How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 393 - 395: Visiting as a Guest_1

Nan Chuyi quietly gripped the silver needle she carried with her. There were fewer and fewer people on the street, and the two who were holding her hostage became more relaxed in their demeanor. She took the opportunity to move behind one of them and stabbed the needle into his neck.

The man felt his body go numb, unable to move.

Seeing this, the other one took out a gun and threatened, "Let him go, we didn’t want to hurt you."

"You didn’t want to hurt me, but you’re pointing a gun at me? Do you think I’m stupid? Help, help!" Nan Chuyi yelled out.

The man with the gun, worried about exposing himself, panicked and abandoned his companion to flee.

Nan Chuyi’s cries also attracted the attention of nearby people.

After someone came over, she and the others sent the person she had taken down to the nearby police station. When she got home, she told Old Mr. Xue about being kidnapped.

"Kidnapped in broad daylight? Is there no law and order anymore? Are you hurt?" Old Mr. Xue was angry, but didn’t forget to be concerned.

"No, I’m fine. I’m fortunate that I’m physically agile and know a bit of self-defense. Otherwise, those two might’ve had their way with me."

Old Mr. Xue’s anger surged. How dare they bully his daughter-in-law, didn’t they want to live a peaceful life? "Do you remember what the one who ran looked like?"

"I remember, I’ll draw a picture for you," Nan Chuyi said.

Although her drawing skills were not as good as Li Qiao’s, they were still quite impressive.

She went back to her room and sketched the likeness of the man: "This is roughly what he looked like."

Old Mr. Xue made phone calls to start an investigation.

Li Qiao only heard about Nan Chuyi’s incident the next morning and immediately thought of Zhong Qiongsui. She had a hunch that she was the intended target, as she and Nan Chuyi had similar builds, comparably fair skin, and both preferred to leave their hair loose.

In addition, her grandmother often gave clothes to Nan Chuyi.

Sometimes Nan Chuyi would wear the same outfit as her, so it was not impossible for the kidnappers to have mistaken her identity.

"What did he look like? Do you have a sketch?" Li Qiao asked. Last night, Qin Jin told her that Jiayue’s father was taking her to visit the Shangguan Family. Shangguan Qingfeng should be resting, right? She asked him to check into it.

It was definitely going to be more efficient than Sir Xue.

Nan Chuyi: "I gave that sketch to Dad. You want me to draw another one."

"Okay."

After Nan Chuyi finished drawing the sketch, Li Qiao folded it neatly and put it in her pocket. As she reached the alley entrance, she saw a car parked on the side of the road. The window lowered, revealing Shangguan Qingyuan’s face: "Li Qiao."

Li Qiao quickened her pace a bit as she approached: "Are we going over now?"

"What do you think? Do you need to inform your family?"

Li Qiao smiled: "No need."

The driver got out to open the car door, and she got in directly.

"What do you usually keep busy with?"

"Working on my thesis," Li Qiao said.

"Are we holding you up from real work?"

Li Qiao: "A bit, I guess."

Shangguan Qingyuan: "....."

.......

The two of them didn’t speak any further, and about half an hour later, the car entered a residential complex.

It was clearly a step above the one where the Xue Family lived.

The entire row of houses was built from green bricks, exuding a sense of dignity and solemnity.

The Shangguan Family’s house was located in the middle.

A two-story building with a big yard, spacious and bright.

Entering the living room, she saw Zhong Qiongsui again, sitting together with Zhuang Shu.

There was also an auntie by their side.

Li Qiao thought to herself: do you have nothing better to do all day long?

Why are you always seeking either me or Zhuang Shu?

She really suspected that Zhong Qiongsui had taken a fancy to Shangguan Qingfeng. Her daily visits, ostensibly to see her good sisters, were actually coveting their men.

With this matter, she had experience. Li Jinhua started the same way, but Qin Jin did not indulge her and occasionally gave her a beating, until she was finally scared off.

Either Shangguan Qingfeng was unaware of Zhong Qiongsui’s intentions, or his attitude was unclear, though the latter was highly unlikely, since Zhuang Shu was prettier than Zhong Qiongsui even without makeup.

Shangguan Qingfeng probably wasn’t blind.

Li Qiao thought to herself in silence.

"Li Qiao, you’re here," Zhuang Shu greeted her politely.

Li Qiao replied with a light smile: "Yes, I am." She walked over to the baby crib in the living room. The child was asleep, eyes closed, looking pink and white and enormously cute.

Zhong Qiongsui said, "The baby’s asleep, what’s there to look at?"

"Can’t I enjoy looking?"

Zhuang Shu invited Li Qiao to take a seat.

Li Qiao walked over and sat down.

Shangguan Qingyuan had someone make tea, then went upstairs.

Li Qiao sat quietly, noticing two books on the table that she had translated. "Shu, are these the books you’re reading?" frёewebηovel.cѳm

"Qingyuan brought them back. I’ve read half. It’s originally in English, which I’ve also read. The translation is quite good," Zhuang Shu said.

Zhong Qiongsui glanced at them and said, "I always read the original. No translation, no matter how good, can capture the original’s essence."

"This one is really good," Zhuang Shu stated.

Zhong Qiongsui opened the book and commented, "It’s not that great. If you had translated it, it surely would have been better."

"Ah, how can I have the time while taking care of the child?" Zhuang Shu’s brow furrowed. She had originally planned on having just one child, but her mother-in-law’s persistent urging had worn her out.

Li Qiao said, "Taking care of a child can indeed be time-consuming. Don’t you have three more? Where are they?"

"After Jiayue was born, they were sent to the old house to be taken care of by my mother-in-law and the auntie," Zhuang Shu replied.

Li Qiao was speechless. Your mother-in-law and an auntie are looking after three of your kids, you have one, and there’s another auntie to help you out. Yet here you are sighing day after day. I suppose Zhong Qiongsui’s contribution is not small. "Then you’re quite lucky. Back in my hometown, there’s a neighbor whose in-laws don’t get along. She has two kids, and she takes care of their meals and sleep all by herself. Her mother-in-law urges her son to get rid of his wife every day and the couple fights every other day."

"Such a marriage might as well end in divorce," Zhong Qiongsui stated.

Li Qiao replied, "Easy for you to say. A married daughter is like spilled water. If she divorces, where can she go? Without education or skills, how can she support herself? Do you think every woman in the world is like you, with a higher education and a decent job that allows them to pursue so-called freedom and independence?"

Zhong Qiongsui stated, "...... As long as you have hands, can’t you scavenge for something to eat?"

Li Qiao retorted, "That’s why I say you don’t know the pain while standing and talking. Women in the countryside have relentless farm work, and during a poor harvest, even feeding themselves is hard. Before I went to college, I endured hunger. Each meal was just gruel. Back then, I had only one thought: when would I get full? After getting full, I wanted to eat well. Once I ate well, I began to feel my clothes and shelter were inadequate, and I grew increasingly greedy. Looking back, I was just trying to satisfy my hunger."

Zhuang Shu felt a jolt in her heart.

She once merely yearned for a family, a lovely child.

Now that she had everything, she remembered the career she had left behind.

Zhong Qiongsui interjected, "Different social classes."

"Class?"

Zhong Qiongsui stuttered: "That’s not what I meant. Your living environment isn’t the same as Zhuang Shu’s. If she hadn’t got married and had children, she could have become the head of the translation department. Now, for the sake of a man..."

"Aren’t the children her own too? To you, they suddenly become ’a man’s children.’ I don’t understand," said Li Qiao.

Zhong Qiongsui was at a loss for words: "But the children take the man’s surname, not the woman’s."