69novels Chapter 169 Lack of manners mistaken for genuine character
Chapter 169 Lack of manners mistaken for genuine character
On the other side, inside the bumpy train carriage.
Yang Dong gripped the steering wheel, occasionally stealing a glance at his boss through the rearview mirror.
Qin Rushan was leaning back in his chair, resting with his eyes closed, but a faint smile played on his lips, indicating that he was in a very good mood.
"Brother Qin, what's got you all cheerful?" Yang Dong couldn't help but ask cheekily, "This shipment hasn't even been sold yet, and you're already so confident?"
"This shipment is guaranteed to make a profit."
Qin Rushan didn't even lift his eyelids, his voice lazy, "Go back and tell Monkey and the others that after this trip, they need to keep a close eye on the Li Family Village supply line. Li Xiaotao is a troublemaker; she'll be smuggling plenty of good stuff out in the future."
"Alright! I can tell too, that woman's got something special." It would be even better if he could get his hands on her!
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The backyard of the machinery factory.
The sun climbed through the window, casting dappled light and shadow on the red brick walls.
Li Xianglian was awakened by a tingling and numb sensation in her lower back.
She turned over, feeling as if every bone in her body was filled with lead, especially her groin, which ached with the slightest movement.
"That savage bull..."
Li Xianglian buried her face in the new pillowcase and couldn't help but curse.
Qin Rushan's strength was truly deadly.
Last night, by the end, her voice was hoarse, and begging for mercy was useless. The man's eyes were red, as if he wanted to put all his energy into her.
Each time he was more ruthless than the last, as if he wanted to crush her to pieces.
They might say "be gentle, be gentle," but when they get really into it, they're like a wild horse that's out of control, impossible to rein in.
She lingered in bed for a while before propping herself up to sit up.
The room was quiet.
The polyester shirt with the buttons torn off had been taken away, and in its place was a neatly folded set of clean clothes placed next to the pillow.
Li Xianglian reached out and touched the cotton skirt, finding a note underneath.
The handwriting was messy, like a dog's crawl, and it looked like it was crawling on the ground: "The food's in the pot, the money's in the drawer. Stay home and wait for me to come back."
Looking at the note, Li Xianglian couldn't help but smile, and the slight pain in her heart instantly turned into sweetness.
This man may be a bit rough around the edges, but he's incredibly thoughtful!
In her twenty-odd years of life, she had never seen a daughter-in-law receive the same treatment as her.
She sleeps until the sun is high in the sky, and the man does all the housework, practically feeding her.
I got dressed and got out of bed. My feet were still a little soft in the cloth shoes on the floor.
The square table in the main room was spotless; the leftovers from last night were long gone.
She went to the kitchen and lifted the pot lid.
A wave of heat hit me.
A large bowl sits in the warm water of a big iron pot, with two plump white steamed buns inside, and two peeled boiled eggs beside it, round and pleasing to the eye.
Looking to the side, the pile of greasy plates and bowls from last night has now been washed clean and is neatly stacked in the cupboard.
This man said he was leaving early, but he finished all his work before leaving.
Li Xianglian felt a warm glow in her heart. She picked up her bowl, sat on the stone bench under the pomegranate tree, and took small bites of the egg.
The egg white is smooth and tender, while the yolk is dry and hard to swallow, but these days, this is considered the finest delicacy.
As they were eating, a series of knocks came from outside the courtyard gate.
"Is the eldest sister of the Qin family home?"
It was Aunt Hua's voice.
Li Xianglian swallowed the last bite of her steamed bun, put the bowl and chopsticks in the sink, wiped her mouth, and said, "I'm here. The door isn't locked. Auntie, come in."
With a creak, the large red-painted iron gate was pushed open a crack.
Aunt Hua's plump face peeked in first, her beady green eyes scanning the yard. She didn't see the intimidating old-fashioned bicycle or the menacing black-faced figure, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey, little sister, eating?"
Aunt Hua pushed open the door, pulling a reluctant girl along with her, and squeezed in with a big smile on her face.
"Comrade Qin... isn't home?"
Aunt Hua asked the question knowingly, her eyes still glancing towards the main room, as if afraid that Qin Rushan would suddenly jump out from some corner.
That killing god, just by standing there, his murderous aura could freeze people to death; she wouldn't dare to show off in front of him.
"Yes, he's gone out on a trip and won't be back for two days."
Li Xianglian welcomed her to sit under the pomegranate tree. "Auntie, you're here so early. Is something the matter?"
"Isn't this what we were talking about yesterday!"
Aunt Hua plopped down on the stone bench, not acting like an outsider at all.
"Hey girl, did you talk to Captain Wei about it yesterday? What exactly did he mean? Does he have any intention of settling down?"
Li Xianglian suddenly realized what was happening.
Last night, she had intended to take advantage of Qin Rushan's presence to clarify the matter that Aunt Hua had entrusted to her.
But once that man went crazy, he was like an insatiable beast, wanting to meld her into his very bones.
He had tormented her all night and she was so exhausted that she could barely speak. Apart from pleading for mercy intermittently, she had no strength left to ask any questions.
When you're so exhausted that you can't even lift your eyelids, that thing is naturally forgotten.
Li Xianglian's gaze fell on the girl next to Aunt Hua.
This is Wang Chunyan, the "flower of the machinery factory" that Aunt Hua mentioned.
He was in his early twenties, and his height was similar to Aunt Hua's—not very tall, but rather stocky.
Her face was covered in a thick layer of powder, her lips were painted bright red, and her eyebrows were drawn like two black caterpillars.
She was wearing a trendy floral dress made of polyester, black leather shoes, and white socks.
This outfit is considered very fashionable in this county town.
But there was an indescribable arrogance and disdain in his eyes.
Wang Chunyan entered the courtyard, but neither greeted anyone nor sat down.
She stood beside the pomegranate tree, her eyes scrutinizing the furnishings in the courtyard, before finally fixing her gaze on Li Xianglian and pursing her lips.
"Mom, I told you I didn't want to come, why did you insist on dragging me here?"
Wang Chunyan's voice was high-pitched and her face was full of arrogance. "What kind of connections could a small business owner like this have? Captain Wei is a high-ranking official who lives on the government payroll. The fact that he can hang out with this kind of transport guy means they're probably just fair-weather friends."
The air in the courtyard went silent for a moment after he said that.
The smile on Li Xianglian's face faded slightly.
What's wrong with being a self-employed individual? What's wrong with running a transportation business?
This large courtyard was bought outright, and life here is thriving.
On the contrary, those "permanent employees" with secure jobs, earning a fixed salary of thirty or forty yuan a month, still have to rely on blind dates to climb the social ladder.
Upon hearing this, Aunt Hua slapped her fat thigh in exasperation: "You brat! What nonsense are you spouting! Comrade Qin is a capable man! He and Captain Wei have a life-or-death bond!"
She turned her head and gave Li Xianglian a sheepish laugh, her skin as thick as a city wall corner: "Little sister, don't take it to heart. I've spoiled this child; she's straightforward and doesn't mean any harm. She works in an office at the factory, surrounded by educated people, and doesn't really understand the ways of the world."
Li Xianglian didn't respond, but merely glanced at Wang Chunyan indifferently.
Being outspoken? That's just being naive.
They mistook their lack of manners for genuine personality.