apologize."

Qin Jin, not satisfied, asked, "What if it had been a murder, could it all be settled with just an apology?"

Jiang Wanqiu: "...." What did he mean? Wasn’t an apology enough? Did she have to take a hit from Li Qiao in return?

Li Qiao pulled Qin Jin into the room to talk, "Jin, let’s drop it. Madam Xue is an elder, and Professor Xue has already apologized on her behalf. With Sir Xue and Madam Xue coming over with an apology gift, they have shown sufficient sincerity. Let’s give Sir Xue some face."

"I can’t stand seeing you bullied," Qin Jin said.

Li Qiao: "Madam Xue didn’t mean it, it was also my fault for moving forward. Jin, back down a bit, Sir Xue is sincere, and I’m not really hurt. We should value peace."

Qin Jin fell silent, then after a while, he reached out to touch Li Qiao’s head.

A disgruntled hum.

Li Qiao coaxed Qin Jin, who then came out and said, "This should not set a precedent."

Old Mr. Xue promised, "Eh, I guarantee this kind of incident absolutely cannot happen again."

After sitting for a short while, Old Mr. Xue said, "Qiaoqiao, if your head feels uncomfortable, find me anytime. You rest well; Madam Xue and I will take our leave now."

"Take care," Li Qiao stood up to see the old couple out.

Once they were gone, she turned and met Qin Jin’s gaze, "Others hurt you, and yet you see them off."

Li Qiao smiled, "I’m really fine."

"Who knows if there will be any long-term effects." Qin Jin was quite worried, "After you finish your medicine, I’ll take you to the hospital for a check-up to make sure you’re completely well before going back to our hometown."

"Okay."

....

Jiang Wanqiu left the alley, complaining, "That kid Qin Jin, so unyielding and always pushing his luck! We’ve already apologized, and yet he still looks like he wants to eat us alive."

Old Mr. Xue was silent in his depression.

It’s true what they say about choosing a wise wife.

And he hadn’t—his misfortune must be the curse of his ancestors.

Any old lady picked randomly off the street would be better than his wife!

"I’m talking to you, a junior is practically riding over your head, and you just let him?" Jiang Wanqiu fumed.

Sir Xue solemnly said, "When I die, I absolutely refuse to be buried with you." He had had enough in life!

Today it was this family’s conflict he needed to mediate.

Tomorrow, another’s.

In death, he didn’t want to face such a person.

Jiang Wanqiu’s mind went blank; it took a moment to process, then she howled, "If you’re not buried with me, then who? Ruan Xiangjun?"

"Cut the bullshit!"

Jiang Wanqiu: "...your mom!"

"Your mom!"

"....."

.....

Once Qin Jin had calmed down, he went to the street and, together with a transport worker, brought back a sewing machine and an overlock machine.

He called Old Mrs. Qin from next door to try them out, and she was very pleased, "The overlock machine is good, much more efficient. I think producing thirty pieces a day shouldn’t be a problem."

Qin Jin said, "You can’t overwork yourself."

Old Mrs. Qin replied, "Not tiring, your aunt next door called two people to work together; later I’ll look to take on an apprentice."

Li Qiao said, "In a couple of days, Maimiao and Liu Er’s wife will come over."

Old Mrs. Qin’s eyes lit up, "That’s good, Maimiao is famously skilled with needlework in the village. What about her child if she comes over? And Liu Er has two kids, right?"

Qin Jin suggested, "Can’t their parents-in-law look after them?"

Old Mrs. Qin: "Would they be willing to?" Back when she was young, she might not have taken care of the children herself, but she had to see them every day.

A day without seeing them made her anxious.

"That’s not for me to consider," Qin Jin said.

Old Mrs. Qin: "Where would they stay? The new house we just bought is empty."

"I’ll buy two beds and put them in the wing room later."

With the help issue settled, Old Mrs. Qin had a new worry, "The clothes sell because Qiaoqiao wore them, but once she leaves for our hometown, will your merchandise still sell well?"

"I can hire a couple of beauties to wear them."

Li Qiao gave a silent thumbs up; his foresight was impressive— he even thought of models. "Do you know any beauties?"

Qin Jin cleared his throat, "I know a few."

Li Qiao was curious, "How did you meet them?"

"Met them when I bought the machines," Qin Jin said, "They wanted to be pen pals, and I agreed. I’ll invite them to dinner later, to chat." His wife was a college student, observed like a monkey by others— that couldn’t be good, could it?

Li Qiao: "...."