Chapter 24 "Ajin, don't listen."

The girl in front of him blinked.

Xie Qiao lowered his head slightly, just in time to meet the girl's eyes.

Her cheeks were slightly red, and the temperature was much higher than his cold fingertips. Because of her own grip, the girl's movements froze, but her lips were still pouting cutely.

She seemed confused as to why she was stopped, and tilted her head slightly: "Hmm?"

“You just…”

Xie Qiao wanted to ask her what she felt sorry about just now, but the reason seemed to be very obvious.

She wanted to kiss him.

Did the girl foresee his rejection and therefore feel sorry for it?

Xie Qiao felt a pain in his forehead.

As the Grand Tutor, he has been teaching the Crown Prince all these years, and occasionally gives lectures to disciples in the clan.

Those are just naughty kids, he can say something harsh and punish them.

But the girl in front of him was well-behaved. She just wanted to kiss her husband, and there didn't seem to be anything wrong with that.

But as the daughter of the Xie family, I shouldn’t think about such things every day.

The girl did nothing wrong, she was even a little pitiful.

But Xie Qiao could only hold back. With a cold face, he pushed the girl's face away and asked, "How did you read the house rules in the kitchen just now?"

The girl's face instantly fell, and her pouting red lips drooped.

She moved her head away from Xie Qiao's fingertips and sat back on her bed obediently.

She lowered her head slightly: "...I didn't see much."

In fact, I didn’t read a single word.

Xie Qiao had just rejected Song Jin. He didn't show it on his face, but he still felt a little guilty and reluctant in his heart.

But……

She didn't even read a word?

Xie Qiao's expression was slightly restrained, as if he was facing a student who had not completed his homework.

Song Jin could feel Xie Qiao's pressure even with his head half lowered.

She explained in a low voice: "Husband, I was too tired from making cakes these days, so I didn't watch it."

When Xie Qiao saw the girl lowering her head like a little quail, his expression relaxed slightly.

In fact, if he wanted money now, he could mobilize the Xie family branch at any time, or ask Fu Cang to get it from his private vault.

But he could clearly feel that the girl was happy setting up the stall to do business every day.

She is full of energy, unlike those noble ladies who have been following the rules since childhood.

Finally he said, "Let's continue watching tomorrow."

He knew that Song Jin was a little busy, but she had been in the kitchen for such a long time, but she didn't read a single word?

Is there something she doesn't understand but is too embarrassed to ask him?

He will go over to take a look tomorrow and with proper guidance, perhaps he can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

call……

Song Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and his original desire to kiss was instantly scared away.

She hummed twice and quickly got into her bed.

After a few breaths, the girl fell into a deep sleep.

Song Jin has an excellent sleep quality. He falls asleep quickly and soundly, which is completely different from him who sleeps little.

Song Jin fell asleep like a relaxed kitten, defenseless and with the utmost trust in him.

Xie Qiao hadn't had such a sound sleep for a long time, and he was even a little envious of Song Jin.

All he could remember were the two years he spent in the temple.

In addition to the green lamps, ancient Buddhas and countless Buddhist scriptures, there are also hidden arrows that may appear from nowhere and kill him with one blow.

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Song Jin's steamed bun stall became increasingly popular, with people even from suburban villages coming to order cakes and pastries.

Song Jin first made several large steamers of cakes, then hired an ox cart and personally delivered the cakes to the village on the outskirts of the city.

The hotter the business is, the more motivated Song Jin is!

There is nothing better than the sound of money being dropped into her pocket!

The ox cart drove fast and fast, and it was already very late when we returned home.

Song Jin hummed a little tune as he pushed open the door. Seeing Xie Qiao still sitting at the table, Song Jin frowned.

My husband seems to have never moved.

This is not good for your health.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Xie Qiao looked up.

I saw the girl with flushed cheeks walking towards me, looking tired and dusty, with dust on her face that came from nowhere.

Xie Qiao frowned slightly.

Where did she go? Like a dirty kitten.

"you……"

"Husband!" Song Jin put the heavy purse on the table with a bang.

With money, Song Jin feels more confident when speaking.

The dirty kitten said seriously: "Husband, I have some big orders tomorrow. I can't handle it alone, and I will be back a little late. You can come with me, it's guaranteed to make money!"

Seeing that Song Jin seemed to be obsessed with money, Xie Qiao was not angry, and even raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Such a lively girl...

Xie Qiao raised his hand, and wiped the dust off Song Jin's cheek with his cold and clean fingers.

The slightly cool fingers pressed against Song Jin's cheek.

Song Jin was stunned at first, then he smiled little by little, couldn't help laughing, and smiled with pursed lips.

Hehehe, her husband touched her face!

"Well, okay." Xie Qiao carefully wiped the dust off Song Jin's cheek: "I'll come to see you tomorrow."

Song Jin didn't expect Xie Qiao to agree so easily.

She was a little incredulous: "Really?"

"Really." Xie Qiao pushed the book that had only a few words left to copy forward: "These books have been copied and can be returned to the bookstore tomorrow."

"Really! My husband, you are so awesome!" Song Jin praised, but was thinking in her heart.

She is very good now!

The money I earn from making pastries is more than what my husband earns from copying books!

Song Jin fell asleep happily, and when she went to the shop the next day, all she saw were dolls that looked like New Year pictures. She kneaded the dough, looking towards the entrance of the alley from time to time.

Even the somewhat dull Sparrow could see the difference.

After Song Jin looked around for the umpteenth time, Que'er couldn't help but ask, "Sister Xiaojin, are you waiting for someone?"

"Yeah, my husband said he and I would go to deliver the goods today."

"Wow, is that true?" Que'er exclaimed softly, "Brother-in-law is so good to Sister Xiaojin!"

"It's okay." Song Jin pursed his lips.

Apart from being too old-fashioned and making her memorize those crappy family rules, her husband is actually quite good.

Seeing Song Jin's happy face, Que'er couldn't help but start to think about it. She asked, "Sister Xiaojin, what does it feel like to like someone?"

"Hmm..." Song Jin stopped kneading the dough.

She really hadn't thought about this question seriously.

The first time she saw her husband, she thought he was so handsome and she wished she could sleep with him.

Song Jin nodded and answered seriously, "I like him and want to sleep with him."

"Ah?" Que'er didn't expect this answer: "Sister Xiaojin, what are you talking about!"

"Say you like it." Song Jin kept moving.

She wasn't really sure what love was.

But she had always wanted to find a handsome husband to spend her life with since she was a child. Her husband was the most handsome man she had ever seen, and this was the marriage arranged for her by her family.

She wanted to kiss and hug her husband and sleep.

This should be what liking it means, right?

That should be right!

Song Jin then asked, "Then Que'er, what kind of husband do you want to find in the future?"

Que'er shook her head: "I haven't thought about it. At least you can be nicer to me and don't hit or scold me."

Que'er grew up being beaten and scolded, and all she wanted for a good life was for no one to beat or scold her.

Song Jin's ears ached when he heard this: "Not only that, we can also make a lot of money, the kind that we won't have to worry about food and drink!"

Infected by Song Jin, Que'er's eyes also lit up: "Yes!"

The two girls worked hard and finally finished making all the cakes for the neighboring villages before closing the stall.

The ox cart was the same one from yesterday. When Song Jin finished loading the cart, Xie Qiao also appeared at the corner of the street.

As Xie Qiao walked along, he was only wearing a plain cloth jacket. People around him stopped and wondered when a god would appear in Chunliu Lane.

It was not until he saw Xie Qiao walking towards Song Jin that he suddenly realized.

It turns out that this is Song Jin’s sickly husband!

Que'er was also stunned, and she didn't come to her senses until Xie Qiao came over and nodded to her.

Sister Xiaojin really didn't lie, her husband is really handsome!

Que'er whispered, "Sister...brother-in-law."

Xie Qiao was somewhat uncomfortable with this unfamiliar name.

But after thinking about it, he realized that this girl should be the helper hired by Song Jin, so there was nothing wrong with her calling him brother-in-law.

Xie Qiao nodded and said, "Where's Ah Jin?"

Que'er pointed to the back: "Sister Xiaojin is loading the ox cart in the back."

"Thank you." Xie Qiao walked towards Song Jin, and what came into his sight was a sturdy cow.

Hiding behind the cow is Song Jin.

She clapped her hands and said to the driver, "All right! Wait for my husband to come, and then we can set off!"

As soon as the voice fell, a pretty little face appeared behind the cow.

She was wearing a light pink jacket today, a headscarf of the same color on her head, and a small yellow flower hairpin next to it.

The winter scenery makes people feel relaxed and comfortable.

She opened her eyes wide in surprise: "Husband, you are here!"

Song Jin ran over and stood in front of Xie Qiao. "Husband, have you returned all the books?"

"Yeah." Xie Qiao responded.

In fact, he didn't go at all, he asked Fu Cang to return it.

"Thank you for your hard work, my husband! Let's go early and come back early while it's still early!" Song Jin said as she pulled Xie Qiao onto the ox cart.

The two men sat at the rear of the ox cart, and Xie Qiao's body was tense.

He had never ridden in a bullock cart, let alone sat backwards at the back of one.

In the cold winter, the ox carts moved slowly. Because they were used to transport goods, they had no roof at all.

The cold wind blew directly into the faces of both people.

Xie Qiao looked a little ugly.

On the contrary, Song Jin sat there comfortably. She quietly moved closer to Xie Qiao, and then closer.

Then she said, "My dear, I feel a little cold. Can I borrow your arm to hold you?"

It’s such a cold day!

No way, no way?

My husband wouldn't even agree to this small request, would he?

"Um."

Sure enough, Xie Qiao extended an arm to her.

Song Jin hugged him and smiled like a satisfied kitten.

The cold wind blew her cheeks red.

Finally, when Xie Qiao was about to be unable to bear it any longer, the carriage stopped at the entrance of the village and noisy voices were heard from inside.

"Hey! Jin girl is here to bring us cakes and pastries!"

"Hey? Who's that person next to this girl? He's so handsome!"

"Is he her man?"

Seeing Xie Qiao frowning again, Song Jin advised softly: "My husband, these uncles and aunts are very pitiful. They are too old to walk far, and their children are working elsewhere to earn money and support their families and cannot come back. There are not many young people in the village."

Song Jin's tone was low and pitiful.

Xie Qiao whispered: "Yeah."

Xie Qiao didn't mean to dislike it, he just felt a little uncomfortable with so many people surrounding him all of a sudden.

After hearing what Song Jin said, he could only endure the crowd surrounding him and remain silent.

Song Jin distributed the cakes and pastries he brought to the old men and women one by one. He wanted to leave quickly, but unexpectedly the wheel of the ox wheel suddenly broke down and it seemed that he would need to repair it for a while.

Song Jin stood there, looking at Xie Qiao who had not spoken for a long time, feeling unsure.

It’s over. My husband won’t be angry, right?

She just wanted her husband to move around, but she didn't want to make him angry.

Seeing that the villagers were about to surround them again, Song Jin quickly pulled Xie Qiao into the village.

"Husband, please go for a walk with me!"

As she walked, she explained, "Husband, I know you don't like crowds. It's okay. Let's go for a walk in the village. This village is very interesting!"

Xie Qiao knew that Song Jin was lying.

There is not much scenery to see in the village in winter, and the villagers don’t go out.

But no matter how boring it is, it is better than being watched by people at the entrance of the village.

only……

It's really indecent to pull and tug outside.

Xie Qiao thought about it, pulled his arm out of Song Jin's hand, and walked steadily in front.

Without Xie Qiao's arm, Song Jin's hands suddenly felt empty.

She pursed her lips and followed Xie Qiao quietly.

never mind.

If you don’t want to hold it, then don’t hold it.

It’s better than having your husband angry.

As Song Jin was thinking this, she suddenly heard a rustling sound.

She stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.

It came from a woodshed.

The sound soon changed to "hmm" and "ahh", and then there was a female voice cursing while panting.

"Be gentle, you little brat! Your brother will be back in two days. Don't let him find out. He will beat you to death then!"

"My dear sister-in-law, don't worry, I will definitely do it gently..."

Song Jin was stunned on the spot!

She blinked her eyes, listening to the dirty talk coming from the woodshed, her ears and cheeks flushed.

Brother-in-law and sister-in-law!

She had read about it in a storybook, but she didn't expect to see it for real today!

Help!

So exciting!

Want to see!

Xie Qiao, who had excellent hearing and eyesight, naturally heard it as well.

Even heard it more clearly than Song Jin!

His brows furrowed even more, and his eyebrows even twisted into a shape of a "川" -

What a filthy thing with foul language!

He turned around and saw his obedient little wife standing there.

She was in a daze, her face was so red that it looked like it was about to burn, and her round fingers were clenched together awkwardly, as if she was shy and at a loss.

Xie Qiao understood.

His wife used to be well-behaved and polite. Although she had some fantasies about him, he was her husband after all, so it was normal for her to have such thoughts.

But if she encountered such a thing, she would definitely be at a loss as to what to do.

It seemed that she was so frightened that she didn't know what to do and could only stand there pitifully.

Xie Qiao sighed softly, walked behind Song Jin, and covered Song Jin's ears with both hands——

"Ajin, don't listen."