Chapter 12 Is he the man Qiao Xingyue slept with?

What kind of messy relationships are you having?

Although Huang Guilan spoke very softly in Xie Zhongming's ear, it made Xie Zhongming clench his fist tightly as he held the iodine bottle.

The 15-watt light bulb in the main room swayed in the wind.

The shadow of the light cord flickered across his face, making his serious expression appear even more tense.

"Mom, what nonsense are you talking about? Apart from the time we were scammed in Chadian Village, I have always kept myself pure and have never had any improper thoughts about any female comrades."

Even the women that Commander Xie and Huang Guilan had been trying to get him to date, he never had any impure thoughts about them.

Suddenly, I felt a tightness in my chest!

How can someone be wrongly accused like this?

"You don't trust your son!"

"No wonder Mom suspects you."

Huang Guilan felt it wasn't appropriate to discuss these topics in front of An Anning.

So, I gave the wind-up frog on the table to An An and Ning Ning, and let them play with it for a while.

Then, he sat down on the long bench in front of the square table and said to Xie Zhongming:

"Mom really loves An'an and Ningning so much, and both of them happen to have a hereditary disease in our family, so it's hard for Mom not to be suspicious."

If it were true that the fourth brother was having affairs and had a child with Xiao Qiao, Huang Guilan would not only not blame him, but would be secretly pleased!

Because she really loved Comrade Xiao Qiao and the three of them, An An and Ning Ning.

At this moment, Xie Jiang tapped a warning bell on Huang Guilan's head, "Don't make unfounded suspicions. This concerns Comrade Xiao Qiao's reputation. I've already said it's just a coincidence. Just treat these two kids like your own granddaughters and stop talking nonsense."

Just then, Qiao Xingyue brought the freshly cooked twice-cooked pork to the table. Xie Zhongming quickly got up and went to the kitchen to help bring back the remaining dishes, while Xie Jiang also went to help serve the rice.

Although she was a nanny in the Xie family, everyone in the family helped with the chores and never treated her like a servant.

Qiao Xingyue really liked this kind of family atmosphere.

I wonder what kind of woman is so lucky to marry into such a family and become the daughter-in-law of Commander Xie and Aunt Lan.

Although Qiao Xingyue had never met Comrade Xie's eldest and second eldest brothers and his wife, she guessed that his wife must be a very fortunate person.

As usual, Qiao Xingyue carried the food to her grandmother's room to feed her first.

Huang Guilan pulled her along, "You should let Zhongming go."

“No way, Comrade Xie has been busy all day, this is the job I should be doing.”

As they were talking, Xie Zhongming had already taken away the food she had prepared for her grandmother. The enamel basin contained soft minced meat and tofu, as well as twice-cooked pork with vegetables. It smelled delicious. "Comrade Qiao, you and the children sit down and eat with my parents first. I'll go feed Grandma."

"No, I'll go feed Grandma."

“No problem, Comrade Xiao Qiao, please sit down. This is Zhongming’s duty to show filial piety.”

The Xie family's upbringing and family traditions are exceptionally good!

Seeing Xie Zhongming carrying an enamel basin into Grandma's room, Qiao Xingyue sat down somewhat embarrassed, and Huang Guilan immediately put some twice-cooked pork into her bowl.

People in this era preferred fatty meat to lean meat. When buying meat with ration coupons, everyone would rush to get fatty meat, and if you arrived late, you wouldn't be able to buy any. This was because people in this era were used to hardship and generally lacked oil and fat in their diet.

The meat Huang Guilan placed in Qiao Xingyue's bowl was seven parts fat and three parts lean. She had been eating a lot of this kind of fatty meat lately, and she was afraid that she would become as obese as Fatty Girl was back to her original 200-pound weight. However, she couldn't refuse, so she slowly ate all the fatty meat.

Seeing that she and her child were too thin, Huang Guilan wanted to fatten her up. When she saw that there was no more meat in her bowl, she quickly put more on her plate.

"Comrade Xiao Qiao, I forgot to tell you today, your Uncle Xie also has asthma like Ningning, and even takes the same medication. This is a hereditary disease in the Xie family."

“You know, An and Ning are both allergic to peanuts, just like me and Zhongming. The other one has asthma, just like your Uncle Xie. Aren’t these two kids very destined to be with our Xie family? Since you’re so destined, don’t be too formal. Treat this place like your own home, eat more meat, and don’t think about saving food for our family.”

Qiao Xingyue wasn't trying to save food; it was just that the food was too good, with meat and oil at every meal, and she really couldn't eat that much.

Upon hearing this, it was discovered that Commander Xie also suffered from asthma.

Qiao Xingyue stopped eating.

What a coincidence!

An'an is allergic to peanuts, just like Aunt Lan and Commander Xie.

Ningning's asthma resembles that of Teacher Xie.

Commander Xie also married a woman from Chadian Village.

She held her chopsticks, lost in thought.

Could this Commander Xie be the man she rode back then?

She almost began to have doubts.

Just then, she turned her head and looked into her grandmother's room. Commander Xie was sitting in front of her grandmother's bedside. Even the way he fed her was as upright as a pine tree. He was so meticulous and patient. After feeding her a spoonful of rice, he didn't forget to gently wipe the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief.

"Grandma, eat slowly, chew it a little more."

Qiao Xingyue tried hard to recall.

That night was dark and windy.

She only remembered that when she first transmigrated, she was dizzy, hot and uncomfortable, her body felt like it was being roasted on lava, and all she could think about was doing that kind of thing with a man.

Suddenly, a solid wall of flesh appeared out of nowhere. Touching that wall, I vaguely rode onto it.

In the pitch-black thatched hut, she couldn't see anything.

She has forgotten many details as well.

All she remembered was that night, she felt like a small boat on fire, bobbing up and down in the scalding sea.

I can't remember what that unlucky platoon leader looked like. The veterinary drug used for breeding had serious side effects, and I was in a daze for several days afterward, unable to remember many things clearly.

No, that unfortunate man was just a platoon leader.

Comrade Xie was the regimental commander.

Moreover, that unfortunate platoon leader had already sacrificed his life for the country and had long since become a revolutionary martyr.

Moreover, that day in Grandma's room, Commander Xie himself said that his wife was serving in the Kuncheng Military Region, and Grandma also said that Commander Xie's wife was tall, thin, beautiful, and very capable.

It seems she was overthinking it.

She picked at her rice again and said, "Aunt Lan, it seems my child is really destined to be with the Xie family. If you don't mind, I'll have An'an and Ningning treat you and Uncle Xie like their own grandparents."

"How could I dislike it? Aunt Lan is overjoyed. I love well-behaved and adorable little girls like An An and Ning Ning."

"..."

"Comrade Xiao Qiao, how about Aunt Lan calls you Xingyue from now on?"

"Sure, as long as Aunt Lan doesn't mind," Qiao Xingyue replied readily, feeling extremely honored.

...

night.

The courtyard was enveloped in tranquility at night.

Occasionally, you can hear the barking of cats and dogs, and the frogs in the corner croak from time to time.

After giving her grandmother a bedtime massage, Qiao Xingyue covered her with a blanket, turned on the light, and walked out of her grandmother's room.

Inside the main room.

Huang Guilan sat on a small bamboo stool and continued sewing the shoe soles she hadn't finished that morning.

The size of the soles makes them look like they're for little kids.

She was talking to Xie Zhongming while threading the needle.

"Fourth brother, Xingyue has been busy from morning till night without a break. Starting tonight, you will be in charge of changing Grandma's bedpan in the middle of the night. Don't make Xingyue get up several times in the middle of the night."

Xie Zhongming answered readily, "Okay."

“Aunt Lan, this won’t do.” Qiao Xingyue stepped forward. “Comrade Xie is busy with military affairs during the day and must get a good rest at night. Besides, these are my duties.”

“Just listen to Aunt Lan. You’ve done so much work since you came to our house. Taking care of the old lady in the middle of the night is beyond your job scope. Listen to me, don’t get up in the middle of the night tonight. Let Zhongming do it. It’s his responsibility as her grandson to take care of her.”

"Comrade Xie, please don't get up at night, I'll take care of it."

"Don't worry about this, just listen to my mom."

Although Xie Zhongming spoke with absolute certainty, Qiao Xingyue still got up in the middle of the night.

Afraid of disturbing Comrade Xie next door and Aunt Lan and Uncle Xie downstairs, she tiptoed into her grandmother's room.

She gently pushed open the wooden door, which was painted red.

A sliver of light shone through the crack in the door.

The 15-watt light bulb wasn't very bright, but it framed Xie Zhongming's tall figure in the bright area.

"Grandma, I'll turn off the light for you, you can go back to sleep."

"good."

In the middle of the night in March, the chill had not yet dissipated.

Xie Zhongming was only wearing a military green vest and camouflage shorts.

The warm yellow light cast a soft glow, outlining the firm muscle lines on his arms.

The tall, thin man stood in the light, covered his grandmother with a blanket, and tugged on the light cord.

As he pulled the light cord, the muscles on his forearm became even more defined and firm.

His entire figure exudes a restrained yet solid sense of power.

The light bulb dimmed in the next instant.

Suddenly, it became pitch black.

Before Qiao Xingyue could react, a wall of flesh had already slammed into her. "Hiss..."

Her slender body suddenly fell backward.

Upon recognizing her voice, Xie Zhongming instinctively reached out and hooked her arm.

Xie Zhongming only realized that he was holding her slender waist after he made sure she hadn't been knocked down.

Neither of them had time to react.

Qiao Xingyue covered her forehead, which had been hurt from his bump.

Ouch...that really hurts!

Did I just bump into his teeth?

How come this guy's teeth are as hard as iron?

And his hard chest bumped against her, making her chest hurt.

At this moment, Xie Zhongming was almost dumbfounded.

What did he just bump into?

It's soft and fluffy, like tofu...

His mind went blank for half a second.

His palm, which had been firmly hooked around Qiao Xingyue's waist, quickly let go and stepped back.

If the lights were on, Qiao Xingyue would definitely be able to see that his ears had turned hot and red again.

"Comrade Qiao, are you alright?"

"It's nothing." She shook her head, enduring the pain.

Now that his eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the main room, Xie Zhongming lowered his gaze to the ground, his voice as steady as ever, though there was a barely perceptible tension hidden in the last syllable: "I'm sorry, I didn't see clearly, I didn't know you had come downstairs too."

Qiao Xingyue was also a little uncomfortable with that intimate bump just now. "It's nothing."

"Comrade Qiao, don't get up in the middle of the night. Grandma should be able to sleep until dawn."

His fingertips still retained the sensation of when they had just touched her waist.

The heat on the tips of my ears hadn't dissipated.

In a split second, he had already let go of her.

Xie Zhongming's mind was filled with the soft touch from just now. He deliberately made his breathing more steady, but his back tensed up. "Comrade Qiao, I'm going upstairs to sleep first."

"Comrade Xie, wait a moment."

Xie Zhongming deliberately adjusted his breathing.

In the dim moonlight, his eyes remained still, but his body was tense. "Comrade Qiao, is there anything else?"

Qiao Xingyue said decisively, "I'm very grateful for what happened to Granny Zhou next door today."

If it weren't for Comrade Xie, who knows how much the rumors Grandma Zhou spread in the compound would have gone.

Xie Zhongming said calmly, "I am speaking on your behalf and the children's behalf, standing on the side of justice."

"Thank you very much."

"No need to thank me, it's just a matter of lending a hand."

Even after Xie Zhongming went upstairs and lay back in bed, the warmth on the tips of his ears lingered for a long time.

In the middle of the night in March, the chill of spring had not yet subsided.

After Xie Zhongming lay down, he tossed the blanket aside, showing no intention of pulling it over to cover himself.

The impact of bumping into Comrade Qiao just now felt like a raging fire, burning him with anxiety.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on my back.

Sleepiness is gone, leaving only the lingering warmth of the room.

My chest felt tight and suffocated.

Xie Zhongming knew perfectly well what was wrong with him.

He is twenty-seven years old this year.

He is in good health in all aspects.

It's perfectly normal for them to have needs in that area, especially since they're at the prime of their youth and full of passion.

He usually restrains himself.

But that soft feeling keeps popping into my mind.

It's deadly!

He began to memorize the quotes of great men, from silently reciting them in his mind to reading them aloud.

I just couldn't fall asleep.

I got up and did push-ups on the cement floor.

On the slightly cool ground, the man's back was taut like a fully drawn bow, without collapsing at all.

As he performed a standard push-up, the muscles in his shoulders and back taut and powerful under his military green vest.

Every time he lowered his shoulder, it carried a steady strength.

I did two hundred push-ups and didn't feel tired at all.

Finally, switch to one-handed push-ups.

He had only two fingers left, which he used to support himself on the cold cement floor.

The other hand is behind the firm back.

Ups and downs.

One after another.

He did two hundred one-handed push-ups, rested for a while, and then did several sets in a row.

Sweat dripped from the muscles of his arms and his prominent Adam's apple onto the cement floor.

I finally felt tired half an hour later.

He rested for a while, took a shower, and lay back down on the bed, finally feeling a little sleepy.

He covered himself with the blanket.

I hope I won't dream about that absurd and embarrassing dream from the past two days again tonight.

Although Xie Zhongming only slept for two hours in the middle of the night.

I still get up at 5:30 in the morning to prepare for my morning exercise.

The wind picked up outside.

The flowers, grass, and vegetables in the yard, glistening with morning dew, swayed in the wind.

The clothes drying on the bamboo poles swayed violently in the wind.

Xie Zhongming had just finished tying the bag on his liberation shoes and was about to get up to do some warm-up exercises when he caught a glimpse of a piece of cloth hanging on a clothesline fluttering lightly onto the muddy ground.

It was a pair of white cotton underwear.

Comrade Qiao hung it up to dry last night.

It landed right in front of him.

My ear tips suddenly felt hot.

He raised his hand halfway up the air, then abruptly pulled it back, his fingertips still frozen in place.

"It would be so inappropriate to pick it up..."

He got up, ran out of his small courtyard, the heat on the tips of his ears lingering for a long time, and even his morning run pace was a few minutes faster than usual.

After running for half an hour, when I returned to the main room, I heard noises coming from the kitchen.

Xie Zhongming walked over, and Qiao Xingyue, wearing a dark floral apron, was kneading the risen dough.

He lowered his eyes, avoiding direct gaze at her slender back, his voice seemingly calm, yet his back was taut, "Comrade Qiao..."