How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s
Chapter 254 - 256: Fright_1

Chapter 254: Chapter 256: Fright_1

"You two better be careful,"

Zou Qing replied somewhat unnaturally.

"Li Qiao, how much is the highest scholarship at your school? Did you get it?"

"300 yuan, got it." She was a repeater, so getting the scholarship was a matter of course.

Everyone gasped in surprise.

yuan was almost a year’s stipend.

Du Xinxin said, "The highest at Han Ting’s school is 150, and he got it too. You two are incredible. Still shining academically even after starting college."

Wang Nannan asked curiously, "How did you know about Han Ting getting the scholarship? Do you two correspond regularly?"

Du Xinxin subconsciously pursed her lips.

Han Ting openly admitted, "We correspond."

Zou Qing caught on, clenched his fist, and gave a playful punch to Han Ting’s shoulder, "You sly dog, I was wondering why you two came together this time. Are you secretly dating each other?"

"We are dating, but not in secret," Han Ting argued somewhat blushingly.

Du Xinxin’s face turned even redder to the base of her neck. She really shouldn’t have spoken out of turn; otherwise, the following conversation wouldn’t have happened. Would Wang Nannan get angry? She stole a glance at Wang Nannan.

Wang Nannan was stupefied for a moment before regaining her composure, feeling a mixture of emotions.

She thought to herself, she had made her feelings for Han Ting so clear. Why was he playing dumb? It turned out he liked Du Xinxin. She pretended to be magnanimous, "When can we drink to your happiness?"

Relieved at Wang Nannan’s words, Du Xinxin thought it was good that she wasn’t angry. "We’d have to wait at least until after college graduation. We’ll invite you then."

Wang Nannan inwardly thought she wouldn’t want to witness them together like that, but still casually agreed on the surface. She paused, then added, "You all have someone, but I don’t. I need to find someone too. Li Qiao, are there any single, handsome young men at your school? Introduce me to one."

Li Qiao: "Plenty. Even our professor is single, incredibly handsome, and still young—only 25 years old."

"Really? So many people are probably still in college at 25."

"One can skip grades. His family is quite accomplished," Li Qiao subtly changed the subject.

Wang Nannan was completely intrigued, "That impressive? Let me become pen pals with him."

Li Qiao: "No problem!"

Liu Jing: "Are you on good terms with the professor? When Wang Nannan writes to him, how will you deliver it? Won’t he have an opinion about it?"

Wang Nannan came back to her senses. After all, Han Ting hadn’t dumped her for Du Xinxin, so there was no need for her to show off by involving Li Qiao in her affairs. "Let’s not do it. Professors are usually quite stern."

Li Qiao smiled and said, "Not stern at all."

"No, no, no." Wang Nannan waved her hands decisively.

"Fine then," Li Qiao scratched her nose, not truly daring to play matchmaker for the professor. "Oh, right, I’ve got some good news to share with you all. I skipped a grade and I’ll be a junior when the school term starts."

"What? You skipped a grade too?"

"How did you manage that?"

"Can you handle the knowledge of a junior?"

Everyone was astonished, asking all sorts of questions.

Li Qiao answered them one by one.

"You’re too impressive."

Old Mrs. Qin brought out some refreshments for everyone, adding, "Qiaoqiao passed the acceleration exam with flying colors."

"That’s amazing."

Li Qiao returned to the room with a smiling face to let everyone check the accounts. Wang Nannan was busy eating and reconciling accounts, fully leaving her displeasure behind.

"I won’t take this money. Li Qiao, you help me keep it for the village primary school girl who can’t afford to go to school," Liu Jing said.

Han Ting disagreed, "If you help this year, will you be able to help next year? If you don’t continue to do so, the child will still drop out. Can you support the child through high school? If she doesn’t go to college, not only will her parents not be grateful to you, but they’ll also think you meddled unnecessarily and made their child miss out on a lot of work."

Liu Jing was at a loss for words, then after a pause said, "I just want to do what little I can."

Li Qiao suggested, "What about buying some stationery for the children instead?"

"This idea is good."

"Are you guys going to buy it?"

"I’m not buying." Han Ting was the first to express his stance. He had previously bought notebooks for kids in his class who didn’t have any, and later when the children’s parents asked him to continue buying, he refused. They retorted, "If you don’t buy them, who will do her homework? Can you, as the principal, take responsibility if her studies decline?"

"If Han Ting isn’t buying, then I’m not buying either," Du Xinxin said.

"If the two of you aren’t buying, I won’t buy either."

Liu Jing: "..."

"What are you buying?" Peng Chunhua, from next door, came over with her child in her arms, having heard the loud voices at the Qin’s place, she couldn’t resist coming over.

It’s so nice to be a college student.

Each one of them dressed bright and shiny, full of youthful spirit.

She would also cultivate her children to go to college in the future.

Liu Jing turned her head: "Nothing much, your child has grown so much, huh?"

"Yeah, I’ve got another one in my belly," Peng Chunhua said: "Du Xinxin, I remember you’re studying medicine, can you tell if I have a boy or girl in here?" She had already given birth to a daughter and wanted a son for her next child. Fortune tellers weren’t reliable, it was safer to ask a doctor.

Du Xinxin laughed: "I study medicine, not X-ray vision; how could I know?" She glanced at Peng Chunhua’s complexion, pale and sallow, and after a moment suggested: "Your complexion looks quite bad, it’s a bit like what’s described in books, possibly caused by carrying a boy which disrupts hormonal balance. You should eat more red dates to replenish your blood."

Li Qiao: "So, are you saying that carrying a boy turns one uglier?"

"You could say that," replied Du Xinxin.

Li Qiao: "Then I might as well have a daughter in the future." Having a son that makes you ugly isn’t worth it.

Du Xinxin smiled: "That’s not always the case, and things will return to normal after giving birth."

Peng Chunhua was very pleased, from now on she’d have both a son and a daughter, fantastic. "Qiaoqiao also needs to hurry. In the village, apart from Feng Kui, all those around Jin’s age already have children. The Fugui family had a son on their first try, if you keep having daughters, you’ll fall behind."

Old Mrs. Qin: "What’s there to compare in having children? I like daughters just as much, and we’re not in a hurry." Right now, the education of her granddaughter-in-law is more important than the great-grandchildren.

Peng Chunhua felt a twinge of envy. If she hadn’t listened to her parents back then, but only to Qin Jin’s words, she wouldn’t have to endure her mother-in-law’s harshness, and she’d be well-fed and dressed without needing to do housework.

It seems like Li Qiao never really did any work either, with Old Mrs. Qin taking care of the inside, and Qin Jin taking care of the outside.

Not having to wake up until mealtime when she didn’t have school, and no one scolded her for it.

Some people are just so lucky.

Her life is much harder.

She couldn’t help but say: "A daughter can’t continue the family line. Who will inherit your family property in the future?"

Old Mrs. Qin: "Inherit what property? A couple of dilapidated rooms?" Even emperors with vast estates have descendants who squandered it all, didn’t they?

What do ordinary folks like us have to think about that for?"

Peng Chunhua: "..."

Li Qiao smiled with her eyes curved, her grandmother sure knew what was what.

....

After Peng Chunhua left.

Li Qiao went back to reconciling the accounts with the educated youth, confirmed everything was correct, then led the group to the village office to settle the accounts. They strolled around the village, chatting about everything under the sun and agreed to meet again in Beijing during the summer vacation.

The educated youth stayed at the Qin’s for dinner, and Li Qiao saw them off to catch a ride into the city.

"Li Qiao, you can go back, we can get there on our own."

"No rush." Li Qiao waited for them to get on the vehicle before heading home. By that time, it was getting dark, and the road from the village to the main road passed a group of graves, which had become wholly dark. She heard a strange noise and couldn’t help shivering. Mustering her courage, she shouted: "Who’s there trying to spook me? I’m not afraid."

"I’m so miserable, so miserable, so miserable~"

The ethereal and mournful voice, indistinguishable between male and female, eerily reached her ears.

"Goodness!" Li Qiao ran for home, but suddenly tripped over something, scrambled up, and kept running.

Only when she saw her own house’s gate did she feel relieved.

After entering the yard, Old Mrs. Qin said: "Why are you in such a panic? Did the young people catch the last bus?"