Chapter 16 He is such a responsible husband!
The winter months are chilly, and the further you go into the wilderness, the more desolate it becomes.
A coffin was tied to a cart and was being pulled forward by the coffin shop's apprentice.
Song Jin and Lu Chen followed closely behind.
"Manager Lu, thank you so much today. I hope I won't cause you any trouble." Song Jin was still a little worried.
"Ajin, you have said thank you too many times along the way." Lu Chen lowered his head to look at the top of Song Jin's head.
The little girl's hair is fluffy and soft, with a light pink headscarf tied neatly on her head, which makes one feel soft-hearted just by looking at her.
Lu Chen said patiently: "This place is so desolate, how can I let you, a little girl, come here? Not to mention that we have known each other for a long time, even if she is a stranger, I will not stand idly by."
It was only at this moment that Song Jin began to feel scared.
She originally wanted to go to the neighboring village to find some people for help, and say that Qinghong was her sister who accidentally fell into the water.
I didn't expect to meet Lu Chen.
"But the Wang family..." Song Jin just said that the person was Sister Qinghong.
Lu Chen knew what was going on: "Don't worry, even if the Wang family knew about it, they wouldn't cause trouble for me. In their eyes, Qinghong's status is not worth it to have to blush for others, not to mention that I won't let the Wang family know."
Song Jin's heart sank, and he felt an indescribable discomfort.
She stopped talking and kept walking forward in silence.
Not long after, we arrived at where Sister Qinghong was lying.
The people in the coffin shop unloaded the coffin and drove away with the cart.
Not long after, the men from Lu Chen's restaurant appeared. They were quick and nimble, and soon dug a pit nearby and put Qinghong in it.
The coffin was made of ordinary wood, and because it was a finished product, it was made wide and large.
Qinghong's body had become stiff and looked even thinner.
She lay thin and weak in the wide coffin, which looked empty.
Fortunately, Song Jin bought some flowers cut out of colored paper when he was at the coffin shop. Song Jin placed them in a circle around Qinghong's body, which made it look better.
Song Jin saw the coffin being closed and finally buried in the ground.
It was as if Qinghong had never existed.
When everything was ready, Song Jin would light a candle and burn some paper money in front of the tomb.
She squatted in front of the tomb and clasped her hands together towards Sister Qinghong.
She whispered, "Sister Qinghong, you haven't eaten the new fruit I made yet. I was thinking of going to the palace to ask for an explanation for you, but I guess they will brush me off. They and the government are in the same boat, and you are their concubine..."
Song Jin felt powerless.
"I just hope that Sister Qinghong can be born into a good family in her next life and marry an ordinary and good brother-in-law," Song Jin paused and said very seriously, "Don't ever marry into a wealthy family and become someone's concubine again."
Song Jin said a few more words before she stood up. She walked to Lu Chen's side and said, "Manager Lu, let's go."
While Song Jin was talking to Qinghong, Lu Chen stood more than ten steps away.
Only then did he walk towards the city with Song Jin.
Song Jin thanked him politely again: "Thanks to Manager Lu for helping me today, otherwise it would be really troublesome."
Lu Chen was somewhat helpless: "It's okay, Ajin."
Then he suddenly asked, "Why isn't your husband with you? Is he relieved that you are here alone?"
Her husband?
Song Jin explained: "This incident also happened to me suddenly, and my husband doesn't know about it yet."
She didn't think there was anything wrong: "Besides, my husband is not in good health, so it's better for him to stay at home."
Lu Chen listened and snorted in his heart.
Song Jin's husband really looks like a useless piece of shit.
As the two talked, they walked out of the mass grave and crossed another street to reach a busy area.
Lu Chen wanted to say something, but before he could finish his words, a cold figure appeared on the street.
The man stood tall and straight, coming against the light.
He stopped only ten meters away from the two of them, and then called out in a cold voice, "Ajin."
Song Jin had a lot of complicated thoughts along the way.
She could never forget how Sister Qinghong looked just now.
She suddenly thought, if there was no great Bodhisattva from the Xie family, would she have ended up like this after offending the Fan family?
She would also be killed and thrown into a mass grave.
No one would find her.
The nerves in her brain were tense, and it was not until she saw Xie Qiao that she suddenly relaxed.
...Although her husband can only copy books at home, Song Jin feels that with her husband around, those things are not a big deal.
My thoughts returned, and grievance and fear surged into my heart.
She raised her head obediently, looked at Xie Qiao, and whispered: "Husband..."
His frozen limbs were a little stiff, but Song Jin still moved in small steps.
After receiving the news about Song Jin, Xie Qiao ordered Fu Cang to prepare the horse and gallop all the way here.
He stopped not far from them and walked slowly towards them.
He was cold, carrying the chill wind from the road.
When Fu Cang replied that Song Jin was at the mass grave, his brows furrowed heavily.
The Fan family has been dealt with. Is there anyone else who wants to harm Song Jin?
When he found out that Lu Chen was with Song Jin, his brows were furrowed ever since.
It's that self-indulgent person again.
He felt a nameless anger in his heart, until he saw Song Jin, his brows did not relax but tightened instead -
Why this expression?
Why do you feel so wronged?
Did someone bully her?
As he watched the girl's footsteps move towards him little by little, the redness on the tip of her nose became more and more obvious.
Even the person behind her wanted to reach out to stop her.
The more he looked, the colder Xie Qiao's eyes became.
Then he strode forward, stretched out his hand and pulled the person over. He stood in front of Song Jin, completely blocking the girl.
He looked at Lu Chen coldly: "Thank you for today. I will remember your favor. If you have any problems in the future, you can come find me."
Lu Chen listened and couldn't help but sneer.
This man is so arrogant. He is just a teacher in Kyoto. Does he really think he is some great figure?
He is so arrogant, and he really has nothing but a face.
"No need. Ah Jin and I have known each other for a long time. This is what I should do." Lu Chen turned sideways and said to Song Jin, who was tightly blocked, "Don't worry, Ah Jin. I will find out what I promised you. Go back and have a good sleep. Don't think about what happened today."
"Yeah, okay." Song Jin popped her head out from behind Xie Qiao. She was very grateful: "Manager Lu should also go back and rest earlier."
Lu Chen said gently: "Okay."
Xie Qiao, who was stuck in the middle, was like an ice cube that was freezing rapidly.
He tilted his head coldly, his voice without any warmth: "Ajin, it's cold outside, do you have anything else to do?"
Song Jin quickly shook his head: "No, no, let's go home quickly."
She really, really wants to go home now.
Xie Qiao said “hmm” lightly.
Years of etiquette made him suppress his anger and nodded slightly to Lu Chen, then he immediately turned around and left.
Song Jin also followed him and headed towards Chunliu Lane.
As they got further and further away from the mass grave, the chillness in Song Jin's body finally eased.
She raised her head and looked at Xie Qiao who was walking half a step ahead of her.
Hmm.
Her husband's shoulders were so broad, she wanted to get a little closer.
She was really scared and sad today.
If only I could hold him in his arms.
But……
Song Jin glanced at Xie Qiao's profile and found that his usually cold face was now even colder.
Obviously angry.
Song Jin recalled quickly.
Didn't she come home on time and didn't tell her husband?
But what happened today was really unexpected.
"Husband..." Song Jin spoke behind Xie Qiao.
Her voice was not loud and if you didn't listen carefully it could easily be lost in the crowd.
But Xie Qiao, who had been walking in front, responded quickly: "Yeah."
I'm not ignoring you!
Song Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and she quickly explained: "Husband, I didn't come home late on purpose today, but when I was delivering cakes today, I saw a familiar sister who had an accident, so I helped her deal with some things. I will definitely not do that again in the future!"
She didn't say that person was Sister Qinghong.
She didn't want anyone to comment on Sister Qinghong casually, not even her husband.
Song Jin just said, "Husband, don't be angry."
The girl's words were sincere and soft, but Xie Qiao was not angry about this matter at all.
On the way here, Fu Cang had already told him about Qinghong's affairs.
All in all, he had only been with Song Jin for more than two months, but he knew that although this girl looked well-behaved, she was persistent and loyal.
She is independent and kind. If others were not afraid of getting into trouble, they would have stayed away from her today.
But she, a little girl, had the courage to go to the mass grave to give the poor man some dignity.
He really couldn't get angry.
What really made him angry was the ever-present Lu Chen, and...
"Ajin." Xie Qiao seemed to sigh slightly, and his cold tone softened a little, with some warmth.
He suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Song Jin seriously.
"Don't go to such a dangerous place alone in the future. If anything happens, remember to tell me immediately and I can help you deal with it." He then emphasized: "Whether in Chongzhou or in Kyoto in the future, it's the same."
Xie Qiao's expression was too serious.
Song Jin looked at him and thought to herself that her husband was just an ordinary person and it was good enough that he had this kind of heart.
But in terms of this kind of feeling, her husband is much better than others.
Song Jin knew from a young age that some men from other families were afraid to take on responsibilities. When something happened, they would run away as far as they could, wishing it had nothing to do with them.
But my husband didn't do that.
He is such a responsible husband!
Song Jin thought about it and responded obediently: "I know."
Seeing Song Jin agreed, Xie Qiao turned around and continued walking in silence.
He actually wanted to talk about Lu Chen, but apart from being sentimental, Lu Chen didn't seem to have any ill intentions.
He couldn't get Song Jin to stay away from that person.
Xie Qiao's coldness faded a little, and Song Jin followed behind Xie Qiao step by step.
She did not hide her gaze.
Anyway, my husband doesn’t have eyes on the back of his head, so he won’t see it.
As she followed him, she suddenly thought, why did her husband chase her so anxiously today? Was he worried about her?
Song Jin blinked, her eyes sliding from Xie Qiao's broad shoulders to his hands behind his back.
The hand was slender, with distinct joints, and there were thin calluses on the middle finger of the right hand from frequent writing.
Hmm.
Looks very nice.
Want to hold.
Although she had slept in the same bed with Xie Qiao these days, Xie Qiao was very well behaved and she didn't even touch his fingertips.
Even if he is powerless now, there is nothing wrong in holding hands.
She really wants to hold hands!
"Husband." Song Jin grabbed her sleeves and said shyly, "Can you hold my hand?"
Then she was afraid that Xie Qiao was old-fashioned and didn't want to be awkward with her on the street, so she hurriedly said, "Or I can hold your sleeve."
“Please, please.”
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