MGASC -Chapter 64 She Acts Cute, He’s Smiling

Lin Xun hesitated for a moment. He suspected this was a deadly question.

He carefully observed Zhang Qiao’s expression. “Uh… a boy—no, a girl. Let’s say a girl! There are already enough men in our family.”

Zhang Qiao beamed with delight. “Mm, very teachable.”

Looks like changing old ways of thinking really has to start with kids.

See? These three little ones are way better than their dad already.

But wait—where is their dad?

Didn’t he say he was just taking someone to have a look at the vegetable garden? How come he’s been gone the entire afternoon without a trace?

Director Zhou finally came by once—Zhang Qiao had wanted to invite him for a meal.

That was her long-term benefactor—someone she needed to keep on good terms with.

…

What Zhang Qiao didn’t know was that Zhou Junlin had been forcibly kept by Lin Tianyue for the whole afternoon, and in the evening was even dragged out by him to eat dinner together.

They went to the most famous state-run restaurant in Xiangshui County. Lin Tianyue paid properly and generously, ordering the highest-tier local set meal. It cost quite a bit, but he didn’t feel the slightest bit of pain.

He knew Zhou Junlin was a man of insight and ability.

By the time Lin Tianyue got home, it was already very late.

He saw that the light was still on in Zhang Qiao’s room and pushed the door open as he walked in.

Who knew—Zhang Qiao was bathing inside.

A sudden scream rang out, nearly shattering Lin Tianyue’s eardrums.

He quickly turned around and, at the same time, pulled the door shut for her.

“Don’t shout, don’t shout… I didn’t see anything.”

A shoe flew at the door panel with a bang, making his back jolt.

“Lin Tianyue, you’re so annoying! How many times have I told you—knock before entering! You rude brute, I think you did it on purpose! Hmph!”

Separated by a door was her embarrassed, angry scolding.

Clearly fierce and indignant—but to Lin Tianyue’s ears, it carried a hint of deliberate coquettishness.

He wasn’t angry at all. Instead, he leaned against the door, arms crossed, flashing his white teeth in a brilliant grin.

He said he hadn’t seen anything—but actually, he’d seen everything.

His wife’s belly seemed a little bigger than before. She was only growing in the belly, not gaining weight—everywhere else was still slim and shapely, fair and tender. Especially her chest… it seemed even fuller than before…

Damn it—what was he thinking?

And even if he thought about it, what good would it do? She was pregnant—he couldn’t touch her, couldn’t mess with her.

Wasn’t he just torturing himself by thinking like this?

And so, Lin Tianyue stopped smiling.

That was replaced by another kind of stifled frustration. His hand couldn’t help moving down as he irritably rubbed once.

He bent a finger and knocked on the door. “Call me when you’re done. I’ll help you pour out the water.”

“Get lost!”

Lin Tianyue grinned again, still not angry.

After Zhang Qiao finished bathing and opened the door wide, he went in, lifted the big basin of water, took it outside, then turned back to grab her changed clothes.

Zhang Qiao was already getting ready for bed. Her hair was half dry, half damp, draping over her shoulders. She wore a small floral short-sleeved top and shorts, sitting on the edge of the bed. A pair of slender, delicate long legs—fair with a rosy tint—ended in ankles as fine as a little deer’s, leading to dainty feet just as pale and tender, slim enough to wrap a hand around.

Taking advantage of bending down to pick up clothes, Lin Tianyue couldn’t help looking at her.

The more he looked, the more restless he felt.

He didn’t know what soap she’d used—the room was filled with the sweet scent of locust blossoms.

He sniffed again.

Zhang Qiao was combing her hair and noticed the man in front of her hadn’t left.

She paused. “What are you doing?”

Lin Tianyue was still holding her clothes. He set them aside and went to open the cabinet. “Looking for something to wear.”

Zhang Qiao glanced at him, lowered her eyes, and continued combing her hair.

Sigh—there wasn’t even a hair dryer for sale in the county town. Every time, she had to wait until her hair was completely dry before she could sleep.

“Lin Tianyue, do you know where to buy a hair dryer?”

“Who’s it for?”

She shot him a look. “My hair!”

Lin Tianyue scratched his head. What the heck was a hair dryer? He’d never even heard of it.

One look at him and Zhang Qiao knew—he had no idea what it was.

“It’s like a blowing tube. It can blow hot air or cold air, and it dries your hair. Sleeping with wet hair for a long time can easily give you headache.”

She explained while gesturing.

Lin Tianyue still couldn’t picture it, but he remembered one thing: you shouldn’t sleep with wet hair.

“Next time I go to the city, I’ll look for one for you.”

“Okay.”

Zhang Qiao smiled sweetly—soft and delicate, even more captivating.

Lin Tianyue showed no intention of leaving and kept rummaging through the cabinet.

Running her fingers through her black hair, Zhang Qiao asked, “Where did you take Director Zhou today?”

“Went around the factory.”

“You took him away and didn’t even send him back.”

“What do you mean ‘took him away’?” Someone clearly didn’t approve of that phrasing.

Zhang Qiao pouted slightly. Her two small legs swung rhythmically on the bed. After thinking for a moment, she still reminded him, “It’s a good thing for you to get closer to Director Zhou. He’s a formidable person—far-sighted and very perceptive. As they say, you become like the people you keep company with. Spend more time with him and you’ll find yourself improving quickly.”

Lin Tianyue knew very well that Zhou Junlin wasn’t simple. He was someone special. But hearing this come out of his wife’s mouth somehow felt a little off.

He rummaged through the cabinet even more messily. “You’ve only interacted with him a few times and you can already tell he’s impressive? Then tell me—what’s so impressive about him? His family background? His education? Or is it that he drives a Jeep?”

Or that his wife is dead?

Zhang Qiao hadn’t expected him to talk so much—and in such a sarcastic tone.

Had she offended him?

She set the comb down. “He’s good-looking, educated, polite, composed, and perceptive. I think he’s impressive in every way—a big figure worth associating with and admiring. Am I wrong? Lin Tianyue, don’t be so narrow-minded. A man’s breadth of mind and bearing determine how high he can go. Learn more from him—especially in your thinking. You need to broaden your horizons. Otherwise you—”

Bang.

Lin Tianyue slammed the cabinet door shut.

His dark eyes fixed on Zhang Qiao like a vicious wolf, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Her heart tightened. “Y-you… what are you doing? You’re not allowed to get angry at me, and you’re definitely not allowed to scare me. Ouch… my stomach hurts…”

She suddenly clutched her lower abdomen, putting on a pained look.

Didn’t he hate people using the child as leverage? Fine—she’d use his own tactic against him.

Lin Tianyue saw through her act at a glance, but he still walked over, scooped her up, and placed her steadily in the middle of the bed.

Zhang Qiao leaned back against the stacked quilts. Beside her were the man’s dark eyes and his handsome, rugged face.

His scorching palm suddenly covered her lower abdomen. Zhang Qiao tensed all over and tried to retreat, but he locked her waist with one arm and said in a deep voice, “Don’t move. Isn’t it hurting? I’ll rub it for you.”

“Rub what? Who needs you to rub it?”

“Don’t move! Move again and I’ll deal with you!”