Chapter 7 Gently carrying her back to the house

The sun gradually darkened, and finally not even a trace of afterglow disappeared. The snow piled up outside the window was gradually illuminated by the moonlight.

There was no light in the room, and one could only vaguely see Song Jin curled up in the quilt on the wooden bed in the moonlight.

Xie Qiao called out twice, but she didn't respond.

Xie Qiao's voice was not loud, but it was so quiet around them that she would not fail to hear it.

The sobbing sounds under the quilt became quieter and quieter, until only occasional sobs remained.

Xie Qiao frowned: Could it be that she was ignoring him on purpose?

wrong.

Although he didn't spend much time with Song Jin during this period, he knew that Song Jin was a well-behaved and polite girl who would not ignore others deliberately.

Thinking of this, Xie Qiao frowned and reached out to lift the quilt covering Song Jin.

The quilt was too large, and Song Jin curled up into a ball again. He lifted it twice before he saw the tiny person.

Her cheeks were red, and it was unclear whether it was because she was suffocated or crying.

The little girl was curled up in the quilt and sleeping with her eyes closed. She didn't wake up even when her shell was opened, but she sniffed twice unconsciously.

Song Jin slept in his room these two days.

There was only a bed curtain between the two of them, but Xie Qiao had never seen her sleeping face.

But when he took a nap on the bed during the day, he smelled the scent she left behind, and occasionally imagined her sleeping face when he closed his eyes.

Now that he saw it, it was indeed not much different from what he had imagined.

The little girl even looked even more obedient and pitiful because she had tears hanging on her chin and had not yet wiped them away.

Xie Qiao was a little stunned. The cold wind was still blowing around the house.

He tried calling twice again, but Song Jin still didn't wake up, so he had no choice but to bend down and pick him up from the bed with the quilt.

Xie Qiao had broad shoulders, and as soon as Song Jin got into his arms, he seemed to feel something.

She raised her hands and put them around Xie Qiao's neck, not letting him use any more strength.

Even though Xie Qiao was injured, it was not difficult for him to pick up Song Jin.

What's more, Song Jin was even lighter than he thought.

Song Jin was held in his arms, like a well-behaved kitten. Even though her face was covered in tears, she was still beautiful.

He bent down and picked up the embroidered shoes that were neatly placed beside the bed.

In the darkness of the night, Xie Qiao's lips curled up slightly, and he smiled in his heart——

The little girl was so sad, but she still didn't forget to put her shoes away before crying.

The two people's rooms are not far apart.

In just a few steps, Xie Qiao brought the person back.

He placed the person on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and carefully lowered the bed curtains.

After making sure everything was in order, Xie Qiao sat down at the square table.

The candlelight flickered in the night. Xie Qiao held a book in his hand but did not turn a page.

His fingertips rubbed the edge of the page, his face gloomy.

Song Jin was bullied today, but he didn't want to tell him.

And how much bullying did Song Jin suffer in Chongzhou? Are there more scums in the dark coveting her?

And how much did she swallow silently?

She was in trouble today. If she was forcibly taken away today, he might not be able to rescue her in time even if he went to rescue her.

Xie Qiao suddenly felt frightened.

The candle was burning slowly, and when it was almost finished, there was a slight knocking sound outside the window.

Xie Qiao came back to his senses, glanced back at Song Jin who was still sleeping, then put on his old coat and turned to leave.

The Xie family is a long-standing family with many branches and collateral branches in various places.

As the head of the family, Xie Qiao should have gone to the Xie family's side branch to recuperate, but he wanted to hide his identity, so he stayed in Chunliu Lane.

Fu Cang was Xie Qiao's confidant and had worked for Xie Qiao in the capital for many years, so he was naturally quick in action.

Fu Cang stood outside the window and waited. When he saw Xie Qiao coming out, he lowered his head and said, "Sir, the Fan family has already investigated everything. Please give us your instructions."

Xie Qiao said calmly: "Speak."

"The three generations of the Fan family had served in the capital, but later resigned and returned home. Until this generation, the Fan family has always relied on their ancestors' property. The younger generations are all lustful and lawless. Usually, some people are killed in the house. Only a year ago, the eldest son of the Fan family beat a man to death in the street, and later forced the family to leave Chongzhou. This incident caused a big uproar."

Xie Qiao said in a deep voice: "How to deal with this matter?"

"The local county magistrate ruled that it was the fault of the eldest son of the Fan family, and he only had to pay some money as compensation."

The Fan family only appears to be mindful of the fact that they are a family of officials and dare not act recklessly, but in private they commit a lot of crimes involving robbery and murder.

Xie Qiao knew that there would be many murder cases in such a family, but he never expected that the Fan family was so arrogant that they could beat someone to death in the street.

Even the county magistrate and the Fan family are in cahoots with each other!

Now the Fan family wants to take his life at will. The Fan family actually despises human life so much. Such a family must not be allowed to stay any longer.

As Xie Qiao listened, his brows furrowed further and further.

After Fu Cang finished speaking, Xie Qiao's face had become extremely ugly.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Use the name of the Xie family in Beijing to notify the side branches, cut off the Fan family's business, and deal with the Fan family."

Fu Cang lowered his head and replied, "Yes."

The cold wind swirled in the yard.

The light snow floating on the ground was rolled up and the window was blown slightly.

Song Jin, who should have been sleeping peacefully in the bed, was suddenly awakened.

Song Jin had a good sleep quality and could usually sleep till dawn, but when she was sleeping soundly, she was grabbed by that dirty hand in her dream!

She struggled hard to break free and woke up.

She was still a little dazed when she woke up suddenly.

Damn Mr. Fan, she has had nightmares for two nights in a row!

Song Jin rubbed the back of his hand on the quilt.

She knew it was a dream, but she couldn't get rid of the greasy feeling on her hands.

As she was rubbing, she suddenly seemed to realize something.

She opened her round almond eyes wide.

This is her house.

No, no, no, this is her husband's house now!

She was clearly hiding in the big house crying under the quilt, why is she here now?

Could it be that she ran here on her own?

Have I already taken the initiative to this extent?

But she really doesn’t remember it. Could she have cried herself silly?

Song Jin thought about it, she got up and glanced at the neatly tucked bed curtains around her, and suddenly understood.

She didn't come here by herself!

It was her husband who brought her back!

It was he who covered himself with the quilt and it was he who covered himself with the bed curtains!

She just said that her husband used to be a little too serious, but he still cared about her!

A slender white hand reached out from the bed curtain and opened a small gap.

Song Jin poked his head out.

Huh?

Why isn't my husband in the room?

Hadn't he been sitting at the square table before?

As Song Jin was thinking, the door was gently pushed open.

A slightly thin figure came in from outside the door accompanied by the moonlight.

The moonlight floated on his shoulders. Song Jin looked at the figure and felt like he was filled with a piece of candy in his heart.

When she saw someone, she politely and obediently called, "Husband."

When Xie Qiao pushed the door open, he saw a little head sticking out from the bed curtains and looking around. He was slightly stunned, as he originally thought Song Jin would sleep all night.

It must be because of that scum that she couldn't sleep well.

In the dim light of the candle, Xie Qiao looked into the little face.

The tear marks on the little face had been dried by the wind, leaving only slightly red and swollen eye sockets.

There was no sign of displeasure on her face, and even when she saw him, the dimples on her cheeks began to appear again.

Xie Qiao calmed down his slightly gloomy expression outside and sat at the table as usual: "Are you awake?"

"Um, my husband, do you want to take your medicine? I'll make it for you." Song Jin said as he was about to get out of bed.

"No need, it's just a tonic. It's okay if you don't drink it for a day." Xie Qiao said calmly.

Song Jin observed Xie Qiao's expression and nodded: "Yeah."

In fact, Song Jin had noticed just now that her husband seemed a little unhappy.

His expression was usually gloomy, but not like this now. He didn't lose his temper with her, or even say harsh words to her, but Song Jin knew that her husband was angry.

Song Jin glanced at the embroidered shoes neatly placed on the footstool.

The tent is so warm, and my husband just came back from outside, he must be frozen!

Song Jin blinked. She was still staring at her embroidered shoes, but she invited him, "Husband, why don't you come up and warm up?"

Xie Qiao replied subconsciously: "No need."

Song Jin's body stiffened.

Today is already the third day.

It has been the third day that she has slept here, but her husband still has no intention of sleeping with her.

This is no longer a question of whether it is serious or not.

Does my husband hate me?

When Song Jin thought of this, her heart ached and tears filled her eyes again, about to fall.

She still lowered her head and asked in a low voice: "Husband, do you hate me?"

She tried her best to control herself, but her voice was still tearful.

"That's not the case." Xie Qiao frowned.

He originally wanted to make things clear with Song Jin tonight, but now it seems that today is not a good time.

Besides, he needs this identity now.

Moreover, in Chongzhou, everyone knows that she is married, which can also protect her from some bad romantic opportunities.

He opened his mouth to explain more, but Song Jin's tears fell on the bed curtains first.

The bean-sized tears instantly wet the area.

The little girl lowered her head so that he couldn't see her tears.

He was a little confused. He was just being polite and not sleeping in the same bed with her, so why did she think he hated her?

He closed his eyes.

never mind.

"That's not what I meant. I just feel a bit cold." Xie Qiao said as he took off his half-worn coat and walked to the bed in his shirt. "That's good."

Song Jin quickly wiped away her tears, she retracted her head and said only one sentence: "Okay, then my husband, come in."

She couldn't just lift the bed curtains and let her husband get in, right?

She is a reserved girl.

Xie Qiao stood outside the window for a moment, then he seriously opened the bed curtain, pulled over his quilt, and lay down on the outside of the bed.

He lay straight, without breaking the rules in the slightest.

Song Jin was lying on the inside of the bed, also very well behaved.

This was the first time Xie Qiao lay on the same bed with a girl.

At his age, young men from noble families in the capital would have concubines even if they didn't have a wife, but he didn't want one.

He has lived alone all these years.

It was somewhat beyond his expectation that he would be lying on the bed with a little girl like this.

He didn't have any rejection.

Perhaps it’s because I’ve gotten used to the taste of Song Brocade in the past two days.

He frowned and listened to Song Jin's breathing.

If Song Jin was not asleep, he would like to ask her if she had suffered any other grievances today.

But before he found a chance to speak, he heard a familiar voice——

"Wow, that's great! My husband doesn't hate me! I love my husband the most!"