How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s
Chapter 238 - 240: Inferiority?_1

Chapter 238: Chapter 240: Inferiority?_1

Old Mr. Xue: "Lingqing, you must never give your money to your mom. After you get married, you should also keep your money in your own hands, just as I have without ever living beyond my means."

Jiang Wanqiu: "You haven’t lived beyond your means? What are you lacking, food or drink? Each and every one of the kids in this house has made something of themselves, and whose merit is that, if not mine?"

Old Mr. Xue spoke bluntly: "You’ve taught them to be like you from an early age..." ruined them,

At that moment, the waiter served the dishes, and Li Qiao took the opportunity to interrupt Old Mr. Xue: "Sir Xue, try the signature dish here, the clay pot chicken." She used the serving chopsticks to pick up a chicken leg, passed it over Qin Jin, and placed it in the bowl in front of Old Mr. Xue.

Old Mr. Xue’s attention was finally diverted, and after tasting it he said, "It’s quite tasty."

Qin Jin poured wine for Old Mr. Xue, and then prepared to pour for Xue Lingqing, who moved his cup aside and said, "I can’t drink."

Qin Jin: "Sir Xue, let’s drink together."

"Alright!"

An old man and a young man drank and played finger-guessing games, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

Xue Sufen observed silently; her dad was easily drunk, her older brother and uncle didn’t drink a drop, yet Qin Jin could hold his liquor.

What does this imply?

The two are grandfather and grandson!

So that’s why Madam Xue would target Old Mrs. Qin.

In that case, Old Mrs. Qin would have been a concubine in the old society.

Then Li Qiao, would she be the granddaughter-in-law of a concubine?

If Li Qiao knew about this, would she die of anger? Would she divorce Qin Jin?

Licking her half-length teeth, she decided to pierce this thin veil secretly, to make Qin Jin lose his wife and become a bachelor.

When Li Qiao left her seat, she put down her chopsticks and followed her out.

...

After Li Qiao finished in the restroom, she turned the corner and came face to face with Xue Sufen.

"Li Qiao, I have something very private to tell you."

Li Qiao was puzzled. Sir Xue and Madam Xue would openly quarrel, sparing her no ’family disgrace,’ treating them like their own family. How private could Xue Sufen’s matter be? "Go ahead."

"Qin Jin is my grandfather’s grandson from outside marriage," Xue Sufen said in a hushed voice.

Cough cough cough...

Li Qiao choked on her saliva: "Did Sir Xue tell you that?"

"I guessed it myself," Sufen said. "Look, Qin Jin can drink, and my grandfather has a good capacity for alcohol. But my dad, uncle, and older brother don’t like to drink. Grandfather is also fond of you, just like he is fond of his own granddaughter-in-law."

Li Qiao: ".....If I hadn’t seen photos of my own grandfather and father-in-law, I might have believed you."

Sufen felt somewhat disappointed. Did Qin family’s grandfather and uncle look very alike? "Then why are my uncle and older brother so nice to you? Grandfather even asks grandma to cook chicken soup for you."

Li Qiao: "Where do you see Professor Xue and Big Brother Xue being nice to me? We’ve barely spoken a few words." With Professor Xue, it was her initiating discussions about topics; when they bumped into each other, she greeted him first, he really didn’t care to acknowledge her, alright?!

Big Brother Xue didn’t live nearby and it was rare to see him once a month, so how could they start being nice?

Sir Xue was indeed nice—not only did he give her meal tickets, but he also brought her food and drink.

But isn’t that just kindness from the elders?

When she became old, if a friend or child she hadn’t seen in decades was living nearby, and she had the means, she would also often visit them.

It was only natural.

She added: "Jin isn’t that good at drinking either. He gets drunk easily. Don’t believe me? Just watch later. If he really was related to Sir Xue, Professor Xue and your older brother would only be annoyed; how could they possibly show us a good face? Think about it, dummy!" She walked away.

Xue Sufen: "..."

.....

Li Qiao stopped to pay the bill on her way back to the private room.

Qin Jin was already drunk, lying on the table asleep.

Old Mr. Xue was full of energy: "I thought Jin could drink a lot, but he’s passed out after just one bottle."

Li Qiao thought to herself, "One bottle is not enough?"

Jiang Wanqiu said, "We’ve eaten our fill and drunk our share. Let’s go."

Old Mr. Xue said, "Can Jin walk? Lingqing, you go home and cycle back to pick him up."

Qin Jin raised his head, "I’m not drunk, I can walk!" He stretched out his hand and hooked it around Li Qiao’s neck, pulling her towards him: "I’ve got a ready-made crutch right here."

Everyone looked at the two of them.

Li Qiao was extremely embarrassed and pinched him hard, but he looked pitifully aggrieved, "I’ve already taken the test, why are you still hitting me?"

Jiang Wanqiu smiled gracefully. Ruan Xiangjun had been strong all her life, but her grandson turned out soft as putty, clearly at the mercy of his wife. She intentionally said, "Qiaoqiao still hits people, huh."

Li Qiao’s face turned red involuntarily, "He’s talking nonsense. I haven’t hit him, and I can’t beat him either."

Jiang Wanqiu said, "The trees in my yard have been kicked down." As if that’s any harder than hitting a person.

Li Qiao was mortified. After calming down that day, she regretted her actions at the Xue family’s house. She shouldn’t have kicked their tree, let alone shamelessly demanded that they plant pine trees. She later bought a gingko tree to send over, but Sir Xue didn’t plant it, and even sawed down the original tree.

He said the courtyard looked brighter with fewer trees.

Embarrassed, she smiled, picked up her coat and helped Qin Jin put it on as he protested that he couldn’t move his arms.

After she had dressed him in his coat and wrapped a scarf around him,

they headed outside with her supporting him.

The cold wind blew.

Qin Jin felt nauseated and vomited by the roadside.

Old Mr. Xue said, "Ah, Jin can’t hold his liquor."

Qin Jin’s brain was slow to process, and he looked blankly at Old Mr. Xue.

Li Qiao answered on his behalf, "Maybe it’s comfortable while drinking?" Otherwise, why continue drinking when you know it’ll be unpleasant later?

Old Mr. Xue said, "It is indeed comfortable when you drink, one drink dispels a thousand worries. You’re a college student, a ’Top Scholar’ even. He must feel inferior to you when he’s around you, anxious and feeling unworthy. Seizing a chance to drink is a way to relieve the frustration. As his wife, you need to communicate with him often, and coax him sometimes."

"Me, inferior? Unworthy? I’m not inferior at all, I’m more than enough for her!" Qin Jin finally reacted. He reached around from behind and embraced Li Qiao, pressing the palm of his hand against her shoulder somewhat slurred, "You, you say worthy... or not?"

Xue Lingqing glanced at Qin Jin’s hand position and then at Li Qiao’s blushing face. His fists clenched unconsciously as he walked ahead on his own.

Li Qiao slapped Qin Jin’s hand again with force, "What are you doing? You Loser, walk properly."

Qin Jin closed his eyes once more, his chin resting on her shoulder, and followed her step by step.

He’s just going to walk this way, what of it?

Old Mr. Xue smiled kindly, then added worriedly, "You’re heading home tomorrow, will Jin be alright like this?"

Li Qiao responded, "He’ll feel better after sleeping."

Old Mr. Xue was reassured.

The group split up at the entrance to the alley.

By this time, Qin Jin was able to walk on his own. He leaned against the wall at the doorstep, looking at her with intense eyes, "My wife is truly beautiful."

Li Qiao scolded lightly, "Stop with the drunken antics." She entered the yard first, opening the door.

Qin Jin let out a shout, causing Li Qiao to stagger.

"Why is there another man in the house?" Qin Jin bellowed as he charged towards the snowman, giving it a kick that knocked it over. The snowman’s head, which had been placed on afterward, fell off and rolled several yards away.

Li Qiao let out a piercing scream.

In the northern winter, with temperatures frequently below zero and several snowfalls a month, the snowman built over half a month ago was still standing: "My snowman, that damned Loser Qin never does anything right!" She cursed angrily.

"What’s this about your snowman? You can only have me," Qin Jin declared possessively.

"You’re drunk!" Li Qiao cursed again.

"I’m not drunk." Qin Jin kicked away the snowman’s head. He even wanted to kick the dog; this house could only have one male.

The dog, frightened, crawled under the bed, while he collapsed on the bed’s edge and fell into a deep sleep.

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