MGASC -Chapter 34 Too Explosive

Zhou Junlin’s wife had already passed away?

Then… isn’t he single now?

The anxiety that had just subsided surged back into his heart.

So much so that he didn’t continue the conversation—and didn’t even notice that Zhang Qiao was already holding Zhou Xiaoxiao’s small hand, coming down from upstairs.

From a distance, Zhou Xiaoxiao saw the uncle sitting with her dad—the same handsome man in a white shirt she had met yesterday at Teacher Xiao Qiao’s place.

She tugged at Zhang Qiao’s hand: “Sister Qiao, have you and Handsome Uncle made up?”

Zhang Qiao blinked: “Guess.”

“I guess… you definitely made up.”

At that moment, Zhou Junlin noticed the two of them.

Like a little bird, Zhou Xiaoxiao flew into her dad’s arms: “Daddy, Sister Qiao said next class, I should go to her house because she’s checking out today.”

Zhang Qiao’s heart skipped a beat. “Little one, could you not blurt things out so quickly?”

She hadn’t even conceded to Lin Tianyue yet, and now it sounded like she was eagerly pushing for it…

She could only step forward and explain: “Yes. The kids are being discharged today. Next week, I’ll trouble Director Zhou to send Xiaoxiao to our house. I’ve written down the address—it’s easy to find.”

Lin Tianyue: “If that’s inconvenient, you can also bring the kids to my office.”

Zhang Qiao: What office? Since when did he have an office?

Lin Tianyue: “Director Zhou knows. I’ve already picked the location for my feed factory.”

Zhou Junlin: “Yes, Xiao Lin has a bright future. Zhang Qiao, you have good judgment. You two decide. Xiaoxiao and I are fine either way.”

After some polite exchanges, the two of them sent Zhou Junlin off.

With familiar people gone, Zhang Qiao and Lin Tianyue exchanged glances, a trace of awkwardness hanging between them.

“Lin Tianyue, you…”

“I came to take you to the movies. Eldest, second, and third should be ready by now. Let’s go.” Lin Tianyue extended the invitation.

“But… didn’t we agree yesterday that I’d come find you after I’m done?”

Zhang Qiao realized belatedly and laughed.

Could it be that this ironclad straight man is finally catching on?

Unexpectedly, Lin Tianyue answered with over-the-top honesty: “I heard Director Zhou will come pick up the kids at 11. I came to wait, ask him a few questions… uh, and pick you up as well.”

Zhang Qiao: Well, there goes my comeback!

“Lin Tianyue, next time, you don’t have to be this honest, okay? Just rephrase, one sentence, it’ll make people happier. When you do business, pay extra attention to this!”

Lin Tianyue awkwardly touched his nose, thinking, Did I say something wrong again?

They walked upstairs together when suddenly Lin Tianyue grabbed her wrist: “Zhang Qiao, there’s something I need to tell you.”

They had just reached the second floor, the waitstaff moving in and out, curious and slightly suggestive glances directed at them.

Zhang Qiao, a little embarrassed, said: “Let’s talk in the room.”

Hearing that, Lin Tianyue immediately let go of her hand.

Zhang Qiao: “…”

Even though it was a temporary residence, Zhang Qiao had still kept the room neat. When Lin Tianyue entered and looked around, he felt even more that this Zhang Qiao was different from before.

Like she was a completely different person.

Zhang Qiao sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him: “Go ahead. What did you want to say just now?”

Today she wore a different dress—the French-style, goose-yellow long dress she bought yesterday at the state-owned store. Her hair was down with a matching headband. The yellow accentuated her delicate skin; her smile was bright and elegant.

Lin Tianyue tugged at his collar, his throat dry and tight, a restless, inexplicable discomfort rising in him.

“I wanted to tell you…”

He’d barely started when suddenly a suppressed sound came from the next room—like a woman moaning, accompanied by rhythmic banging of the bed against the wall, each thump followed by increasingly provocative sounds.

At first, Zhang Qiao didn’t react, but Lin Tianyue, being a man, immediately recognized it.

Even with the window open, the heat and suffocating sensation flooding his chest felt even more intense.

Then Zhang Qiao realized what was happening next door. The normally calm girl’s ears flushed red.

“It’s broad daylight… what the…”

She wanted to make a light comment to ease the awkwardness. But when she met Lin Tianyue’s fiery gaze, her fingers twitched nervously.

Lin Tianyue frowned, suddenly strode over, and pounded the wall twice with his fists.

After his warning, the noise next door immediately stopped.

He turned red-faced, unable to meet Zhang Qiao’s eyes: “Pack your things first. We’ll talk as we walk.”

Then he went into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on his face.

Watching this tall, ironclad man looking so flustered, Zhang Qiao couldn’t help but laugh.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t been with a woman before, but now he seemed like a pure, innocent man.

By the time Lin Tianyue emerged, Zhang Qiao had already packed.

After that scare, the couple next door finally quieted down completely.

Even so, Zhang Qiao and Lin Tianyue didn’t want to stay any longer.

Coincidentally, as they left, the couple next door also came out.

The four crossed paths, and Zhang Qiao was surprised—it turned out they were acquaintances.

The man was Deputy Director Wang Mingqing, who had just been suspended for reflection. Zhang Qiao didn’t know the woman. Seeing people, the woman lowered her head and quickly slipped downstairs.

Zhang Qiao was still watching the scene when her hand was suddenly caught by a rough, large hand.

Lin Tianyue held her hand and strode past Wang Mingqing.

Wang Mingqing opened his mouth to greet him, but Lin Tianyue teased lightly: “So fast, Director Wang? Had I known it was you, I wouldn’t have interrupted.”

Men hate being called fast. Wang Mingqing’s face changed multiple times; he nearly burst from anger.

Once on the first floor, Zhang Qiao slanted a glance at Lin Tianyue: “I didn’t expect… you can be quite mischievous?”

Those punches earlier probably scared him into impotence.

Lin Tianyue glanced at her: “Consider yourself lucky. If you married a man like him, you’d be frustrated for life.”

“What kind of man?”

“A fast one?”

Zhang Qiao didn’t expect the ironclad straight man to have a playful side. She glared at him: “You’re something else!”

“Am I?”

He was joking, but that chaotic night kept flashing vividly in Lin Tianyue’s mind.

She had drunkenly barged into his room, initially just hugging him. Then suddenly, kissing him while pulling off his clothes, declaring her love, her desire, giving herself completely to him.

That passionate, fiery night completely contradicted the cold, reserved Zhang Qiao after marriage.

Lin Tianyue had nearly forgotten it, rarely recalling it. But recently, whenever he saw Zhang Qiao, those memories surged unbidden.

Zhang Qiao withdrew her hand, finishing the checkout.

The hospital wasn’t far, and she and Lin Tianyue planned to walk there.

Side by side, their arms occasionally brushed; his fingertips sometimes grazed hers.

Zhang Qiao deliberately distanced herself, but Lin Tianyue would subtly draw close again.

When she moved farther, he finally realized—she was doing it on purpose.

He stopped, looking at her very seriously.

Zhang Qiao looked back: “What’s wrong?”

“Zhang Qiao, we need to talk.”

“Okay, you go ahead.”

While she was relaxed, Lin Tianyue looked like a serious official.

“Zhang Qiao, you saw it. People like Wang Mingqing are filthy, unreliable scoundrels.”

Zhang Qiao, confused: “So?”

Lin Tianyue cleared his throat: “I said before, we’ll open a feed factory. Later, feed from ten miles around will be collected and processed by us. I’ve already secured the sales channels—no problem. That way, we’ll have stable income.”

Zhang Qiao nodded: “Good idea.”

“You agree?” he asked, surprised.

Zhang Qiao: “…”

“With the feed factory running, I won’t say how much, but over ten thousand a year is definitely doable. With money, the three kids and our future kids—school, life, everything—won’t be a worry. Any surplus, you take. You want to manage the household, right? How to spend it, what to buy—it’s up to you.”

Zhang Qiao exaggeratedly opened her mouth in an O: “Wow, Boss Lin, so generous!”

“Don’t mock me. I’m serious. Zhang Qiao, have you thought it over? I promised to be responsible for you and the kids, and I will. Do you… still trust me?”

After saying this, his palms were sweating.