How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 319 - 321: Shameless Enough_1

Song Lin took the bicycle and patted the seat, "Not bad, how much does it cost including the license plate?"

Qin Jin: "200 yuan."

Mrs. Song almost fainted, 200 yuan was enough for their family to spend for several years.

This wasteful daughter-in-law!

She wants to take her life.

Li Jiaoyang whispered to Li Qiao, "Qiaoqiao, what’s going on?"

Li Qiao lowered his voice, "I bought it for only 120, the neighbors said it was 200 when they were at Jin’s."

Li Jiaoyang: "It’s a good several tens cheaper than the market price, indeed not easy to say directly. Jin really has a way, even bargaining down the price of a bicycle. I’ll give you the money later."

"It’s a gift for you," Li Qiao said.

Li Jiaoyang disagreed, a hundred plus yuan was not a small amount, could Qin Jin have no objections? "Come with me."

She dragged Li Qiao into the house to start looking for money.

Li Qiao: "Really, there’s no need, to tell you the truth, I have money, and have also bought a big house in Beijing. 2,405 yuan paid in one go, and I still have several hundred left. You and the eldest son can bring the kids during the winter break, I will reimburse your travel expenses."

"Where did you get the money? You said before that Jin became an accountant, she didn’t embezzle, did she?"

"Haha, you think too much, the company’s accounts have to file taxes every month, where is the chance to embezzle? Unless I make false accounts, but if I get caught, I’d be imprisoned. I earned it all by myself, scholarships, part-time translation of books, and article fees. I’m saying too much, you wouldn’t understand," Li Qiao said.

Li Jiaoyang was extremely excited, thinking to herself, is this really my little sister?

She wouldn’t dare even dream of it.

"I... I’ll accept it," Li Jiaoyang stammered, then got caught up in a dilemma, hesitating before saying, "I still have to give you money, as your elder sister, I can’t always take advantage of you." No matter how much money her sister had, it was hard-earned, not swept in by a gust of wind. "Hurry up and take it!"

Li Qiao, unable to win the argument, reluctantly accepted.

"What’s in this bag?" Li Jiaoyang, having secured the remaining money, noticed the large paper bag placed by the bed.

"Clothes for you," Li Qiao said. "I have more clothes than I can wear, you’re not much bigger than me, I brought over the ones that were loose on me."

Li Jiaoyang opened it, many were dresses, indistinguishable from new ones.

Now even village women had begun to wear dresses.

The colors and styles, all very conservative.

Perfect for everyday wear.

"You should make fewer if you can’t wear them all," Li Jiaoyang couldn’t help lecturing. "This one piece costs several yuan, right? You can’t just spend money like that even if you have it."

"Jin bought some ready-to-wear, two are made by grandma, just these two darker ones, I wore them twice and didn’t want to wear them anymore."

Li Jiaoyang thought to herself, some people die from drought, and some from floods. "I’ll take these." She remembered something important: "The names you picked earlier for the two girls, your eldest son-in-law changed them and reissued their residence booklets. Names given by Top Scholar, what others can’t even hope for, we need to sort them out quickly."

Li Qiao smiled, "If you don’t need them, I’ll keep them for my own children." Qingfeng, Wenlan, isn’t that poetic? After she left the room, Song Lin entered and, unable to contain his curiosity, asked Li Jiaoyang about buying the bicycle.

Li Jiaoyang explained the situation.

Song Lin: "Indeed, you can’t just take it for free, we have money in our hands too."

"Just worried about your mother making a fuss."

"As long as she doesn’t trouble you, let her fuss. If she’s unreasonable, you tell me," Song Lin said.

"Eh."

"..."

The couple discussed and walked out of the room to entertain Li Qiao and Qin Jin.

Mrs. Song was not pleased and secretly complained to Mr. Song about Li Jiaoyang’s wrongdoing: "Gets a bit of money and starts showing off. I helped earn that money, at least consult me before spending it, right? I told you she was no good from the start! She’s got our son wrapped around her finger."

Mr. Song also thought having a bicycle convenient: "Would it have happened if you were consulted? Now you realize it’s no good? How old are you acting like a child for? Even if she is no good, she’s given birth to three of your grandkids. Have you had too many peaceful days and now looking to cause trouble?"

Mrs. Song: "..."

The eldest son and the second son circled around Li Qiao, asking when they could go to the city to play.

Li Qiao promised them, "Before you go back to school."

"Third Aunt, pinky promise."

Li Qiao: "Pinky promise."

At mealtime, Song Lin caught a chicken.

Li Jiaoyang busied herself with cooking in the kitchen, with Li Qiao assisting her, while the former called for the eldest son to start the fire.

The little child, fond of play, was unwilling to come.

Li Qiao called the youngest, "Third child, your aunty has candy here. You’ll get candy as a reward for starting the fire."

Mrs. Song said, "He’s still young, why should he start a fire? Boys always hanging around the kitchen are no good."

Yet the youngest still came.

Because of the candy in Li Qiao’s hand.

Li Jiaoyang was the first to take candy from Li Qiao’s hand, tore open the packaging, bit half of it, and put the other half into the child’s mouth.

Li Qiao, "Big sister, I still have more, you don’t need to snatch the child’s."

"Kids his age can easily choke on round items like this, it’s dangerous. Like those grapes you got last time, if a small child who doesn’t chew swallows directly."

Li Qiao silently took note as she taught the child how to add wood to the stove; the little one, fond of play, blocked the stove door.

Mrs. Song said, "I told you he doesn’t know how, yet you insist on making him."

Li Jiaoyang, "First time’s the hardest, second time’s a breeze. He can learn slowly. Jin knows how to cook—doesn’t that make him accomplished?"

Mrs. Song thought to herself, what’s so great about a loser?

Isn’t he just relying on a woman?

Without Li Qiao, he’s accomplished nothing.

....

After the meal, Song Lin offered to give Qin Jin a ride away.

Li Qiao said, "No trouble, I’ll take him." Qin Jin had already straddled the back seat of Li Qiao’s bike, with his long legs bent, resting on the screws exposed on either side of the wheel.

Li Jiaoyang, "Can you manage with him on? How much does Jin weigh? How much do you?"

"No matter the weight, I can carry him," said Li Qiao as she rode off.

The family stood at the doorway, watching them leave.

When they were far gone, Mrs. Song said, "You folks were even willing to buy a bike worth two hundred yuan."

Li Jiaoyang looked around and whispered, "Bought it for 120. Jin got it through a connection for a photoshoot, didn’t cost much."

"As if 120 isn’t much."

Song Lin, "Enough! Now that we have a bike, we’re considered one of the wealthier families in the village. How much face has that given you? You even act coy about getting a good deal!"

Mrs. Song, "....Unfilial child! Who scolds their mother like this?!"

.....

On the other side, Qin Jin’s bent legs were uncomfortable, dangling them down would drag on the ground; even riding her bike with bent legs was uncomfortable.

"Let me off on the road, I’ll catch a ride home."

Li Qiao, already tired and out of breath, said, "It didn’t feel heavy at first, but why does it feel heavier and heavier?"

Qin Jin, "Who knows what’s up with you?"

Li Qiao couldn’t take it anymore, stopped the bike, and Qin Jin naturally took the handlebars from her hands and continued pushing.

Li Qiao wiped her sweat with a handkerchief, "Should be some of your brothers in the nearby villages, right? Can’t one of them give you a ride?"

"My brothers’ families are basically very poor; it’s rare for them to afford a bike." freeweɓnøvel.com

"But I see that the young lads you bring always have bikes."

"In a village of several dozen households, even the wealthier ones will have two or three bikes, right? And even the poorer collectives have at least one. They can borrow."

Li Qiao, "Don’t be mad at what I’m about to say, but aren’t you folks with bad reputations shunned by the villagers? Would they lend things to you?" she asked, voicing a long-held curiosity.

Qin Jin, "....." He was already angry! "We’ve never failed to borrow what we need. If they don’t lend, we just camp out at their door! They eat, we watch; they poop, we follow."

Li Qiao, "...." So, as long as one has no shame, nothing is impossible, huh.

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