MGASC -Chapter 115 She Is the Most Adorable, Most Beautiful, Most Gentle, and Kindest Woman

“Hey, what are you doing?” Zhang Qiao pushed against his chest, thinking, Is he out of his mind? Suddenly acting like some domineering CEO?

If he wants to play the “wall crush” game, he can do it at home.

This is the middle of a busy street!

The only relief was that everyone knew she and Lin Tianyue were a couple; otherwise, people would have thought they were some perverts and called the cops.

Zhang Qiao glanced around, gritting her teeth as she spoke: “Lin Tianyue, there are so many people here—act normal!”

“Qiao Qiao, I am acting normal!”

Just doing a wall crush wasn’t enough; he also propped himself up with one hand against the wall and cupped her face with the other.

And his voice—oh, that voice—was so full of affection it could drown a person.

Zhang Qiao’s scalp tingled as if shocked, sending shivers down her spine.

“Just tell me what you want to say, quickly!”

Lin Tianyue squinted, pretending to listen seriously. But then his gaze drifted downward… and landed on her belly. His audacious hand covered it, and he murmured:

“Son!”

What the hell! Zhang Qiao felt like she was about to lose her mind.

But the clingy voice continued: “Son, you must respect your mother when you grow up. Otherwise, I’ll strangle you!”

Zhang Qiao thought: Don’t worry—I’ll strangle him first!

He lowered his head—or rather, his whole body slowly sank down.

Until a grown man was crouched on the ground, pressing his handsome face against her slowly rounding belly.

It was the first time Lin Tianyue had ever been this close to her stomach.

Close enough that it seemed like he could really talk to the little baby inside.

He hugged her waist, face pressed to her belly, speaking in the most serious tone, murmuring:
“You don’t know how much I used to hate women. Women are all no good—they abandon me, toy with me, frame me. But your mother… she’s different. She’s the most adorable, most beautiful, most gentle, kind, and clever woman in the world.”

Zhang Qiao: “…”

Is this some sort of rough man’s prenatal teaching? And he still hates women? How many bad experiences has he had with them?

Seeing no one around, Zhang Qiao held his head gently with her hands: “Lin Tianyue, then tell me—who abandoned you, toyed with you, or framed you?”

Lin Tianyue, still hugging her: “Why should I tell you?”

Zhang Qiao twitched the corner of her mouth and tried to tease him: “Oh, was it your ex-girlfriends?”

“Bollocks! I only fancy Qiao Qiao!”

Ha… is this a confession?

“Son, you don’t know how good your mother is. She married me at such a young age and gave me children!”

“You’re the one she gave birth to!”

“Are you jealous?”

“Being jealous won’t help! You’ll never find a wife as good as hers!”

Lin Tianyue seemed to remember Zhang Qiao and looked up, grinning at her: “Right, Qiao Qiao?”

Zhang Qiao: He’s insane!

He’s literally comparing who has the better wife—with the child in her belly!

God, please tell her—he’s not sane!

But Lin Tianyue wasn’t done. He nuzzled her belly: “Qiao Qiao, tell our son I’m right, okay?”

What a shame—if phones existed right now, Zhang Qiao would definitely record this moment and play it back on loop after he sobered up to humiliate him socially.

Half annoyed, half wanting to laugh, she said: “Don’t worry, my daughter doesn’t need to find a husband! You should worry instead—what if she ends up with a man like you?”

Daughter?

What daughter?

Lin Tianyue was dizzy, still crouched on the ground, hugging Zhang Qiao.

At that moment, Chen Gang came out of the restaurant and witnessed the scene.

The usually serious, never-compromising Factory Director Lin was kneeling humbly on the street, clutching his wife and refusing to let go.

What mistake had their director made?

Good heavens, did he just see something he shouldn’t have?

Hahaha—strong, proud Lin Tianyue, never bowing to anyone, kneeling in public before his wife. Truly, men are all cowards in front of their wives!

Chen Gang covered his mouth, laughing, and tried to slip away—but bumped into the door, only to be caught by Zhang Qiao: “Chen Gang, perfect timing. Come help me watch him!”

Chen Gang: “Ah… what’s going on, Brother Yue?”

He had to go help Lin Tianyue up, and after smelling the alcohol on him, he realized:
“Drunk? Brother Yue usually drinks more than this.”

Zhang Qiao: “Who knows? I’m going to attend to the customers—please take care of him.”

“Don’t worry, sister-in-law!”

Chen Gang helped Lin Tianyue to a corner to sober up, while he kept mumbling “wife, wife…” nonstop.

“Brother Yue, enough ‘wife-ing’! Sister-in-law is angry at you for drinking too much.”

“Huh? Angry?” Sitting in the shade, Lin Tianyue’s mind cleared, but his body remained uncontrollable.

Why was she angry?

After half an hour, most of the alcohol wore off.

Lin Tianyue seemed fully himself again, rubbed his face, and stood up to leave. Chen Gang immediately followed: “Brother Yue, where are you going?”

“To help your sister-in-law and handle something.”

The thing Lin Tianyue needed to handle involved Song Jiawen.

Even if he didn’t inquire, news of it always reached his ears.

Li Xiufen was sick.

For days she hadn’t gone out. The Song father and son spread bad words about him, claiming Lin Tianyue was unfilial and that he and his wife had upset his mother to the point of illness.

Soon, Lin Tianyue arrived at Xiangshui County No. 3 High School.

It was the best high school in the area.

Song Jiawen and Zhang Qiao’s brother-in-law Xu Liang both taught there—one high school senior math, the other high school junior Chinese.

The school had aged and worn over time. Not long ago, Lin Tianyue met Principal Meng there, through Zhou Junlin’s introduction, and they chatted for a while.

It was lunchtime, and Lin Tianyue ran straight into Song Jiawen at the school gate.

Seeing him, Song Jiawen’s face fell: “Lin Tianyue, what are you doing here? Looking for trouble again?”

Lin Tianyue’s tone was aggressive: “What, you own the school, Principal Song?”

Song Jiawen wasn’t actually principal yet, just had the potential. Lin Tianyue’s words were a clear jab. Song Jiawen’s expression darkened.

“I don’t own it, but I’m obligated to warn you: don’t cause trouble. Go say whatever outside. Lin Tianyue, you’ve already made your mother sick! You nearly caused my partner to fall out with me. Your family’s chaos benefits you, and you’re still not satisfied!”

Lin Tianyue snorted coldly and ignored him, walking straight inside.

The gatekeeper came out, looked at Song Jiawen, then Lin Tianyue: “Teacher Song, do you know him?”

“No! He’s here to cause trouble. It’s work time—don’t let him in!”

Song Jiawen wanted to distance himself from Lin Tianyue immediately and issued the order with full authority.

The gatekeeper hesitated, then heard Lin Tianyue politely say: “I’m here to see Principal Meng. It was arranged beforehand.”

Once the gatekeeper heard it was the principal, he quickly opened the gate and personally guided him to the office.

Passing by Song Jiawen, he was momentarily dumbfounded.

Lin Tianyue actually knew their Principal Meng?