How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s
Chapter 233 - 235: Submit Draft_1

Chapter 233: Chapter 235: Submit Draft_1

Xue Sufen: "Then why did you snatch the wad of paper?"

Ma Hongxiang was at a loss for words and after a pause said, "You never clean, and if it were thrown away, wouldn’t I be the one to pick it up? I was just about to throw away the garbage and thought of picking it up to throw it away with the rest. Why would I snatch a wad of paper?"

Li Qiao didn’t live in the dormitory and wasn’t involved in cleaning and organizing the interior.

Whereas the resident Xue Sufen and Cheng Shuqin never cleaned up, and Cheng Shuqin, especially, bullied her for being from the countryside and openly ordered her to do the dormitory cleaning.

Xue Sufen felt the reason was far-fetched but couldn’t find the words to argue back. Since she indeed had not cleaned before, her face turned red when it was publicly mentioned, and she changed the subject to cleaning, "From now on, let’s set up a duty roster, and each person will take turns for a week. We’ll go by the order of the beds, starting with you this week and Li Qiao next week." She added, "Lv Qian, give me your lab report, and I’ll hand it to the teacher."

Lv Qian: "Everyone has left. What can the teacher do by handling it?"

Xue Sufen: "We still need to give it to the teacher. Don’t spread this around carelessly. Cheng Shuqin knows some hoodlums, be careful she might get someone to deal with you."

On hearing this, Lv Qian hastily handed over the lab report, and Xue Sufen immediately took it to Mr. Che.

Mr. Che, shocked, thought it over carefully and contacted Mr. Cheng, handing the paper to him.

Mr. Cheng had been expelled for breaking into a home and was in a depressive mood. Seeing the lab report made his anger surge, and he took it home to confront Cheng Shuqin: "Whose child is this?"

Cheng Shuqin was clueless and pale as she read her name on the report, feeling a chill down her spine.

Where did this report come from?

Before she could react, her stomach was kicked by Mr. Cheng.

"I struggled so much to support your education, thinking you’d achieve something great. And look at you, dropping out midway, causing me to lose my job, and now you’ve gotten yourself pregnant..."

Cheng Shuqin screamed for help in pain...

...

After the turmoil subsided, Li Qiao’s life returned to normal.

Qin Jin enrolled in night school for accounting and began to get busy. Besides attending classes, he was also involved in wholesaling socks.

Old Mrs. Qin was extremely relieved; marrying her grandson to such a good wife was the best decision she had made in her life.

Once impulsive and prone to causing trouble, now look how stable and ambitious he is?

And so a week passed.

Qin Jin took leave from night school and, with accounting books and goods in hand, returned to his hometown with Old Mrs. Qin.

Li Qiao did not move into the dormitory but lived alone with her dog in a small courtyard.

When she had no classes, she’d work on translating documents at home. A job she planned to finish in three months was completed in just one and a half. Looking at the three full volumes of manuscript, she suddenly couldn’t bear to hand them in.

She went to Counselor Xiang to ask for a favor to use the school’s printer.

Whenever she had the time, she would go to the printing room. It took her two full weeks to print out and bind all the manuscripts.

She also used the weekend to go to the publishing house and submit her manuscript.

The season transitioned to the cold of winter, with a freezing chill in the air and the north wind howling.

Li Qiao reached the minibus stop, wrapping her scarf tighter around her neck as she waited for the bus.

Xue Jingyi, riding a bicycle with Xue Sufen, stopped to greet Li Qiao: "Qiaoqiao, where are you heading? Haven’t Jin and Old Mrs. Qin arrived yet? Is everything alright at home?"

Li Qiao: "Grandma’s foot got injured; she’s resting at home."

More than a month ago, Qin Jin had sent a telegram saying Feng Fugui’s wall had collapsed and Old Mrs. Qin got her foot injured by a falling stone while passing by and needed care. As for the sock business, after successfully selling the first batch of goods, he had handed it over to Feng Kui, Liu Er, and Li Jianguo to take care of the purchasing matters.

Xue Jingyi expressed concern: "Is it serious? You’ll have winter break in a couple of weeks, won’t you? Are you going back home alone? Your uncle will also be on holiday by then, maybe he can take you home?"

Li Qiao’s expression was grave: "It seems quite serious," she guessed the bone might have been affected. "No need to trouble Professor Xue, Jin said he would come to pick me up. Even if he doesn’t make it, he’ll ask one of his brothers to come."

Xue Sufen poured cold water on the idea: "Whether his brother can even find Beijing is still a question."

Xue Jingyi scolded, "What kind of tone is that? Who are you looking down on?"

Li Qiao tried to smooth things over, "Sufen is just worried they might not find their way. They’ve been here for business many times and know the area really well; just a few days ago, they even made a special trip to bring me a bunch of food and goods."

The cotton clothes she was wearing today were brought by Feng Kui and his group, who said they were bought by Qin Jin back in his hometown and asked them to deliver them to her.

Sufen had more to say, "His brothers brought you food and goods? Be careful they might have ill intentions towards you."

Xue Jingyi was also a bit worried, for Li Qiao was fair and beautiful, indeed prone to attract ruffians. He echoed, "I think you should move in with me and Sufen, it’s safer."

Li Qiao smiled, "No need for that, big brother Xue, my ride is here, I’m off."

"Take care," said Xue Jingyi as he waved goodbye.

Sufen snorted, "Look at you drooling. She’s already been married, it’s got nothing to do with you."

Xue Jingyi rapped Sufen’s forehead with his knuckle, "What nonsense are you spouting? I’m her brother, isn’t it right for me to protect her?"

Sufen said, "Take a good look, I’m the one who is your sister." Was she seeing ghosts? Why were her brother and uncle more concerned about Li Qiao than her? Was she that unlikable?

"I can’t see clearly."

Sufen: "..."

"..."

...

Li Qiao took the bus to the publishing house, and Editor Wei, holding a thick manuscript, said in wonder, "You’ve finished the translation so soon? And even bound it into volumes." It was this work ethic that made him trustworthy.

Li Qiao smiled, "It took some time."

Editor Wei took out a remittance slip from the drawer, "This is your previous manuscript fee, I prepared it early for you to collect, but since you didn’t show up, thirty-five yuan. Although it went over ten thousand words, the fractional amount was difficult to calculate, so I rounded it up."

Li Qiao didn’t say anything else, glanced at the amount, and put it in her bag.

Editor Wei flipped through a few pages, nodding in approval, "I’ll take a proper look when I have time. This manuscript fee is not a small sum, after submitting it for review, I’ll personally deliver the fee to you."

Li Qiao readily agreed with a "sure."

Editor Wei took out another stack of manuscripts, "Here is another piece, not many words, deliver it to me in a week."

Li Qiao said, "I’m afraid I can’t promise you this time. Next week I need to prepare for a skip-grade exam, if you give me an extra week, I’ll accept it."

Director Wei was shocked, "Skip-grade? Aren’t you just starting college?"

"I finished the courses ahead of time."

Director Wei gave a thumbs up, amazed. Translating hundreds of thousands of words of manuscripts and still managing to take a skip-grade exam, that was incredible. "If you become famous in the future, I’ll publish a book for you."

Li Qiao humbly replied, "You’re giving me too much credit."

"I’m betting on you," said Director Wei as he handed her the manuscripts that needed translating, "I’ll give you an extra week."

Li Qiao promised to deliver the manuscript on time.

.....

Upon leaving the publishing house, snowflakes began to drift from the sky.

Li Qiao hurried to the bus stop to take a bus home. The house was pleasantly warm; she took off her scarf and coat, sat down at the table, and glanced at the manuscripts. She had just written a page when a knock came from outside.

The dog by her feet stood still, barking symbolically a few times.

Li Qiao guessed it was someone she knew and put on her clothes to answer the door.

Through the crack of the door, she saw Sufen holding a wooden box.

Li Qiao let her in, "Is something the matter?"