My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 580 Letters of guarantee, write it down

Chapter 580: 580 Letters of guarantee, write it down

"What?" he almost screamed in shock.

"You’re just a few years old, what do you mean by dating..."

Lin Qingmu was so angry he could die, forgetting the pain in his leg as he sprang to his feet.

He looked ready to pick a fight.

Seeing the veins bulging on Qingmu’s forehead, Lin Tang coughed and said, "...uh, Dad and Mom have both agreed."

Lin Qingmu was stunned.

His heart felt like it was sinking, weighed down by a stone.

"Am I the only one who disagrees?" he asked, incredulous.

Lin Tang nodded.

Realizing his opinion was utterly useless, Lin Qingmu’s expression went numb.

After a while, not quite giving up, he asked, "I’m not the last to know, am I?"

Right? Right!

At least that would be some consolation.

After careful thought, Lin Tang nodded again, "Probably."

Lin Qingmu plopped down on his butt, hitting the injured part of his right leg.

Despite nearly crunching his teeth from the pain, his face maintained an unfazed expression.

"I need some peace, I just want some peace..."

Finally, it was just him in a world of pain.

The big simpleton nearby munched on the pancakes Lin Tang had given him, his voice muffled.

"Who’s Jingjing? Your girlfriend? What’s the use of calling her now? You better put some medicine on your leg, it must have hurt when you hit it just now..."

Lin Qingmu accidentally had his cover blown again, and his face grew darker than ink.

"Can you please just not talk?"

The big simpleton, still chewing on the pancake, looked at him bewilderedly and squeezed out a sentence.

"No, I can’t, my mom said people are born with a mouth to eat and talk."

Lin Qingmu was left speechless by the retort.

Only then did Lin Tang realize that Qingmu had injured his leg too, and with furrowed brows, she said, "Qingmu, you’ve injured your leg as well?"

Not knowing exactly what had happened, she didn’t dare to touch it.

"It’s just bruised, and the foot is a bit swollen, don’t worry, it’s nothing serious," Lin Qingmu said.

"Hmm hmm..." The big simpleton made noises.

Feeling threatened, Lin Qingmu reached out to cover his mouth.

It wasn’t that he was feeling guilty; he simply didn’t want to hear the guy talk.

The big simpleton was tall and strong, with a big appetite and even bigger strength; he easily pulled Lin Qingmu’s hand away.

Pounding his chest, the belch he’d been holding in was finally released.

"Burp~~~"

The sound was exceptionally loud.

"That’s better."

Looking puzzled, the big simpleton asked Lin Qingmu, "Why’d you cover my mouth?"

Lin Qingmu pulled at the corner of his mouth and forced a laugh.

"It’s nothing."

Gu Yingzhou prepared two bowls of noodles and called out to the courtyard; the big simpleton trotted eagerly to the kitchen.

Soon he came out with two bowls of noodles.

"Smells delicious!" The big simpleton’s face was full of longing.

White noodles, no less.

In his life, he had never had such a thing.

What a pity it wasn’t at his own home, or else how wonderful it would have been to take some back to his mom.

No choice but to eat on his mom’s behalf.

In fact, these noodles were made by mixing white flour with black flour, not too fancy, but in that era, it was considered quite nice.

The big simpleton didn’t know the first thing about politeness, slurping down noodles so fast the bowl quickly emptied.

Lin Tang paid no mind to the unrefined comrade.

She approached Gu Yingzhou, who was washing his hands, "Thank you for your hard work."

Gu Yingzhou shook his head, "It’s no trouble. Why aren’t you asleep yet? You’ve been at work all day, go get some rest. I’ll look after the two comrades in the courtyard for you."

Then, as if remembering something, he paused and asked, "Have you washed? Do you need me to boil some hot water for you?"

Lin Tang refused, "No need, I have hot water in my room."

The two stood to the side speaking quietly, a transparent cover seemingly enclosing them; the others became mere background.

As Lin Qingmu watched the scene, a deep thought flashed across his eyes.

...Perhaps this Comrade Gu Yingzhou wasn’t without merits?!

After Lin Tang returned to his room, the big dummy finished eating and left, leaving only Lin Qingmu and Gu Yingzhou in the courtyard.

Both sat on opposite sides of the stone table, gazes locked, with sparks flying in all directions.

An imminent, icy standoff.

Gu Yingzhou had a calm facade, merely waiting for his future third uncle to make a move.

He would react accordingly.

Lin Qingmu stared intently, trying to make Gu Yingzhou look away.

In this way, he would seize the initiative.

But who knew.

This man was unsettlingly calm.

Making him seem like a clown...

Lin Qingmu couldn’t resist blinking his weary eyes, growing serious, his face covered in medicine, all earnestness.

"Are you serious about my sister?"

He thought he was overwhelming, yet at that moment, his face smeared with green medicine was utterly irrelevant to the term.

Gu Yingzhou’s expression was resolute, "Naturally, I am serious."

Tangtang was like the precious treasure he accidentally bumped into in a mysterious forest, and all he wanted was to hold her in his arms, close to his heart, with all sincerity.

For the rest of his life!

Lin Qingmu pulled out paper and pen from nowhere, placed them on the table, and tapped his fingertips on the paper.

"Write it down, a guarantee!" he commanded indomitably.

He then dictated the contents of the pledge one by one.

"Maintain a distance from other female Comrades, after getting married my sister will manage the household, you must protect my sister, and not allow your family to bully her. If Tangtang wants to visit her parental home, you can’t stop her. You must realize that we are her family for her entire life..."

Gu Yingzhou had never encountered such a situation and for a moment did not know what expression to make.

After a brief pause, he spread out the paper, and with a serious demeanor, began to write under the focused gaze of his cold black eyes.

His handsome face, under the dim courtyard light, cast an exceptional chill.

Like the clarity of sunlight draped over him, his appearance was noble.

Lin Qingmu’s gaze faltered, and with a slightly stiff face, he looked away, mockingly curling his lips.

Depending on that face to lure and flirt with young girls.

Pah, shameless!

Gu Yingzhou did not realize he had been silently tagged as ’shameless.’

He quickly finished writing the pledge.

"Done, would you like to check it?"

His tone was utterly earnest and serious, oblivious to any discrepancies.

Lin Qingmu seemed not to have expected it to be done so quickly, and looked over with furrowed brows.

Seeing the particularly beautiful handwriting on the paper, he relaxed his tightened eyebrows.

This handwriting must be the ’character’ Tangtang spoke of...

A thought flickered by, and Lin Qingmu with a solemn face, began to review the guarantee.

"Oh, and your family doesn’t have that ’excellent’ tradition of insisting on having a male heir, right?!"

When he mentioned excellence, there was heavy sarcasm in his tone.

The sarcasm wasn’t targeted at anyone in particular; rather, he recalled having seen men who mistreated their wives for not bearing a son.

Even briefly considering it, Lin Qingmu’s fist clenched.

He was protective, and his values weren’t that upright.

He only knew that if anyone dared to harm a single finger on his sister’s hand, he would take their half life!

Gu Yingzhou, a man with multiple shrewd schemes, understood the subtext of Lin Qingmu’s words.

"...No."

After speaking, he grabbed the guarantee and added a few more lines.

Regardless of whether this document would be useful, he presented the right attitude.

Lin Qingmu safely stored the guarantee.

He was somewhat more satisfied with this man.

Yet, he said with particular severity, "...If there’s anything my sister does poorly, send her back to us, and most importantly, don’t lay a hand on her."