MGASC -Chapter 160 Take It Off Right Now

Zhang Ling, propelled by momentum, collided straight into a broad, solid chest.

“Damn it! Are you trying to get yourself killed? You don’t want to live, but I do!”

The violent voice was deafening, yet the large hand gripping her arm didn’t let go.

It dragged her all the way to the safety of the roadside.

Zhang Ling felt like a puppet, pulled along by Jin Quan, her expression shattered, collapsing at the slightest blow.

Jin Quan released her with tight lips, intending to scold her further, but when he met those reddened eyes and the tears streaming down her face, his throat caught.

Why was she crying?

Had he scolded too harshly just now?

Others might say he’s fierce, but wasn’t it for her own good?

Why couldn’t this woman appreciate that?

“Stop crying!”

Jin Quan scolded her sharply again.

But unexpectedly, her crying intensified. Zhang Ling, full of grievance, didn’t know whom to confide in, feeling like the pressure inside her was about to explode. “Whether I cry or not is none of your business!”

“How is it not my business?”

“Then tell me, whose business is it?”

“It’s my…” Jin Quan had no experience dealing with women and irritably threw out, “I’m annoyed by your crying!”

Zhang Ling sniffled and turned to leave.

Jin Quan followed from behind, but after a few steps, Zhang Ling suddenly stopped.

Jin Quan couldn’t stop in time and almost collided with her—actually, he did; his chest bumped against her head.

“Hey, I’m not trying to…”

Zhang Ling suddenly turned and, without warning, threw herself into his arms, hugging him as she cried.

What the hell!

Jin Quan felt as if he had been electrocuted, completely stunned.

What on earth was going on now?

Zhang Ling didn’t say a word, only clung to him, crying. Her face pressed against his chest, and soon she had soaked the front of his shirt, her frail shoulders trembling.

Like a little helpless creature.

Jin Quan looked around. Thankfully, the road was secluded; no one was nearby.

“All right, all right.” He patted her back.

“Stop crying, stop crying. I was wrong. Isn’t it enough that I was wrong?” He smoothed her hair.

But she cried even harder.

Jin Quan felt like his head was going to split.

God, what should he do? Why do women have so many tears?

And who told her to cry—could he go and kill himself?

It wasn’t until a car passed that Zhang Ling, hearing the noise, seemed to wake from a dream. She lifted her head from his chest. After crying for just a few minutes, her eyes were swollen like walnuts.

Like waking from a dream, Zhang Ling finally came to her senses.

She stared blankly at the man before her, recovering from the emotional storm of moments ago.

“I’m sorry…” Seeing the large wet patch on his chest, Zhang Ling felt embarrassed.

What had she just done?

Was she crazy, hugging a stranger on the street and crying?

“Or… maybe you take your shirt off, I’ll wash it for you,” she sniffled.

Jin Quan froze. “Take it off now?”

Zhang Ling opened her mouth, realizing how inappropriate her words were.

But his large hand reached over her face, roughly wiping her tear-streaked cheeks, cleaning her tears and sniffles. “Enough. Don’t be embarrassed. Let’s go home. Watch for cars on the way—don’t act like you can’t see!”

“You cry over every little thing, so impressive!”

Zhang Ling had already turned to leave but heard him grumble.

Yeah, it was so embarrassing.

What was there to cry about?

After getting slapped last time, did she still expect to live with Xu Liang? She was just upset. Over the years, she had worked tirelessly and worn herself down—what had she gained?

When she reached home, she pushed aside those negative emotions. Hearing the laughter inside finally gave her some comfort.

The children were waiting for her to cook. They loved her more than her own family, more than Xu Liang.

At least, they called her “Aunt Ling” with genuine warmth, and they had helped chase away the relatives who bullied her.

Zhang Ling regained her composure, determined not to let the three little ones notice anything. Unexpectedly, when she returned home, Lin Xun had almost finished cooking.

“Aunt Ling is back. Wash your face, and we’ll eat right away.”

Lin Xun’s usual calm demeanor was even gentler today, and he gave her an embarrassed smile.

Zhang Ling’s nose prickled. She hurried to the bathroom to wash her face.

After tidying up, the three little ones had set the table.

Seeing her sit down, Lin Ran even placed a chicken drumstick in her bowl. “Aunt Ling, taste this. My brother said it’s cola chicken drumstick, sweet but not too much. Did it taste right?”

Lin Jin also gave her a piece. “Aunt Ling, Aunt Qiao said eating sweet foods can lift your mood, so eat more. Big brother made it especially for you.”

Lin Xun blushed, focusing on his rice. “Lin Jin, you talk too much.”

Zhang Ling held her bowl, gripping her chopsticks tightly, afraid her stubborn tears would escape and scare the children.

Now she understood why Qiao Qiao had been improving so much.

Because she was being warmly cared for by a whole family.

Though her heart still ached, Zhang Ling ate this meal with contentment.

When Xu Liang came knocking, Zhang Ling had just cleaned up the kitchen. Lin Ran opened the door.

But after opening, he stood like a little guardian at the doorway, not letting Xu Liang in, and loudly called the other two little troublemakers: “Brother, Lin Jin, come guard the gate!”

When Zhang Ling came down, Lin Ran held a stick, Lin Jin carried his toy gun, and Lin Xun, though less dramatic, stood behind with a shovel.

The three blocked the door, glaring at Xu Liang outside.

Xu Liang felt guilty and annoyed, speaking sarcastically to Zhang Ling, “What’s with these kids? Aren’t they getting ruder as they grow up, even stopping their uncle?”

Zhang Ling gave the three little ones a sharp look and signaled, “Go play first. Aunt Ling will talk to this person.”

Lin Ran and Lin Jin glanced at Lin Xun. He nodded. “Aunt Ling, we’ll stay in the yard.”

Dare to bully her family? A shovel to their heads would make them helpless!

Once the three withdrew, Xu Liang tried to enter but was blocked by Zhang Ling at the door.

Xu Liang: “Zhang Ling, today’s incident was a misunderstanding. We can talk inside.”

“Inside? This isn’t your home.” Zhang Ling gave him a cold glance. “Xu Liang, let’s end it.”

“What did you say?”

Zhang Ling’s throat tightened, but she said even more firmly, “If you don’t value me and want someone who can give you children, then go find that person. Let’s not waste each other’s time. Divorce is better for both of us.”

Xu Liang was stunned, frozen in place.

Zhang Ling actually brought up divorce on her own? How was that possible?