MGASC -Chapter 74 So Fierce with Him, Then Turning Around to Tease Him Again

“Keep squeezing over and I’ll make you sleep on top of me.”

Zhang Qiao choked for a moment. Looks like this man had decided to be shameless all the way through.

That’s not right though—he definitely hadn’t been this thick-skinned before, had he?

How did he suddenly become so hard to deal with…

She couldn’t push him away anyway. After tossing and turning all day, she was exhausted too.

Fortunately, no matter how domineering Lin Tianyue was, he still had his limits. He knew he wouldn’t force himself on her. Reassured of that, Zhang Qiao finally relaxed and stopped struggling with him.

At least today she’d figured out what this rough guy was really thinking. Since he insisted he liked boys, and she couldn’t change his mind, then she’d just stick to their previous agreement—after the baby was born, she would leave.

In any case, she wouldn’t let herself or her child suffer.

Not even a little.

Soon, the steady, even sound of a man’s breathing rose beside her—he’d fallen asleep.

Zhang Qiao, on the other hand, was still wide awake, her mind full of thoughts.

By the moonlight, she turned onto her side and glanced at the man next to her.

Tch. What a big heart. He’d made her furious enough to die, and he could still fall asleep just like that!

The more she thought about it, the more indignant she felt. She reached out and viciously pinched his arm, his waist, his thigh—several times in a row—to vent her anger.

He must have felt the pain. He brushed her little hand away, mumbling indistinctly, “Don’t mess around…”

Then he rolled over with the motion. Who knew that since he was already lying right at the edge of the bed, that roll sent him thud—straight onto the floor. In the middle of the night, Zhang Qiao felt like even the ground shook a few times.

Startled, she hurriedly leaned over the edge of the bed to look down, afraid the man would wake up and come looking for trouble.

Maybe he was just too tired. Lin Tianyue groaned twice, clutching his backside, and then—unbelievably—fell asleep right there on the floor.

That works too?!

Zhang Qiao was in awe of his powerful ability to adapt.

This really wasn’t her fault. He rolled off by himself…

She didn’t kick him. She didn’t shove him. Totally not on her, okay.

What Zhang Qiao didn’t know was that Lin Tianyue was having a terrifying dream.

In the dream, a still-young woman forced him—when he was just a small child—to kneel on the ground. The rattan cane in her hand lashed down on his back again and again.

The pain tore through him. He could clearly feel his skin split open under the frenzied strikes, bleeding, finally sticking to his torn clothes as one.

In his ears rang the woman’s hysterical curses:

“I’ll teach you to be useless! I’ll teach you to fight with others! I really regret giving birth to you. You and your father are nothing but debt collectors—without you, I don’t know how much better my life would be!”

“How did I give birth to a debt-collecting demon like you!”

“Say it—did you do wrong or not?!”

“Speak! If you don’t admit your mistake, I’ll beat you to death today!”

From beginning to end, Lin Tianyue didn’t make a sound. He let the mad woman beat the rattan cane to pieces, beat until her wrist dislocated, beat until he was barely breathing.

Why should he admit he was wrong?

Everyone said his mother was immoral, seducing other men. He’d only fought with others to defend her…

The dream shifted. He was a bit older now. A crying old woman, failing to take advantage of him, accused him outright of molesting her in front of her husband. The man flew into a rage, wielding a cleaver, eyes bloodshot as he charged at him. Blood poured from Lin Tianyue’s thigh, staining his vision red…

Later, he dreamed of Zhang Qiao.

After marriage, she did nothing but ask him for money. One tantrum after another, threats of suicide, the house forever in chaos. He even came to dread the word “home”…

Lin Tianyue woke up amid Zhang Qiao’s shrill scolding.

The ground beneath him was hard, but a blanket covered his body.

The curtains were drawn open, sunlight pouring in, stabbing his eyes until he couldn’t open them.

Holy crap—why was he sleeping on the floor?

He scrambled upright and immediately felt a sharp pain in his waist. No—more than just his waist. His whole body hurt.

His arms, his waist, his thighs—bruised here and there, blue and purple patches everywhere. There was even a raised bloody scratch on his neck that burned when he touched it.

Even the tip of his tongue throbbed with a dull ache.

He knew where the pain in his neck and tongue came from—but who pinched his thigh and waist?

The door opened. Zhang Qiao, freshly washed and looking bright and refreshed, walked in and met his dark, heavy gaze head-on.

As if he were questioning her.

Zhang Qiao pouted and calmly set down her towel and toothbrush cup. “What are you staring at? It wasn’t me who kicked you out of bed.”

“If it wasn’t you, then who was it?”

“You yourself! You rolled off by yourself!”

Zhang Qiao thought bitterly—if only there were surveillance cameras in this era. She’d totally replay it for him.

Lin Tianyue: He rolled off the bed by himself?

Zhang Qiao stood in front of the mirror, combing her long, glossy hair. Even from far away, he could smell the fresh, clean scent coming off her.

Lin Tianyue sat there and sniffed hard a few times.

The Zhang Qiao in his dream—full of accusations and curses—had been utterly unbearable. But back in reality, though this woman could be troublesome too, she looked lively and fresh, extremely pleasing to the eye.

Clearly the same person, yet he couldn’t help but feel like they were two completely different flavors.

Anyway—very different.

After she finished fixing her hair, Zhang Qiao noticed in the mirror that she hadn’t even had time to change clothes last night. Her shirt was wrinkled from sleeping in it, and one button at the collar had popped off, who knew where.

Looking again at the man behind her, she realized he was staring straight at her, his dark eyes now tinged with resentment.

She opened the wardrobe and took out the clothes she planned to change into.

Seeing that he was still sitting on the floor, she turned around and shooed him away. “Go out. I’m changing.”

Lin Tianyue opened his mouth, wanting to snap back at her, but then he saw the clock beside her—it was already six. He sprang up, folded the blanket, tossed it onto the bed, and turned to leave.

The moment he went out, Zhang Qiao decisively bolted the door. Only then did she take off her clothes and pants.

Underneath was white underwear of average quality. She looked at herself in the mirror and clearly saw that her lower belly was already protruding slightly.

She touched it—it felt firm.

Thinking of Lin Tianyue’s attitude last night, a wave of disappointment rose in her.

But she quickly pulled herself together. No matter what, she had to establish herself first. If anything changed in the future, as long as she had money in hand, she’d be able to cope.

Oh right—her underwear size seemed to be getting small. Time to buy new ones. She just didn’t know whether they sold maternity underwear at this time…

Just as she was about to change, Zhang Qiao suddenly realized that although the door was bolted, the curtain was still partly open. Through the glass, she saw Lin Tianyue with his shirt off, bare-chested, fishing pickled cabbage out of a jar.

She yelped and lunged forward to pull the curtain shut.

Originally, Lin Tianyue hadn’t been looking this way. But when he caught a glimpse of movement by the window, he instinctively looked up.

He saw the curtain whip shut with a swish, a graceful figure flashing past.

Snow-white skin. Smooth, jade-like arms. And what was wrapped beneath…

It hadn’t felt hot just now, but suddenly Lin Tianyue broke out in a sweat, his heart growing even more restless.

She did that on purpose, didn’t she?

She had to have done it on purpose, right?

This little woman was getting more and more outrageous—slap first, then sweet talk.

She was so fierce with him last night, and now she was teasing him again today. Wasn’t this just her playing him in the palm of her hand?

Hmph. He wouldn’t be played by her!

And yet—by the time Zhang Qiao came out again, the pickled-cabbage fish was already simmering in the pot, breakfast noodles were done, and he’d even added an extra poached egg to her bowl.

When she sat down at the table to eat with the three kids, Lin Tianyue had already loaded the pot of fish into a bucket and driven off with Chen Gang.

After finally finishing his work, Lin Tianyue came back and sat down beside Zhang Qiao.

He caught that fresh, clean scent again and couldn’t help glancing sideways at her.

Wow.

His wife looked way too good today.