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Chapter 841: The speaker has no intention, but the listener reads meaning into it.
Chapter 841: Chapter 841: The speaker has no intention, but the listener reads meaning into it.
"She’s just a colleague from An Hao’s medical team who came to visit our home today," Qin Jian said indifferently, not wanting to mention anything about Cheng Yu.
But obviously, Li Zecheng was very interested in this matter, and turned to An Hao to ask, "Does your colleague have a partner? Is she married?"
"Big Brother Li, why are you so interested in my colleague?" An Hao asked with a smile, looking at him. "Aren’t you afraid your sister-in-law will get mad?"
Li Zecheng glanced at Zhang Guifang and said, "What is there for her to be mad about? I’m just inquiring for a brother of mine. Today, in the courtyard, he saw that girl and was instantly smitten. He had actually asked me to look into it for him, and since I was going to have dinner with Brother Qin Jian anyway, I thought I’d ask."
"Big Brother Li, you don’t need to inquire about her anymore. She’s just here to do volunteer work during the summer break. After the holiday is over, she will go back to Nancheng City; she can’t stay here," An Hao said.
And she didn’t want Cheng Yu to have any sort of relationship with the locals,
Especially since they were from the same military region as Qin Jian.
"That’s truly a pity," Li Zecheng felt regret on behalf of his good brother for missing out on an opportunity.
Xin Ni listened on the side, silently wondering just how beautiful that woman could be that someone would want to marry her at first sight.
She wanted to hear more about the woman, but An Hao and the others stopped discussing her, which left Xin Ni feeling a bit disappointed.
She wanted to ask more, but then she heard Zhang Guifang speak, "That’s enough, isn’t it? You can’t even manage your own affairs at home, yet you’re worrying about other people’s business. Have you had enough to drink? If you have, I’ll serve the dumplings."
An Hao was also tired from the day and it was getting late, so he said, "Alright, sister-in-law, let’s have the dumplings! I see it’s getting late; we should eat and head home early so you two can rest as well."
"Alright, as you wish."
Zhang Guifang went to boil the dumplings, and An Hao followed her into the kitchen, where they talked while cooking the dumplings.
"An Hao, not to nag you, but try to bring female colleagues home less in the future. Women nowadays have such thin skins, especially when they come across soldiers—they practically have hooks in their eyes," Zhang Guifang spoke from personal experience; she didn’t want An Hao to make the same mistake she did and inadvertently invite trouble into her home.
"Sister-in-law, you’re right," An Hao admitted, having learned his lesson. Apart from Gu Shuangshuang, he really couldn’t trust anyone else.
The two chatted away in the kitchen, and Xin Ni, who passed by the kitchen on her way to the bathroom, overheard them.
Intuition told her this female colleague was no ordinary person; when she was mentioned, An Hao didn’t seem too pleased.
Could her situation be similar to Xin Ni’s?
Thinking about it, Xin Ni decided she needed to find an opportunity to thoroughly investigate what sort of background this woman had.
Once the dumplings were ready and served, An Hao and Qin Jian each had a bowl, helped Zhang Guifang clean up a bit, and then went upstairs.
As they ascended the stairs, they discussed the earlier topic.
"If anyone asks you about Cheng Yu in the future," An Hao instructed, "just brush them off with any excuse. Since he was able to contact you through our school, she must also have a way to stay here. I don’t want that ticking time bomb placed by your side."
"Got it, babe. You can rest easy," Qin Jian reassured An Hao, holding her waist as they returned.
Just as the couple closed their door, Xin Ni emerged from the shadows of the stairwell.
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