How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 105: Letter_1

Dusk was approaching, and the crowd dispersed.

Li Qiao and Old Mrs. Qin cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and swept the yard.

"Today was even more exhausting than manual labor," Old Mrs. Qin complained softly.

Li Qiao too was yawning non-stop; she had gone crazy with Qin Jin until late last night, and woke up early in the morning with a sore body, barely able to keep her eyes open. She would have to rest early tonight, or else she would definitely doze off in class tomorrow.

After finishing up, she went back to her room to wash up and sleep, waking up the next day.

She got ready and took a ride to school in Qin Jin’s car.

Li Shengcai and Dong Lamei hadn’t slept a wink all night, tossing and turning with the thought that their hard-earned university student daughter couldn’t just be given away to the Qin family for nothing.

With the farming slow at this time, Qin Jin would surely leave the village to hang around with those hoodlums.

So, they hid behind the haystack at the entrance to Feng Family Village before dawn, waiting for Qin Jin to leave so they could talk teason with Old Mrs. Qin.

They did not expect to see Li Qiao as well.

The two of them waited for Qin Jin’s bicycle to be far away before they quickly headed towards the Qin family’s direction.

There were already people busy at work at the entrance of the Qin family’s house.

Not long ago, everyone had witnessed the couple’s embarrassment, and they teased,

"Did you two specifically choose a time when Jin isn’t home to come over?"

Dong Lamei lost all face; she simply let everything crash and burn, "What’s it to you?"

She stepped into the Qin family’s yard.

Old Mrs. Qin was cutting pork to prepare the sauce, and the red and white marbled pork belly made Dong Lamei’s mouth water, as she hadn’t touched meat in over ten days since Qin Jin had raided their house.

She swallowed hard and said, "Grandma, we admit to whatever scolding or beating you want for what happened before, but you can’t just ignore Qiaoqiao not recognizing her parents. You’ve been through it, you know how hard it is to raise a child, without our years of nurturing, she wouldn’t have made it to university; you can’t just pluck our peaches for nothing."

Old Mrs. Qin had already anticipated that Dong Lamei wouldn’t give up easily.

Anyone in her place would feel the same; a university student meant that a family could rise from poverty to a comfortable life. "You took her to your door to snatch her..."

"Oh, how many times do I have to explain, it wasn’t a snatch. I was hit by her, I was delirious with anger and wanted to take her home to teach her a lesson. Dong Qiang fancies Jinhua, his harassment of Jinhua at school made a huge scene, didn’t you hear from Qiaoqiao?" Dong Lamei interrupted Old Mrs. Qin, speaking a long series of grievances and reasons.

Old Mrs. Qin felt a chill, willing to sacrifice her own daughter’s reputation in order to mend the relationship with Qiaoqiao.

A mother like that would be a wonder to raise a good child. "Don’t speak to me about this; you should talk to Qiaoqiao."

"But she won’t listen. Grandma, she’s a university student now. If the university hears about her disrespecting her parents, do you think they would still let her attend? Please persuade her, she will surely listen to you," Dong Lamei said, half-threatening.

Old Mrs. Qin became concerned upon hearing this; after months of striving, the child finally made gains, what if Dong Lamei caused trouble? She agreed for the moment, attempting to stabilize Dong Lamei’s emotions. "Alright, but whether or not the child listens, I can’t guarantee you that."

Her words were enough to delight Dong Lamei. "At least you see the big picture," she said, but her tone changed, "About the meat at your house..."

"We’re planning to pickle it for gradual consumption," Old Mrs. Qin replied, "If you’ve got nothing else, you should head back." She could agree with words, which cost no more than moving her lips, but the meat was not for giving.

Dong Lamei cursed Old Mrs. Qin for her stinginess in her heart, keeping in mind the time Qin Jin would return, not daring to linger too long, and left with Li Shengcai. As soon as they were out the door, she started complaining, "Hundreds of pounds of meat and she didn’t spare us a piece, your precious daughter, a true ingrate..."

Li Shengcai had even more resentment in his heart. A loss in every sense! A disloyal daughter! In the end, she didn’t marry Dong Qiang, did she? Obsessing over this issue, wasn’t it just because she didn’t want to support him in his old age? He thought if he had known from her birth, he would have thrown her into the river to drown.

....

After arriving at the school, Li Qiao submitted her application for off-campus living.

Mr. Zhou responded, "I’ll report to accounting later and have your remaining housing fee refunded."

"No need to refund, I won’t be staying overnight, but I’ll still come back to the dormitory to rest at noon," Li Qiao said.

"That’s fine."

The matter was settled, and the one who found it the toughest to bear was Hu Xiufang: "If you don’t stay in the dormitory, who am I going to go to and from school with from now on?"

"Go to school on your own. The strong always walk alone, only the weak need a group," Li Qiao said.

Hu Xiufang: "...." found herself unable to refute.

During the lunch break, Li Qiao returned to the dormitory to sleep. As soon as she got into bed, a younger student told her that there was a young man outside looking for her.

Was it Qin Jin?

She put on her clothes and went outside.

It was Han Ting. He said, "I passed by the township elementary school for a meeting today and couldn’t bring the female comrade with me. Here are the test papers and answer sheets, thanks for the trouble."

Li Qiao covered her mouth and laughed. Had her words last time cast a shadow over him?

Fearing that she would misunderstand, he even took the initiative to explain.

She said, "Don’t mention it, we also did a test paper this morning. Wait here, and I will get it for you."

Li Qiao grabbed his test paper and answer sheet and ran off to the classroom to get her copy to hand over to him: "Did you consider the suggestion I made before or what?"

"The team doesn’t agree to let people go," said Han Ting helplessly.

Li Qiao responded, "That’s okay too, the more difficult the environment, the easier it is to strengthen one’s resolve. As long as our determination is strong enough, Beijing University isn’t a problem."

Han Ting smiled: "Hmm."

The two chatted briefly before Li Qiao parted ways with him and headed back.

On her way passing by the school’s reception office, Li Qiao spotted Li Jinhua’s figure and stopped to watch. What was she doing here? Looking for Cai Hechuan’s reply?

When Li Jinhua left, her gaze collided with Li Qiao’s, and she glared at Li Qiao before walking away.

....

Li Qiao returned to the dormitory for a nap, then arrived at the classroom half an hour early to grade the educated youth’s answer sheets.

Hu Xiufang curiously hovered around: "Du Xinxin? The female educated youth from your village? Her accuracy rate is so high? English... 86 points? Not bad."

Li Qiao said, "She’s probably the lowest, she’s a bit dull." Realizing she had used the wrong word, "Not dull, she only finished junior high school and has the weakest foundation; no matter how much she scores, it’s considered excellent."

Hu Xiufang: "....." Only finished junior high? She had been so proud of her progress earlier, but now she felt an unprecedented blow.

"What’s her total score?"

Li Qiao said, "I just finished grading, do you have time? Help me add them up."

Hu Xiufang set aside what she was doing to help total the scores. "493. That’s almost top ten in our class. Someone from junior high entering the top ten in a senior class, after a few months she’s definitely college material."

"She fell back a lot though, last time during the monthly test she had 496."

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The first period in the afternoon was supposed to be a math class, but the teacher was busy, so it was turned into a self-study session.

The class monitor was in charge of the discipline, while Li Qiao continued to grade papers.

Hu Xiufang looked for a distraction. "This Han Ting, what’s his story anyway? 615."

"He also fell back, last time he had 620," Li Qiao said.

Hu Xiufang was on the verge of tears; the fact that an educated youth who worked for a living scored higher than her, a student who studied at school, left her with nothing to say. She flipped open a book and started studying earnestly.

Li Qiao annotated the points where each person was likely to make mistakes, put away the test papers and answer sheets, and waited for the next day when Han Ting would come to hand them over to him.