How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 311 - 313: Laughing Your Teeth Off_1

"There is a relative of his living in the northern region; I remember now. When we visited his home, his dad mentioned that he had a sister married over there."

"Do you have the exact address?"

"It’s noted in the record."

Li Qiao didn’t need to worry about the rest. After returning to his own county, he heard that within just three days, the officers from both sides found the murderer using the address in the record and arrested the suspect.

Xun Dong applied for a reward for Li Qiao, and the team awarded her ten kilograms of pork and gave her two days off.

Ma Ling said with a full dose of sourness, "I’ve been here for so long, and the team has never given me leave on their own initiative."

"Li Qiao followed me on a trip out of town last week without any rest, and in less than two weeks since she arrived, she’s handled more cases than you have in two months? And you’re competing for a two-day rest?"

Ma Ling: "...."

Li Qiao said with a smile, "I’ll keep you company at work." It was quite boring for her to be at home doing nothing but eating and sleeping.

"No, no, no," Ma Ling said. She was just feeling a bit jealous and didn’t really need the company.

.....

Since meat doesn’t keep well in the summer, Li Qiao left work early and rode her bicycle to the countryside to deliver the meat to her eldest sister and second sister’s homes.

She arrived at her eldest sister’s first, where the villagers immediately surrounded her, asking about the quality fabric she promised to help them get.

"Top Scholar, when will the fabric you promised to bring arrive? Summer is almost over."

Li Jiaoyang replied, "The height of summer isn’t even here yet, what’s the rush?"

"It should be arriving soon," Li Qiao said uncertainly. Last Monday, she had used the phone at her unit to contact Old Mr. Xue, who said he would notify Qin Jin. Hopefully, he hadn’t forgotten. She would use the phone at work to check again once she was back.

Li Qiao took out the meat from her bicycle basket.

Li Jiaoyang chided, "You should keep the meat for yourself; why bring it to me all the time?"

Li Qiao: "Our unit serves meat every lunch; I’m sick of it."

The villagers pouted:

"That kind of talk can make people hate you. We want to eat meat but can’t afford to, and here you are getting sick of it. It’s not like our grain is meant to be wasted on your tired palate."

Realizing she had misspoken, Li Qiao pursed her lips: "That’s not what I meant; it’s just that I myself don’t fancy meat."

The villagers walked away, annoyed.

If she didn’t like meat, why mention it in front of them? It seemed like she was just showing off.

Mrs. Song spat after them under her breath: "They’re all jealous that we have meat to eat." She faced Li Qiao with a smile: "Don’t take their words to heart."

Li Qiao hummed softly in response.

Li Qiao also had to deliver meat to Li Jiaojiao and didn’t stay for long.

Song Lin happened to return from an errand, and Li Jiaoyang said, "Why don’t you deliver the meat to Jiaojiao’s place? It’s getting late, and if Qiaoqiao goes now, it’ll be too dark for her to return home."

"Alright," Song Lin said.

Li Jiaoyang told him, "Hurry back after you’re done, we’re making meat dumplings tonight."

Song Lin agreed, and as he left, Li Qiao did too. He asked, "Aren’t you going to eat here?"

Li Qiao: "No, I’m going straight home. Let’s go, brother-in-law; we’re heading the same way."

Song Lin chuckled. She really had changed, now taking her sisters into consideration.

He couldn’t understand why her father always had to hold grudges against her. He added, "The other day your dad came by asking where you lived. Your sister didn’t tell, and I didn’t know either."

"Don’t ever tell him, even if you do know. Pretend you’re not my brother-in-law if you have to," Li Qiao said.

Song Lin: "...." He quickly assured her, "I won’t tell."

After passing the fork in the road, Li Qiao and Song Lin went their separate ways, each speeding up their journey.

Just as Li Qiao got onto the main road, she ran into Cai Hechuan.

He was cycling towards the direction of the county town; seeing her as well, he said, "My mother said you injured her leg, and I had to come back all this way to take care of her. Now this late, I have to go out and get her medicine."

Li Qiao’s face darkened. Why tell her? Was it an attempt to swindle?

"Li Qiao, did you do this? You’ve really changed! So arrogant now. I pined for you, neglected even my marriage with Yu Xiu—had I paid a bit more attention, she would never have called it off. This is what I owe you, you know?"

Li Qiao almost laughed his teeth off.

This man could actually play PUA!

When Sister Yu wrote, she said she was really grateful to have met her, for asking that extra question.

Otherwise, her life would have been over.

Sister Yu also said, she dreamed at night that she married Cai Hechuan and bore him two children, not only teaching but also serving his whole family, often getting scolded by Mrs. Cai, and he wouldn’t intervene; sometimes he even joined his mother in berating her.

When there was a flood in the village, she passed the bridge at the village entrance and in a fit of despair, jumped into the water to commit suicide.

The dream felt so real she woke up in a cold sweat.

For the rest of her life, she wanted to avoid anyone surnamed Cai.

Thinking like this, Li Qiao said contemptuously, "I owe you nothing! What’s it got to do with me?! It’s always ’my mother said this, my mother said that’. Don’t you have a brain? My dad was there at the time, too; if I had hurt her leg, how could she have gotten away? Plus, my workplace isn’t hard to find—if it was really me, why haven’t they come to make trouble for me?"

Cai Hechuan struggled to say, "You actually curse at people?"

"Yes, I’m cursing you! Just seeing you brings bad luck!" Li Qiao kicked away his bike, deciding he’d take a different route to his sister’s house next time to avoid unpleasant encounters.

Cai Hechuan: "...."

Li Qiao returned home, cooked himself noodles, and just as he put down his bowl, there came a knock at the door.

"Sister-in-law...."

Recognizing Feng Fugui’s voice, Li Qiao opened the front door. Glancing over, he saw a sack in Feng’s hand and a roll of fabric on his shoulder: "Are you here to deliver fabric?"

"Yeah, Jin asked me to bring all this stuff over—there’s food and other things," Feng Fugui said as he stepped inside with the items. "Where should I put them?"

"Put them in the living room."

Li Qiao poured him a glass of water, which he downed in one gulp, smacking his lips afterward: "I’m dying of thirst."

Li Qiao asked, "How’s Jin’s business going?"

"Pretty well, my wife and Daxue are doing the work, and Li Jianguo is in charge of selling. Jin works regular office hours." Feng Fugui said, genuinely envious of Jin’s brains, holding down a job while finding money-making opportunities, and even distributing work among them.

Li Qiao pointed to a chair: "Sit down to talk."

"I’m ready to leave," Feng Fugui said. It wouldn’t be good if neighbors saw a lone man with a woman at home and told Jin about it, would it?

Li Qiao showed him out, then locked the front door, tidied the kitchen, and went back to open the sack.

There were several packs of pastries available only in Beijing and other daily necessities, shoes, and clothes.

The shoes were boxed, and inside was a letter.

Full of sweet nothings, and at the end, he didn’t forget to say that he had personally delivered the skirt ordered by Sister Yu.

The remaining clothes and skirts, which she reviewed, were very similar in style but all suited her.

One skirt was packed separately; she checked the color—it must be the one Ma Ling had ordered.

She organized everything accordingly.

Then she opened the pastries and ate.

Snowflake cake, with its refreshing taste, soft and sweet.

After eating two pieces, she brushed her teeth, took a shower, and went to bed.

The next day, she took two packs of pastries, the skirt, and fabric to the department.

She offered the pastries to Ma Ling and Director Xun and gave the skirt to the former.

When Ma Ling received the skirt, she said, "Director Xun, can I use the office for a moment?"

"Hey! Who changes clothes in their superior’s office?" Director Xun was displeased.

"Don’t be so stingy!"

Director Xun: "..."