I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 141 Don’t Be Mad at Me Anymore

Qiao Tianbao, although very fond of Qiao Qingyu, deep down believed that a married woman’s duty was to wash clothes, cook, and serve her husband. His own wife was just like that.

But at this moment, Lu Ye felt that Qiao Qingyu shouldn’t be like this, yet he couldn’t voice his thoughts, only bowing his head to eat slowly.

He Xiuyu had shared a few drinks with Accountant Zhang and Qiao Tianbao, and now the moon hung over the willow tips. He escorted the two men to the base guesthouse, while Lu Ye left in his big truck.

Afterward, He Xiuyu walked briskly towards home.

The dizzy yellow of the streetlights diffused into the night, quickening his steps. When he shut the courtyard gate, he could hear Qiao Qingyu and He Xuerong talking.

He slowed down, a faint smile on his lips.

Perhaps hearing He Xiuyu’s footsteps in the courtyard, the light in Qiao Qingyu’s room snapped off suddenly; in an instant, save for the light in his study, everything else plunged into darkness.

He Xiuyu stood on the courtyard’s pebble path; he didn’t immediately enter the house but sat on his own doorstep, inspecting the courtyard in the cold moonlight.

Since it was night, he couldn’t see the shapes of the flowers and vegetable seedlings, nor their colors. But He Xiuyu knew they were all vibrantly green and thriving.

He could imagine what the courtyard would look like in July, including the backyard, and the sea buckthorn that Qiao Qingyu had planted along the bottom of the courtyard wall...

By then, his home would surely be the most beautiful spot in the residential compound.

He exhaled a breath, involuntarily gripping his right hand tighter.

At this moment, He Xiuyu felt somewhat apprehensive. In reality, he had immense confidence in the coordination between his hand and brain, for it had always been so from his youth. His father’s old friend had repeatedly urged him to join the military, but his ambitions lay elsewhere; he still opted for his passion in scientific research.

Because he knew, whether it’s military, agriculture, or any civilian domain, they couldn’t evolve without technology.

Only with the advancement of technology would the nation progress and grow stronger.

Take the wars of the future, for example; they might even end without seeing the enemy’s face. What matters is high technology. Thus, he felt that his work was meaningful, and he was supremely confident in himself, in work, life, and marriage alike.

But right now, his hand was trembling slightly. If, as Qiao Qingyu had said, he had made a slip, what would have happened now?

He Xiuyu couldn’t bear to imagine, nor did he wish to contemplate that possibility.

He felt influenced by Qiao Qingyu’s theory, which, although logical, did not apply to him.

He was the exception who would make no mistakes.

His confidence in himself was absolute.

But Qiao Qingyu didn’t know what kind of person he was.

So it went that there was still a lack of understanding and trust between them. He Xiuyu sighed inwardly; the task was daunting, and winning over this young woman was not going to be easy.

But he now had a goal.

And following his principles in life, he admired the calm Qiao Qingyu. He knew she had secrets, big secrets, likely ones that extended beyond the scientific theories he was familiar with, perhaps even involving another level of the world and space.

But he wasn’t in a hurry. They say that at the end of science lies theology. His thinking was broad enough, his mind open enough.

Whatever it was, he would accept it calmly.

Even if she never spoke of it in her lifetime, he wouldn’t ask.

Perhaps He Xiuyu was too engrossed in thought, or it might have been due to Qiao Qingyu’s light, barefoot approach.

Just as He Xiuyu slowly stood up, stretched his back, and then opened the door, his eyes suddenly widened.

Qiao Qingyu was wearing a white cotton dress. His house door opened outward, and there she stood on the threshold edge, delivering such an impact that even a man like He Xiuyu was startled in an instant.

But after all, he was a man, particularly He Xiuyu, someone who dared to point a gun at his own wife.

Thus, he quickly collected himself, looking helplessly at Qiao Qingyu, his voice unintentionally tender, "What are you doing now?"

"Are you scared? Are you scared of me suddenly appearing in front of you?" Qiao Qingyu asked with a somewhat childish provocation.

Backlit by the outside moonlight, he couldn’t clearly see his expression, but his voice was exceptionally gentle, "Scared, you gave me a fright."

Qiao Qingyu pouted.

Yet, in his heart, He Xiuyu said: Not scared, you look so beautiful, wearing such a pretty dress, like a little fairy, how could I be frightened?

Nevertheless, he knew what Qiao Qingyu wanted to hear, so he clutched his chest, playing along, "My heart is pounding here..."

Qiao Qingyu let out a cold laugh and turned to leave.

She moved swiftly, her white dress forming a flower-like shadow in the room, her bare, jade-white feet dazzling, leaving He Xiuyu feeling parched.

But before He Xiuyu could do anything, Qiao Qingyu had already entered her room and closed the door behind her.

He Xiuyu stepped into the house, pausing for a few seconds. He knew Qiao Qingyu wasn’t asleep. He walked to her door, took a deep breath, and said softly, "Qingyu, you’re still upset." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

After a brief silence inside the room, Qiao Qingyu said, "Don’t call me Qingyu, we’re not that familiar with each other yet."

"Comrade Qiao Qingyu, I brought a box of sedatives from the base hospital. Would it be okay for you to take some and then rest?"

"I don’t have any problems, why should I take any medication?"

"These were personally compounded by Doctor Zheng from the base hospital; they’re very effective and help with sleep and calming the nerves," He Xiuyu explained leisurely.

Qiao Qingyu remained naturally silent.

"Don’t be angry with me," He Xiuyu’s tone was soft and carried an indistinct meaning, such a low and pleasing voice could melt even the most stony-hearted listener, yet Qiao Qingyu was unmoved.

Humans are indeed strange creatures; even the quickest reactors can have very long reflex arcs in certain aspects.

The day was heart-stopping, and though the evening’s excitement seemed to dilute it, in the quiet of the night, a chill still rose from the depths of Qiao Qingyu’s heart.

She had a space but dared not claim she could escape into it with absolute certainty.

What made He Xiuyu so sure?

He was gambling with her life, and this infuriated her.

Yet, frustratingly, the facts proved that He Xiuyu was right to do so.

Because he had the capability.

Director Lin had called her in the afternoon to specifically explain the matter.

He informed her about He Xiuyu’s transcendent marksmanship.