MGASC -Chapter 94 Fighting for Affection—Who Will Qiaoqiao Sleep With?

Lin Jin turned to look at his dad. Lin Tianyue’s heart jumped; he lay back with both hands tucked under his head. “Don’t look at me. I didn’t say anything!”

“Hiss—”

He tugged at the wound on his back again, sucking in a sharp breath from the pain.

Lin Jin blinked. “Right, Aunt Qiao, you must’ve heard wrong!”

Zhang Qiao grumbled inwardly. How could she have heard wrong?

She’d clearly heard that big oaf lecturing about younger brothers again. Hmph—say it but won’t own it. A feudal old man with a son-preference!

Lin Jin burrowed closer into her arms. “Aunt Qiao, you smell so nice.”

“You smell nice too, A-Jin.”

“Really?” the little guy pushed his luck. “Aunt Qiao, can I sleep hugging you every day from now on?”

Behind them, Lin Tianyue suddenly coughed.

Lin Jin turned around. “Dad, sore throat?”

“My whole body hurts!”

“Oh.”

Lin Jin turned back and kept chatting while hugging Zhang Qiao. “Aunt Qiao, does your whole body hurt? Where does it hurt? I’ll rub it for you.”

Lin Tianyue: Good grief—what a great son I’ve raised.

He was in agony, and the kid ran off to butter someone else up.

“Lin Jin, come here and rub me first!”

Lin Jin kneaded Zhang Qiao’s shoulder with his little hand. “Aiya, Dad, rub it yourself. Or have Big Brother or Second Brother help you.”

“Damn it, I raised a white-eyed wolf!”

“What are you saying?” Lin Jin shot back. “Isn’t Aunt Qiao your wife? I’m taking care of your wife and you call me a white-eyed wolf. If anyone is, it’s you—why aren’t you rubbing Aunt Qiao’s shoulders?”

Zhang Qiao lay there, laughing uncontrollably.

Lin Jin was way too cute—an absolute fountain of joy.

Fuming, Lin Tianyue’s back spasmed with pain. He reached out and smacked the kid’s little butt. “You brat—if you don’t make me mad, you feel uncomfortable, huh?”

Lin Jin wailed, “Aunt Qiao, look—he’s hitting me! Boohoo… he’s such a bad man!”

He hugged Zhang Qiao’s neck tighter, little legs kicking toward Lin Tianyue. “Bad man! Go sleep with my brothers. I’m sleeping with Aunt Qiao!”

Zhang Qiao laughed till she shook. “Alright, alright—Auntie will sleep with A-Jin from now on!”

“Yay!” Lin Jin beamed like he’d won the affection war, pulling faces at Lin Tianyue and sticking out his tongue.

Lin Tianyue: On what grounds?! She’s my wife!

After chatting for a while, Lin Jin noticed the hair dryer on the bedside table.

“Huh? What’s this round tube?”

He picked it up and pressed the button.

The dryer roared to life, blasting air straight at his chubby little face—on the highest setting. His cheeks distorted in the gale. He yelped and tossed the wind-blowing monster aside.

“So scary! What is that thing?!”

At last, Lin Tianyue got to enjoy his son eating crow. Satisfied, he sat up and turned the dryer off. “Dummy—don’t know, do you? It’s a hair dryer. For drying hair. Wet hair turns dry with one blow. I walked several streets to buy it. Cost dozens of yuan—don’t you dare break it!”

Zhang Qiao’s eyes lit up. She abandoned Lin Jin and snatched the dryer from Lin Tianyue’s hands.

“You actually got one! No wonder I heard something buzzing last night—it was this! Tsk, it’s even pink. Lin Tianyue, are you into pink? Why are you so flamboyant?”

She couldn’t put it down. Finally—no more sleeping with wet hair.

Turns out the big oaf could be thoughtful.

She hadn’t even put it on the shopping list, yet he remembered. Massive points gained.

Seeing her all smiles, Lin Tianyue glanced at his suddenly neglected son and felt he’d scored a round back. “What flamboyant or not—pink was the only color. You using it or not? If not, forget it!”

“Of course I’m using it—why wouldn’t I!”

Delighted, Zhang Qiao flipped it on and blew air at Lin Jin a couple times.

The kid treated it like a monster. The moment it turned on, he bolted—bare feet and all—out to the other room, jumping between his two brothers.

Lin Ran rolled over. “The bootlicker’s back.”

“You’re the bootlicker!” Lin Jin snapped.

Then he described it to Lin Xun. “Bro, Dad bought a round tube that blows wind. It goes ‘vrrr’ when you turn it on—blew my face away. Super scary!”

Lin Xun rubbed his eyes. “Oh.”

In the inner room, once Lin Jin left, Zhang Qiao found herself sitting on the same bed as Lin Tianyue again—an awkward silence.

“I’m hungry. Let’s get up and eat,” she said.

She hopped off the bed and went to wash up.

Whoa!!!

That big oaf was only wearing briefs. When she flipped the quilt earlier, she’d seen things she shouldn’t have.

A conspicuously bulging… lump.

So embarrassing!

Zhang Qiao splashed cold water on her face. Who said only men were lecherous? Women could lose self-control too when they saw a handsome guy.

Like her—she almost forgot he was old-fashioned, son-preferring, and uncultured.

All she remembered was that.

Sadly, by the time she came out of the bathroom, Lin Tianyue had already pulled clothes from his bag and put them on.

She pushed the door open—he was buckling his belt, upper body still bare. Seeing her, he immediately grabbed a sailor shirt and slipped it on in one smooth move.

Tsk. She hadn’t had enough of a look.

Noticing she was still in her little floral pajamas, Lin Tianyue bent over his bag again, rummaged around, and tossed a few women’s clothes to her.

“These… are for me?” Zhang Qiao was stunned. He’d really leveled up on this trip.

Hair dryer, women’s clothes—did the big oaf finally get it?

“I just bought them randomly. Heard they’re the latest style.”

He kept digging and pulled out new clothes for the three kids too.

Good thing—otherwise, after the house fire, the whole family would’ve been running around naked. Just imagining it hurt the eyes…

Zhang Qiao flipped through the “fashionable” clothes he mentioned.

Yikes—those gaudy big florals…

Uh—those eye-searing color combos…

A green shirt paired with pink pants. His taste was… astonishing.

Seeing her go quiet, Lin Tianyue looked up at her expectantly. “So? You like them?”

Zhang Qiao: “……”

A sixty-year-old grandma would probably love these. She could save them for square dancing someday.

Still, you couldn’t crush a straight man’s desire to improve—or there’d be no next time.

“The quality is actually pretty good…” she forced a compliment, found an angle, praised with her eyes closed.

“Of course! I picked the best!”

Zhang Qiao: Many thanks.

Gaudy as they were, she had nothing else to wear. She reluctantly chose a pink dress and dashed to the bathroom to change.

“Wait—”

Lin Tianyue stopped her.

Zhang Qiao: Another “surprise”?

Head lowered, not looking at her, he handed over a paper-wrapped item. “This… what you wanted.”

With trembling hands, Zhang Qiao took it, bracing for the next shock.

She carefully unwrapped the paper, revealing the treasure inside.