MGASC -Chapter 75 Clingy! She Looked Drop-Dead Gorgeous Today

She was wearing a white dress. The style itself was clearly nothing special, but paired with that waterfall of jet-black hair, on her it looked ethereal—almost fairy-like.

In small rural places, wearing white was usually considered unlucky.

This dress was something Zhang Qiao had coaxed him into buying back when they had just gotten married, insisting they go all the way to the city for it. At the time, Lin Tianyue hadn’t liked it at all—who buys a white dress, anyway?

But dissatisfaction aside, he hadn’t said anything.

The dress wasn’t cheap. After they brought it home, Zhang Qiao never wore it even once.
Of course, maybe she had and he just hadn’t noticed.

But today—today he noticed it clearly.

Wasn’t there a saying… “To look pretty, dress in mourning”?

Pah, pah!

His wife was this beautiful—how could she possibly be associated with something so inauspicious?

“Aunt Qiao, you’re really pretty today,” Lin Ran said sweetly. Thinking of the argument he’d vaguely overheard last night, he turned to Lin Tianyue and asked, “Dad, what do you think?”

Lin Tianyue pulled his gaze back, lowered his head, and kept eating his noodles. Only after taking a bite did he mumble, “Too plain…”

Zhang Qiao put down her bowl. “I don’t want you to think. I want me to think! And I think I look insanely beautiful today!”

Whether before transmigrating into the book or after, Zhang Qiao had always lived by one principle: a great mindset.

Who cared what others thought? She was determined to live every day happily and beautifully—make more money, bottle up less anger, protect her breasts, and avoid growing lumps.

(Women really should get angry less, or breast disease can follow.)

Sure, she had her gloomy moments sometimes—like yesterday—but she was even more proactive about reminding herself not to spiral into internal exhaustion. Men were everywhere; being gloriously single was even better for physical and mental health.

She went back to the bedroom to tidy up a bit when the sound of a car horn rang out at the gate.

Before Zhang Qiao could go outside, Lin Tianyue had already gone to greet them.

It was Zhou Junlin and his driver, dropping Zhou Xiaoxiao off for class.

From far away, the moment Zhou Xiaoxiao came into view, the three little ones who were still dawdling at the dining table immediately jumped up.

Lin Ran grabbed a rag and wiped his mouth.

Lin Xun quietly smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes.

And the simple-minded, sweet Lin Jin—hair sticking up messily—charged out at full speed.

“Sister Xiaoxiao, you’re here! Are we going to class together today? I’m so happy!”

Zhou Xiaoxiao was wearing a plaid dress and black leather shoes, giving off a strong British academy vibe. She really liked Lin Jin, and reached out to tidy his messy hair. “Yes, Lin Jin. You’re so cute.”

“Really? Aunt Qiao says that too! She says I’m the cutest silly sweetie in the family!”

Lin Ran followed behind them, thinking to himself that anything with the word silly in it definitely wasn’t a compliment. Only this idiot could be happy about it.

“Xiaoxiao’s here. Please come in,” Zhang Qiao said.

Zhou Xiaoxiao nodded, stepping past Lin Ran and looking toward Lin Xun, who stood at the very back.

Lin Xun didn’t say anything—he just gave her a reserved smile.

Pretty aloof.

After Zhou Xiaoxiao came in, Zhang Qiao greeted her. Thinking about how she still needed to go to the inspection team later, she arranged today’s study tasks, asked Zhou Xiaoxiao to help teach the three boys, and said she’d be back soon.

“Don’t worry, Aunt Qiao! Leave Xiaoxiao to me—I’ll definitely take good care of her!” Lin Ran thumped his chest confidently. His inner monologue, however: Awesome. Auntie won’t be here—no studying today. Freedom at last.

Zhang Qiao nodded. She was already packed, grabbed her bag, and headed out.

At the gate, Lin Tianyue was still chatting with Zhou Junlin, though he clearly had no intention of inviting him inside.

Just as Zhou Junlin was about to leave, Zhang Qiao emerged from inside, swaying gracefully.

“Director Zhou!” Her voice was sweet, her posture elegant, instantly lighting up the eyes of all three men present. “These are the materials I’ve translated recently. Please take a look.”

She handed him a thick stack of notebooks. At this point, all the materials had been translated—which also meant Zhou Junlin should be paying her.

The thought of getting paid instantly lifted her mood even more.

“All done already?” Zhou Junlin said in surprise. “Xiao Zhang, you’re incredibly fast. Don’t tire yourself out too much. How about this—I’ll have my assistant calculate everything when I get back and pay you right away.”

“Mmm, no rush.”

Zhang Qiao glanced at Zhou Junlin’s jeep. Whether he was heading to the county committee or the city, he had to pass through Xiangshui County—and her destination happened to be right along that route.

“Director Zhou, are you heading to work? I need to go into the county. Would it be convenient for me to get a ride with you? I just need to take care of something and will be back quickly. Don’t worry—it won’t affect Xiaoxiao’s class,” Zhang Qiao said with a charming smile.

Before Zhou Junlin could respond, Lin Tianyue tugged her arm. “Xiao Qiao, Director Zhou is so busy…”

“It’s convenient—of course it is. Xiao Zhang, get in,” Zhou Junlin said warmly, even opening the car door for her like a gentleman.

“Thank you.”

Zhang Qiao lifted her skirt slightly and got into the car with elegance.

The way she moved was so natural, as if she were already accustomed to this kind of life.

Sitting there beautifully, without the slightest hint of awkwardness—like she was born to live better than others.

Lin Tianyue watched silently, his gaze darkening.

At that moment, Zhou Junlin was still holding the door. “Xiao Lin, coming too?”

“…Okay.”

After a brief hesitation, Lin Tianyue gestured ahead. “Director Zhou, after you.”

Once Zhou Junlin took the front passenger seat, Lin Tianyue got in and sat beside Zhang Qiao.

She hadn’t expected him to come along.

The reason she’d chosen to hitch a ride today was precisely because she didn’t want to rely on him for everything.

Who would’ve thought he’d be this clingy…

As soon as Lin Tianyue sat down, the back seat felt completely full. Their thighs pressed tightly together, forcing Zhang Qiao to scoot a little to the side.

Zhou Junlin quietly observed their interaction and lowered his head with a silent smile.

On the road, most of the conversation was between Lin Tianyue and Zhou Junlin. Only when they addressed Zhang Qiao directly would she answer a sentence or two—well-behaved, never stealing the spotlight.

They talked business the whole way. Zhang Qiao listened carefully. Lin Tianyue’s thinking was clear, his reactions sharp, and his ideas plentiful. After all, he’d clawed his way up from running street stalls—his experience was all practical, not empty talk.

What was most admirable was his humility without servility.

Even interacting with someone as influential as Zhou Junlin, he never lost ground.

Sure enough—men were most attractive when they were working.

Seeing that Zhang Qiao had zoned out for too long, Zhou Junlin, not wanting to neglect her, asked with concern, “Xiao Zhang, translating so much work—must be exhausting, right?”

“No, not exhausting.”

“Your months are getting bigger. You really should rest more. Women don’t have it easy when giving birth. When my wife was pregnant with Xiaoxiao, she worked herself too hard and ended up with lingering health issues. Later on, she…”

A shadow passed through Zhou Junlin’s eyes. When he paused, Lin Tianyue’s heart tightened. Without realizing it, he reached out and firmly clasped Zhang Qiao’s hand resting at her side.