Chapter 17 Dad is afraid of the dark and needs Mom to lull him to sleep.
Jiang Anchao frowned after being reminded by the cub.
"Zhizhi, do you suspect Liu Qing was behind this?"
"Besides our family, only she has come in. Who else could it be but her?"
Zhizhi shrugged. "Now, all we need is evidence."
Jiang Anchao's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
Although the daughter is young, her words are always insightful.
He had previously been reluctant to suspect Liu Qing because he felt that if Liu Qing wanted to harm someone, he wouldn't have offered to take care of them.
But now that I think about it... the timing of her appearance was indeed too coincidental.
His broad palm landed on the eldest son's head.
"Gansu, don't worry, Dad will report it to the police tomorrow and will definitely find the murderer!"
Gan Su pursed his lips tightly; the long-awaited care almost made his tears fall into the bowl.
He gave a soft "hmm".
The atmosphere at the dinner table was somewhat silent as everyone tried their best to find evidence.
Jiang Anchao covered his mouth and coughed lightly, taking the initiative to start a conversation.
"Oh, by the way, Political Commissar Liu called me this afternoon and said the marriage registration has been approved. Are you coming with me to register tomorrow morning?"
Deng Qiu was secretly surprised, "So fast?"
"School is about to start, the sooner you settle down, the sooner you can return to your post at the school."
He raised his hand and loosened a few buttons on his shirt collar, teasingly saying, "Too fast? You don't regret marrying me, do you?"
"N-nothing..."
Deng Qiu dared not look him in the eye; she lowered her gaze and stared blankly at the rice grains in her bowl, her heart burning.
After escaping the fiery pit of Sangjiapo, she returned to the city with her daughter.
She endured cold looks and disdain from her family, whom she had longed to reunite with for many years.
But the man in front of her was willing to give her a home.
He didn't mind that she was a divorcee, and even treated Zhizhi like his own daughter...
She had thought she would never have any expectations for marriage again, but Jiang Anchao was like a ray of light that suddenly entered her life, illuminating and warming her.
"I...I'll go pack my things."
Deng Qiu's eyes welled up with tears. Not wanting to lose her composure in front of her child, she quickly cleared away the dishes and went to the kitchen.
"Huh? We were chatting, why did you leave?"
Jiang Anchao was a little confused. What did he say that made her unhappy?
Sang Zhizhi shook her head helplessly.
My dad is such a clueless straight man; he doesn't understand girls' hearts at all.
She whispered a reminder, "Dad, hurry up and go check it out."
"oh oh!"
Jiang Anchao finally realized what was happening and followed him into the kitchen.
Water was boiling on the stove. Deng Qiu stood by the sink in a daze. Hearing a noise behind him, he quickly turned around.
"You cried?"
Jiang Anchao raised his hand, wanting to wipe away her tears.
Deng Qiu hurriedly moved away, wiping away her tears, "The firewood stung my eyes, I'm fine."
His hand froze in mid-air before slowly retracting.
"Why are you crying?" Jiang Anchao looked at her seriously and asked with difficulty, "Do you... not want to marry me?"
No, that's not it.
Deng Qiu shook her head, her voice low, "Brother Jiang, I know how good you are to me. I'm just afraid... afraid that you'll marry me out of pity. I'm not good enough for you. If you only marry me to get me a local residency permit, it will be difficult for you to marry again later. I don't want to hold you back."
"How could you think that?" Jiang Anchao blurted out almost without thinking, "I'm marrying you sincerely."
Afraid she wouldn't believe him, he grabbed her hand.
“Deng Qiu, you think I’m a great person, but I’m also a man. A man can’t marry a woman based on pity alone. I know you don’t understand me yet. We can get to know each other slowly after we get married. I’ll give you time, but you have to believe me. I’m marrying you to build a life together. I want to have a home with you.”
His heart was pounding as he said this.
Like a clueless recruit who has never been in a relationship, they only know how to express their true feelings in a reckless manner.
Holding her tightly in a warm, dry hand, Deng Qiu felt her wavering heart return to her chest.
She looked at him in astonishment, seemingly not understanding what it was about her that made him like her so much.
"Brother Jiang, are you telling the truth?"
"certainly!"
Jiang Anchao's gaze was sharp as he looked down at Deng Qiu's fair and gentle face.
His voice was low and hoarse, "Deng Qiu, you'll understand once you get to know me better. I might not be as good as you think."
If he hadn't pulled some strings, how could the marriage application have been approved so quickly?
He wants to marry Deng Qiu!
He had known this for a long time, and he certainly wouldn't give up on making it a reality.
Now that they're married, he'll never get a divorce.
He doesn't want to be a good person.
Deng Qiu shed tears again, but this time Jiang Anchao pulled her into his arms.
He let her tears soak his clothes.
"I won't force you to do things you don't want to do. At worst, you can treat it as living together, and I'll treat it as pursuing a wife. We can get married first and then fall in love. How does that sound?"
Deng Qiu's ears were already red to the point of bleeding, and she couldn't utter a single word.
Just then, three little heads popped into the kitchen and saw everything clearly.
"dad--"
Sang Zhizhi deliberately drew out her voice and asked with a smile, "It's ten o'clock, how should we divide the bedrooms?"
The little cub's words startled Deng Qiu so much that he immediately pushed Jiang Anchao five meters away.
Jiang An slammed his back against the wall, wincing in pain.
"You have quite a strong grip..."
Zhenwei laughed wildly beside him, "Dad, are you and Aunt Deng kissing? Did we come at the wrong time, hahaha?"
The younger daughter was naturally reluctant to be punished, but the younger son's words were like walking into a trap.
Jiang Anchao immediately pretended to knock him on the head, laughing and scolding, "You little rascal, don't run away!"
Zhenwei dashed back to the living room, and the father and son circled around the dining table. Finally, Zhenwei simply hid behind Deng Qiu and started playing a game of tag.
The atmosphere was joyful and lively.
Finally, Jiang Anchao reacted quickly and flicked Jiang Zhenwei on the forehead.
"I'll teach you to talk nonsense! Do you dare to do it again?"
"Father, I was wrong, I was wrong."
Jiang Anchao put him down, and Zhenwei immediately made a face, just like a mischievous monkey.
"Since Gansu has moved his things to the second son's room, the two brothers will have one room. Zhizhi, you'll stay in your older brother's original room, uh... ..."
Jiang Anchao's gaze slowly swept over Deng Qiu, but he suddenly stopped.
The couple was originally supposed to live together.
But Deng Qiu probably doesn't want to live with me now.
He covered his mouth and coughed lightly, "Cough, that Zhizhi is still young and afraid to sleep at night, so your Aunt Deng will sleep in the same room with her for now."
"Huh? Dad, you've married Aunt Deng, don't you sleep together anymore?"
Zhenwei raised a question.
Zhizhi nodded in agreement. "Zhizhi is a big girl now, she can sleep in the dorm. Mommy, go sleep with Daddy."
Children don't understand anything, and what they say is often thoughtless and lacks tact.
The couple were so embarrassed that they blushed.
Deng Qiu covered her daughter's mouth, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Zhizhi, your maturity and understanding don't have to be shown in places like this."
Jiang Anchao slightly curved his thin lips and bent down to look at the cub.
"We're not married yet, so of course we can't live together. Men and women should be different, but..."
He looked up, his dark, bright eyes glancing at Deng Qiu, and chuckled softly, "After getting married, Dad might be afraid of the dark and need Mom to help him fall asleep..."
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