Chapter 146 Miracle Trainer 2 Could you lend her to me for a few months...?
Happy New Year!
As always, Qiu Xiaoman did not buy any new clothes or shoes.
She was just sitting in front of the dressing mirror, haphazardly combing her hair into a new style. Let's call that tangled mess "Solo Dance" for now.
A solo dance.
What kind of New Year is it if you stay cooped up at home? It's no different from self-exile.
So she took her braids apart, re-combed them into a single ponytail, wrapped an old scarf around her neck, put on an old hat, old gloves, and old shoes, and went out to play in the snow.
Ninety percent of the apartments in the complex have already been rented out. The remaining few were vacant because the tenants terminated their leases before the Lunar New Year and are no longer coming to live in Beidujuan next year.
Excluding those few units, the occupancy rate is practically 100%.
So there were a lot of people downstairs, some with children, some with their parents, and some alone with their boyfriends or girlfriends.
She walked through the crowd to the flat snow in front of her and fell flat on her face.
The snow was so thick that it buried her completely; it was quite a fun experience.
She stayed for a while, then heard footsteps approaching, stood up, changed her position, and came back again.
This is so much fun! I never had this kind of enjoyment growing up in Yunnan.
She went from place to place until she finally got tired of it, so she dusted off the snow and went shopping.
Her coat was a little damp, so she went into a coffee shop to rest and enjoy the warmth.
Actually, she doesn't like this kind of drink; she has to add enough sugar and milk to make her drink it even though it's bitter.
But she still ordered a drink, held it in her hand, and watched the laughing pedestrians outside the window. The myriad faces of life were a kind of enjoyment in themselves.
While she was lost in thought, the door on her left was pushed open, and among the new people who came in, someone called her name. When she turned around, she saw that it was Wu Shirong.
She was quite surprised: "Are you better?"
"All done, all done." Wu Shirong was wearing a thick, navy blue cotton-padded coat. His younger brother, Wu Shifeng, was standing beside him. Behind Wu Shifeng, a middle-aged couple squeezed in, with a young woman sandwiched in front of them.
What a coincidence, it seems like this is a blind date. I just wonder which of the two brothers it's for.
Qiu Xiaoman greeted them and then continued to enjoy the snow.
Wu Shirong's parents glanced at her again. When Wu Shifeng called the young woman to order food, Wu's mother asked, "Son, do you know that girl?"
"Yes, he's my colleague, the one who donated 600cc of blood to me," Wu Shirong introduced briefly, then sat down to Qiu Xiaoman's right rear.
The woman naturally heard it and subconsciously turned around to look.
Wu's mother sighed silently, lowered her voice to a whisper, and asked, "Tell me, is the person in your heart her?"
Wu Shirong didn't answer, but turned to look at Wu Shifeng and shouted, "Mine doesn't have sugar or milk."
Wu Shifeng turned and looked at him, full of confusion: "Aren't you afraid of hardship?"
Wu Shirong smiled, said nothing, turned his head, pretending not to have heard what his mother said, and asked, "What?"
Wu's mother felt reassured. She glanced at Wu's father silently and sighed repeatedly.
When Wu Shifeng and the young woman returned to their seats, Wu Shirong made an excuse about having a stomachache, went to the toilet, and then slipped out through the back door.
Wu Shifeng and his group waited for a long time but didn't see anyone return. When they went to the toilet, they found out that the person had run away.
Helpless, Wu Shifeng went to a roadside phone booth and made a call to his office. "It's the Lunar New Year, surely no one is still working overtime?"
And he really was there.
Wu Shifeng was both amused and exasperated: "Brother, what are you doing at work?"
"There's a case that came up unexpectedly."
"I don't believe you!"
"Is your case because you don't want Qiu Xiaoman to see you on a blind date?"
"I'm really busy, I'm hanging up."
When Wu Shifeng called back, the line went dead. He had no choice but to return to the coffee shop and repeat his lame excuse to his parents and his future sister-in-law.
What else could Mr. and Mrs. Wu say but apologize to the young woman?
The woman, Xie Yuling, smiled and expressed her understanding. She seemed to have a good temper. As she left, she took another look at Qiu Xiaoman. She was quite pretty, no wonder men were interested in her.
When she got home, she asked around.
There aren't many female police officers in the criminal investigation team. Apart from those who are married or have boyfriends, there's only Qiu Xiaoman, who trains dogs at the base.
Xie Yuling was very angry and called her father to cry about the humiliation she had suffered.
Mr. Xie advised, "Don't worry, find out if Qiu Xiaoman has done anything illegal or disorderly. If you report her, that's all that matters."
"Where am I supposed to find out?" Xie Yuling was a pampered girl who only knew how to cry to her parents.
Helpless, Xie's father had to investigate himself, calling various leaders and soon learned that although Qiu Xiaoman had a formal position, she also enjoyed special treatment outside the formal system.
For example, she can operate independently. That pet shelter, although registered under Shen Qinghuai's name, is actually run by her; there's just no problem with the paperwork.
It's easy to find the mistake. Last summer, Shen Wanming came back and transferred all the properties in the entire community to her. The housing management office has her name and surname on the registration.
Once Xie's father felt reassured, he immediately called his daughter back: "Lingling, don't worry, this Qiu Xiaoman is problematic. I'll get rid of her job and avenge you!"
Xie Yuling couldn't have been happier. They had already met on the blind date, but the man made an excuse and slipped away. If word got out, wouldn't he be a laughing stock?
She absolutely had to regain some dignity.
It's a pity it's not time to go to work yet, otherwise, we would have seen Qiu Xiaoman scrambling out of the police dog base in a sorry state tomorrow! She would never be able to go on business trips and handle cases with Wu Shirong again!
She didn't expect that Qiu Xiaoman would receive a notification that very evening.
"Director Wen's idea is that you submit your resignation, and we'll issue you an employment contract for unofficial technical support to smooth things over." Team Leader Meng said earnestly, "Xiao Qiu, don't blame Director Wen. Xie Yuling's father was just transferred here to investigate misconduct. New officials always have a lot to do, so he's just trying to avoid the limelight."
"Understood. I accept the arrangement." Qiu Xiaoman had nothing to complain about; this day was bound to come sooner or later. The taller the tree, the more the wind will blow against it.
Fang Jiadong just doesn't like her, right?
There will always be more Fang Jiadongs in this world; one leaves, another will come.
Then let's follow the rules and she do unpaid technical support. It's the same thing, anyway, she doesn't expect to make a living with that little bit of salary.
She is no longer the desperate Qiu Xiaoman she was at this time last year.
At dinner time, she went to the ninth floor to deliver two bowls of dumplings to her master and senior brother, and called her second uncle to wish him a Happy New Year.
After hesitating for a while, she decided not to upset Shen Qinghuai any further and took the initiative to call him, wishing him a smooth divorce and an early release.
Shen Qinghuai was amused by her: "You child, you have such a sharp tongue."
Qiu Xiaoman was in a good mood, hung up the phone, and went to sleep.
The next day, she went to Director Wen's house to sign a new employment contract and submitted her resignation. She wanted to create a time lag, to solidify the matter before Xie's father could make a move, leaving him with no recourse.
After all, some state-owned enterprise employees who want to leave their jobs do so only after finding a way out, so it's not unusual.
Back at her lodgings, Qiu Xiaoman felt a great sense of relief. Being free from the constraints of being a government employee was actually a good thing.
Didn't my second uncle want to transfer shares to her? That would make it much easier for her to do whatever she wanted in the future.
She called Shen Wanming and explained the situation.
When Shen Wanming learned that the Xie family was behind it, he couldn't help but laugh: "Who did I think it was? Don't be afraid, I'll curse him to death!"
"Forget it, Grandpa. The formalities are all done. There's no need to make enemies everywhere." It's better to avoid trouble. Qiu Xiaoman wasn't asking him to stand up for her; she just wanted him to understand the change in her status.
Shen Wanming thought it over and asked, "How are things going between you and that kid surnamed Liu?"
"I haven't seen him in a long time, and I wonder where he's working now," Qiu Xiaoman stated very objectively.
Shen Wanming understood the unspoken message and asked, "Have you made any new friends lately?"
"It's possible, but I'm not sure." Qiu Xiaoman remained pragmatic, because some things can only be seen clearly from a distance.
Shen Wanming stopped asking questions and instructed, "If you want to go to work, go as usual. Don't be afraid. If you don't want to go, just quit. We don't need that fixed salary."
"Okay, Grandpa. Take care of yourself too." Qiu Xiaoman hung up the phone, tidied up, and prepared to go to sleep.
Living alone is really quiet; you need to constantly find things to do to fill the omnipresent loneliness.
Fortunately, she bought a few new plants when she moved, so she can dig in the mud whenever she has free time.
I also learned the craft of wood carving from my senior apprentice. Although my carvings were crooked and uneven, at least I could entertain myself.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, she suddenly understood the fishermen community.
If there were a pond in front of her right now, she would cast her line twice, and maybe she could catch a mermaid.
Of course, that's all nonsense. It might be possible in another world, but don't even think about it here.
After thinking about random things for a while, I got sleepy. People are always prone to falling asleep in quiet environments.
She turned off the light, lay on the bed, and thought about how to spend the next few days of her annual leave.
Tomorrow is the third day of the Lunar New Year, and there will be more people visiting relatives, so the streets will definitely be crowded. Why don't we go to the factory area and find some cats and dogs to play with?
Or she could go to her senior apprentice to improve her wood carving skills. She just wanted to distance herself from him, not to cut ties completely.
Thinking of my senior brother, my mind started to wander, recalling the little things from when we first met, the thrilling moments of subduing the strange beasts together, and the tears of joy after advancing in rank.
Wait, when they were crying tears of joy... yes, they hugged each other.
It turns out she really did lack a sense of boundaries, from the very beginning.
She smiled helplessly, hoping that this belated realization wouldn't make things too bad.
The next morning, she ran to the street and changed into a new outfit from head to toe, dressed in bright red, before going to the top floor to knock on the door.
Fu Ze, wearing pajamas with the collar open and his hair disheveled and hanging down to his legs, opened the door in a daze.
In that instant, Qiu Xiaoman could only force herself to remain calm, push him aside, go inside, and close the door.
When Fu Ze realized what was happening, he apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, junior sister. Master went out again last night. I thought he didn't have his keys."
"It's okay." Qiu Xiaoman wasn't angry, but she thought that she should make a phone call before coming in next time.
That's how a sense of boundaries comes about.
My senior brother and master are both men, and they are like father and son, so there's nothing to worry about. She's different.
She sat on the sofa, feeling bored, and picked up a half-carved wooden figurine from the coffee table.
I glanced at it, and I don't know if I was seeing things, but it actually looked a bit like her, especially the eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth—it was incredibly lifelike.
Her face shape is still being modified; I guess she hasn't decided on a hairstyle yet.
She stared at it for a while, then heard a voice coming from above.
Along with a wisp of hair that wasn't tied up, she looked up and followed the hair upwards, seeing her senior brother's slightly open collar and his fair, almost reddish skin.
That kind of white is the kind that can evoke a blush with just a light touch.
The contrast between red and white is particularly striking, especially when the animal is stabbed.
She couldn't resist touching it, then brought her fingertip up to her eyes to examine it closely, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Senior brother, you're so fair-skinned! But why does it turn red as soon as I touch it? I don't have any thorns on my fingers."
"Stop messing around." Fu Ze didn't expect her to do this. He covered his face with the back of his hand and turned his head away, trying to hide his brief embarrassment.
Qiu Xiaoman began to blame herself: "I'm sorry, from now on—"
"Don't talk about the future. We'll talk about the future later." Fu Ze interrupted her, got up and took the wooden figure from her hand. When he turned around, he finally noticed a stray strand of hair that had slipped through the net. He quickly loosened his hair tie and grabbed the strand of hair inside.
He buttoned up his shirt, went to the opposite side of the sofa, and sat up straight.
At that moment, Qiu Xiaoman felt like a scoundrel.
She felt ashamed: "I didn't mean to."
"I know."
"Aren't you angry?"
"Who would be angry with you?"
"Won't you?"
"No." The answer was firm and resolute.
She didn't believe it and stood up, saying, "Then you won't be angry if I kiss other people in the future?"
Fu Ze frowned slightly and took a deep breath: "Don't be angry."
"Why?" She moved closer, across the coffee table, staring into his tightly closed eyes. His eyelashes were so long. Would it tickle if she touched them?
She couldn't resist and actually touched him, but he grabbed her arm and warned, "Junior sister, don't do that. Don't bet that I've always been a gentleman."
"Oh." Qiu Xiaoman withdrew his hand. Even though it was her who was being gripped, his palm was red and looked like it was in pain.
She moved closer again: "Does your hand hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt." He hid his hands behind his back, changing the subject, "You're here to learn wood carving?"
"Hmm." She climbed over the coffee table and sat in front of him, staring at his eyes that dared not open, at his slightly open collar, and at his milky white neck.
She really is a pervert.
His ears were so red they were practically dripping blood. She couldn't resist pinching them, and her wrist was grabbed again, this time with more force, making her whole body tremble.
The warning voice sounded less confident, its hoarseness carrying a hint of despair: "Junior sister, stop fooling around, you're not a child anymore."
"Yes, I'll be nineteen after my birthday." She didn't struggle, but instead used her other hand to touch his neck. "How come you're so fair-skinned? Do you bathe in milk every day?"
"Junior Sister!"
"If I understand this and then kiss someone else, will you be angry?"
Fu Ze opened his eyes instantly, and it was clear that he had endured to the limit.
But he held back, averting his gaze, his eyelashes casting a melancholy shadow over his eyes: "Not being angry is your choice."
"I didn't choose you, and you're not angry?"
"Don't be angry."
"I chose someone else, and I'm not angry?"
"Don't be angry."
"I chose you, aren't you angry?"
"Don't be angry. What?" Fu Ze turned around abruptly, staring blankly at her. He didn't believe her, so he looked away again. "Stop joking. This joke isn't funny at all."
"Then don't laugh." Qiu Xiaoman was in a playful mood and broke free from his grip, stroking his face, his slender neck, and his beautiful collarbone with both hands.
My pajamas were getting in the way, so I just took them off.
But he pressed her hand down again: "Junior sister, don't do this, Master will come back."
Qiu Xiaoman casually lifted her knees onto the sofa: "I locked the door from the inside."
Fu Ze glanced at the entryway subconsciously. "No way, is she serious?"
Instead of an answer, she was met with further questions: "I'll ask you one more time. After I understand, will you be angry if I kiss someone else? I want the truth."
In the long silence, only the sound of panting could be heard.
In the end, he replied, "Yes, but after I get angry, I'm not angry anymore. Who would want to be angry with you?"
"Senior brother." Qiu Xiaoman's tears welled up. Yes, he was reluctant to part with her. He had said it so many times: he had always been there for her. But she didn't understand and didn't take it to heart.
She stopped teasing him, let go of his hand, wrapped her arms around his neck, and silently shed tears: "I'm very bad, have you thought it through?"
"Um."
"I'm really, really bad. I have no boundaries, no sense of propriety, and I make people angry. I also complain about everything and everyone, resenting that I didn't have loving parents, resenting that I died so young. I'm very annoying. Have you thought it through?"
"Um."
"I'm blind. I can't see the people around me, I can't see their goodness. I still mistake pity and gratitude for romantic love and don't know how to refuse. Have you thought this through?"
"Um."
"I...I sleep in a very rough position, I'll kick you off the bed. Have you thought it through?"
"Um."
"My cooking is so-so, my skills are appalling, and I'm lazy; I save up a week's worth of socks to wash at once. Don't you think I'm sloppy?"
"Um."
"I've been reported for misconduct, I've lost my permanent position, and I can no longer work for the government. Have you thought this through?"
"Hmm." Fu Ze couldn't help but chuckle. He pinched the nose of the person in his arms and scolded playfully, "You're crazy, who cares about that?"
"Then what do you care about?" Qiu Xiaoman finished crying, lowered her head, and wiped her tears on his clothes. She used to do this all the time, but now she realized how ambiguous that was.
Fu Ze thought for a moment and sighed, "I'm afraid you haven't thought this through and are just using me as a substitute to relieve your loneliness. If that's the case, I'd rather not have you."
"Yes. So I moved out." Even though it was just upstairs and downstairs.
Fu Ze smiled: "I know."
"You knew?" Qiu Xiaoman was a little surprised. "How did you know?"
"There's something about you that I don't know." He knows exactly when his period comes, but he never says anything; he just does it silently.
Qiu Xiaoman fell silent, holding him close. Her foolish thoughts as a female lecher vanished, and she simply nestled against him, feeling a contentment she had never felt before.
Fu Ze didn't move either. It's impossible that he didn't have those thoughts, but the most valuable thing about a man is not being able to get excited, but being able to suppress them.
He won't take that step easily unless she truly falls in love with him; otherwise, it will all be in vain.
The two seemed to have guessed each other's thoughts, and they simply held each other and fell asleep without realizing it.
Just like when we went out to subdue alien beasts in the past, if one attack didn't work, we would take a break and try again next time.
When we're resting, we'll sit side by side or back to back, and sometimes we'll even sleep like that, hugging each other, when it's too cold.
She saw it as a way to keep warm, but he saw himself as her support.
She didn't know how much he had endured.
But she knew that from now on, things would be different.
The two slept until the next morning, and when they opened their eyes, the snow had stopped.
Get up quickly and stretch your muscles.
A tingling, numb sensation spread throughout Qiu Xiaoman's body. She rolled to the other end of the sofa, heard a knock on the door, and called out, "Wait!"
Fuze was also numb from the pressure, but he still hopped and skipped to open the door.
The old man opened the door and glared at his unfilial disciple with resentment: "You want me to freeze to death?"
Fu Ze looked bewildered: "Have you been back for a long time, Master?"
"No." The strange old man was just angry, not angry at him.
Upon entering the living room, I discovered a person had sprung up on the sofa, dressed in a bright red trench coat, looking like a benevolent spirit, radiating joy.
I wasn't angry anymore instantly.
Tsk, Shen Qinghuai is such an idiot, he's blind to have such a good daughter.
The eccentric old man approached and saw that his obedient disciple's face was covered in marks. Then he looked at Fu Ze and instantly understood.
He said nothing, leisurely went back to his room to sleep.
Where he went is not important.
After resting for a while, Qiu Xiaoman was able to move again, so she went to the kitchen to help.
I finished cooking at 10 a.m., and I don't know if it counts as breakfast or lunch. I'll eat first and then decide.
Go call for the master, but he ignores you, so let the two of them eat.
After finishing her meal, Qiu Xiaoman took a carving knife and sat down next to Fu Ze to learn the craft.
Those lewd thoughts are gone; he's focused as if he's taking a final exam.
When I came to my senses, it was already 5 p.m.
She was a little surprised: "Wow, a day has passed so quickly."
"It's only five o'clock." Fu Ze raised his hand to brush the stray hairs from her hair and asked, "Want to eat before going back?"
"Okay." The two went back to the kitchen to get busy. It was still hot at noon, and no one answered the door when they knocked, so they continued eating.
Since there was still time after eating, Qiu Xiaoman didn't want to do wood carving anymore, so she sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.
Fu Ze sat at the other end of the sofa, holding his wooden figure in his arms, and continued to work hard.
Qiu Xiaoman looked up and, after being rejected, couldn't help but scoff, "Stingy."
"None of your business." Fu Ze ignored her and continued with his work.
After she fell asleep, he quietly turned off the TV and continued carving his wood carving.
He managed to finish it before midnight. He quietly got up, placed the wooden carving in Qiu Xiaoman's arms, and whispered, "Happy Birthday."
As I turned around, the person who had just woken up grabbed my hand.
He was somewhat surprised: "You're not asleep?"
"You're only finding out now?" Qiu Xiaoman pulled him back onto the sofa, and Fu Ze had no choice but to sit on the edge, with her legs and backrest behind him.
She moved closer to Fu Ze, fiddling with the wooden figure in her hand: "Birthday present? Stingy."
"Don't give it to me, dream on." Fu Ze snatched it away, but unexpectedly, a splinter got stuck in Qiu Xiaoman's hand because the edge of the wood hadn't been properly sanded, causing her to hiss in pain.
Fu Ze quickly squatted down in front of the sofa, pinched her fingertip, opened his mouth and let her bite the end, then pulled it out.
Spitting the splinter into the trash can, Fu Ze looked up and met a pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes. With a charming smile, she teased, "Senior brother, is my blood sweet?"
"Go to hell." Fu Ze stood up, but as he turned around, she pulled him back onto the sofa, this time grabbing his neck.
He surrendered, truly, and said helplessly, "What do you want now?"
"You have a splinter here, let me remove it for you, otherwise you'll get pricked." Qiu Xiaoman went around to the back of his head and reached out to remove the splinter from his bangs.
Fu Ze chuckled and pinched her cheek: "It's good that you've really been pricked, so you can taste how sweet my blood is."
"Is it sweet?" Qiu Xiaoman pouted. "It's not like I haven't tried it before, it's salty."
Indeed, once when he was injured, she treated his wounds, and she even saw his legs completely.
He couldn't help but blush: "Alright, it's getting late, let's go back to sleep."
"Why are you blushing?" Qiu Xiaoman still had things to say and didn't want to leave.
Fu Ze turned his head away, not wanting to look at her: "It's nothing, we were just too close and it scratched my face."
"Really? Let me see." Qiu Xiaoman pulled him closer, blew on it, and said, "Did it hurt? Let me rub it for you."
"Hey, stop messing around." He really didn't want to be teased by her anymore. Being a gentleman requires a lot of perseverance, and he couldn't succeed every time.
Qiu Xiaoman released him and said seriously, "Is caring about you considered making a scene?"
"That's not what I meant." Fu Ze had no choice but to admit his mistake; what else could he do?
Qiu Xiaoman pressed, "Then what do you mean? What did I do wrong?"
Fu Ze fell silent, then pulled her into a hug and carried her straight to the bedroom. After he laid her down on the bed, his breath close to her ear, he asked, "This is the result of your fuss. Are you scared yet?"
Qiu Xiaoman didn't say anything. Looking at the face so close to hers, she was a little infatuated and simply kissed him.
No man, after being teased repeatedly, can possibly endure it to the very end every time.
Just like now, Fu Ze couldn't bear it any longer. He buried his face in his beloved's hair and asked one last time, "Junior Sister, are you serious?"
"Um."
"But not today."
"Yes, my period ended ten days ago."
"right."
"You've always known."
"Um."
"Didn't you prepare condoms?"
"No, if I'm preparing that, then what do I become?"
"You've become a gentleman, senior brother. I personally bestowed this title upon you."
"You're only in the mood to laugh at me now; you'll regret it later."
I don't believe it.
"Don't force me."
"Come here."
"No. You risk getting pregnant, absolutely not."
"Senior brother, I feel unwell."
"I'll help you." Fu Ze got up and drew the curtains, then asked, "Should we turn off the lights?"
No, I want to look at you.
"good."
At one o'clock in the morning, Qiu Xiaoman's life entered a brand new chapter.
She noticed for the first time how beautiful her senior's hair was, jet black as ink and smooth as satin.
My senior brother's breathing was also moving—restrained yet vigorous, full of powerful vitality, confident and strong.
My senior's skin really turns red at the slightest touch, like a boiled shrimp, which is really funny.
If you don't touch it for a while, it will turn white again, like a clay doll, allowing her to knead it at will.
Her senior brother has a good temper; whenever she feels uncomfortable here or there, he has the ability to resolve it.
Finally, she lay in his arms and fell asleep peacefully.
He didn't touch her all night, except to open the floodgates for her when she needed it, that was all.
She felt she owed him, so when she woke up during the day, she went downstairs and bought family planning supplies.
He refused to come back, fearing she was just too lonely last night and wanted to wait a little longer.
She didn't insist, and quietly stayed by his side, carving wood for another day.
This time I also carved a wooden figure, but unfortunately it's too ugly.
After dinner, she went home. He told her to calm down for a few days, and she decided to take his advice.
I tossed and turned in bed at night, my hands itching to sculpt clay figures.
But she held back; she wanted to know who couldn't stand it.
After returning to work, she indeed received an investigation order from her superiors, went through the procedures, and everything was fine.
Xie Yuling was so angry that her teeth ached, but she had no choice but to call her father and cry.
Helpless, Xie's father advised, "Forget it, Wu Shirong isn't exactly a golden bachelor worth a fortune. Let's find someone else. I think his younger brother is quite good."
"No, I can have anything I want, I want him!" Xie Yuling had the domineering nature typical of a rich young lady, but all of this was hidden beneath her gentle exterior.
When she met Wu Shirong, she was still gentle, polite, and knew how to behave appropriately. Moreover, he was a high-achieving student who had studied abroad. She didn't believe she couldn't win over a bookworm.
Unfortunately, the bookworm could only draw. She went several times but couldn't find anything to say and had to leave empty-handed.
Just as he was filled with impotent rage, he received a phone call from Wu Lili.
The two shared a common enemy, and they hit it off immediately, devising a wicked plan.
It can destroy Qiu Xiaoman, kill those drug-sniffing dogs and police officers, and avenge the Wu family, especially that guy surnamed Lu. His family has put so much effort into the Wu family's affairs, so don't even think about coming back alive!
That very night, Wu Lili found Xie Yuling's father and, along with her card, rolled into his arms.
*
With drug trafficking on the border becoming increasingly rampant, Qiu Xiaoman's work this year has focused on training drug-sniffing dogs.
The military had very high requirements for trainers, requiring them to meet physical fitness standards and be able to train dogs. As a last resort, they sent over a few reserve military dogs recruited after the expansion and entrusted them to Qiu Xiaoman for training.
Qiu Xiaoman felt it was a rare opportunity, so she recommended Little Lightning to Captain Lu.
Team Leader Lu was rather conservative. Firstly, he was worried that Little Lightning's old injury might be a hidden risk. Secondly, Little Lightning had suffered a serious injury and might be stressed in the face of a sudden emergency or death. He advised Qiu Xiaoman to consider the matter carefully.
Qiu Xiaoman did not force the issue; police dogs also have drug-sniffing dogs, and they don't necessarily have to go to the military.
In short, she will give Little Lightning a chance.
After hanging up the phone, she received the six new dogs and began a new round of training.
Poor Caihua, she could only hide in the heated room every day, playing hide-and-seek with the dogs. Later, when there was nowhere left to hide, she had no choice but to snuggle into people's arms.
Lu Zhiqiang, a burly man, was so frightened that he screamed.
Qiu Xiaoman had no choice but to temporarily stop adding cauliflower, and would wait until the weather warmed up.
Caihua is finally free. Every day she sits coiled up next to the Mirage Tower, and together they squat on the shoe rack in the entrance hall, becoming two door gods.
Sometimes a third person comes to our house, sometimes not.
Each time the third person came over, he would only chat with Fuze and do some wood carving, and never entered the bedroom again.
Finally, spring has arrived, the weather has warmed up, even the cats outside the window have started dating, and the heating has been turned off.
Caihua felt cold and kept burrowing into the arms of the Mirage Tower.
The mirage-like creature disliked his stench, so it flicked its tail and sent him flying off the shoe rack.
Helpless, Caihua could only shrink into Qiu Xiaoman's cotton slippers, as she hadn't been there for a while.
I heard that I went on two business trips recently, both with a colleague who draws portraits, and the collaboration went very well.
I also heard that her biological mother, incredibly, gave birth to a baby girl.
Goodness, almost forty years old, he's really working hard.
To congratulate this brave woman, the eccentric old man and the handsome young man in the family prepared gifts and went to the hospital.
When they came back, they were muttering to each other. One felt sorry for Qiu Xiaoman, while the other felt indifferent. Qiu Xiaoman had already let go of the past, and the only obstacle in her heart was Shen Qinghuai.
Therefore, the teacher and student came to a conclusion: Chan Pak-wai never loved her child. If she had, the child would never forget her and would hold a grudge.
Just like remembering Shen Qinghuai in Yunnan.
Therefore, it's definitely not worth it.
After the handsome young man finished speaking, he went to the kitchen to knead dough to make a birthday cake for the eccentric old man. The eccentric old man didn't like to eat it, what a waste.
There was some flour scattered on the ground. Caihua swam over and smelled it; it just looked like drugs. He stuck out his tongue and left in disgust.
However, the handsome young man quickly cleaned up the ground; his hygiene habits, like his face, were simply impeccable.
Time flies, Chen Baihui's child has already had a full-month celebration, and summer has passed, but Qiu Xiaoman has never come again.
On the contrary, the handsome young man took a shower one night, dressed up smartly, and went downstairs with a bouquet of flowers. He did not come back that night.
What a strange thing! It turns out that staying out all night is contagious. It's all the old man's fault for setting a bad example for the kids.
Yes, Qiu Xiaoman and Fu Ze are together.
The date was chosen to be Fuze's birthday, and no contraceptives were used.
The reason why it's not used is probably because Qiu Xiaoman, no longer bound by the official staffing system, no longer cares about those rules and regulations.
She drew all the curtains in all the rooms and lit twenty-three candles in the living room, arranging them in a heart shape.
It was supposed to be Fu Ze's birthday, but she put the longevity noodles in the pot on the eighth floor.
Well, there was no other way, so Fuze had to dress up and go to the appointment.
The last noodle ended up falling apart in the pot, but the two of them still got up in the middle of the night and ate a bite, just to make do.
The night was a bit long, after all, it was a night I never dared to imagine before. Every second was precious, and it felt like sitting in a sea of grains counting rice – frugal, yet blissful.
They are all young and can count for a long time, but tonight's is significant, so we must count slowly and carefully.
It doesn't matter if the sheets are changed twice; young people have plenty of strength.
If you use your energy in the right place, you'll reap double the joy.
Later, the two fell asleep, and in their dreams, their fingers were intertwined; this is probably what it means to be soulmates.
The next day, Fu Ze returned to spend the night, but there was someone else in the room.
On the third day, he went downstairs again to her place.
They could have lived together, but they insisted on going back and forth like they were playing house.
Caihua, puzzled, hid inside her slippers and asked, "Why isn't she wearing these shoes anymore?"
"Idiot, it's almost summer outside." Shenqilou grinned, telling him to get lost, you stinky snake.
Caihua looked aggrieved, clutching the shoe in her mouth, wriggling her thin body, thinking resentfully, "When will I be able to go back to my original size? That dog underestimates snakes."
Unfortunately, he couldn't change, so he could only humiliatingly crawl into his cotton slippers and fall fast asleep.
Inappropriate sounds were coming from the next bedroom. Caihua covered her cheek with the tip of her tail, pretending not to hear.
In the bedroom, Fu Ze surrendered: "You win. Where did you get this?"
"It was from the anti-prostitution crackdown," Qiu Xiaoman said innocently.
"You hid a book?"
"No, I asked that person for it afterward."
Pfft... Fu Ze couldn't help but laugh like a fool. He didn't understand: "You train dogs and then raid prostitution dens?"
"I was just sweeping up some meatballs," Qiu Xiaoman said helplessly.
Fuze suddenly stopped laughing: "Isn't meatball a drug too?"
"Hmm." Qiu Xiaoman didn't understand, and asked the question knowing the answer already.
Fuze pressed further, "Were you wearing a mask?"
"I've put it on, be careful." Qiu Xiaoman was convinced; her boyfriend really was like a mother hen.
That's good, she's a bit forgetful sometimes.
Fu Ze breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to tuck her bangs behind her ear, pressed down on her shoulder, and said with a little force, "You can't forget even once, understand? Not even once!"
"Hmm." Qiu Xiaoman felt pain from his pinch and raised her hand to slap him away.
Fu Ze pulled her into his arms: "I don't want you to do it anymore, it's dangerous."
"But someone has to do it." Qiu Xiaoman said helplessly. In fact, any job can be dangerous, it's just a matter of probability. Just like when they went to subdue the alien beast, it wasn't 100% successful.
Fu Ze understood all these principles, but he just couldn't stand living in fear and anxiety. He'd rather be with her.
He thought for a moment and said, "You can recommend me directly through Lao Wen's channels."
"What are you going to do?" Qiu Xiaoman was startled.
"I'll stay with you." Fu Ze said decisively.
Qiu Xiaoman refused: "No, absolutely not. If you dare to come with me, I'll break off all ties with you."
"What's the gesture for breaking up?" Fu Ze always had to crack a joke at the worst possible time.
This provoked Qiu Xiaoman to give him a good beating, but unfortunately she didn't use much force. It was just that he was already prone to turning red when touched, so it looked scary.
He said earnestly, "I'm worried, I want to go with you."
"No means no." Qiu Xiaoman was not prepared to compromise.
Fu Ze, ever stubborn, asked, "What's the reason?"
"If I get pregnant, I need you to stay safely behind the scenes and take care of the baby." Qiu Xiaoman had no choice but to use her trump card.
Fu Ze was caught off guard.
He took a deep breath, buried his face in her hair, and cried out in frustration and helplessness: "Why did this have to happen?"
She didn't want him to live in fear, so after thinking it over, she had no choice but to compromise and say, "I'll bring Caihua and Shenqilou."
"Alright then." Fu Ze calmed down. The cauliflower was secondary; the Mirage was no ordinary creature and was more than enough to provide her with protection. But... the Mirage belonged to her master.
He could only say seriously, "Master might not be willing to part with it, so don't hold a grudge against Master then."
"I know," Qiu Xiaoman said with a smile. "Don't be nervous. It's only necessary during drug raids. It's fine otherwise."
That being said, how could he not be nervous? Just think of what Little Lightning had gone through; he was terrified! He could only channel his tension into restless breathing, seeking a brief moment of peace.
Afterwards, Qiu Xiaoman collapsed in his arms, thinking helplessly, if the day really came when she sacrificed herself, would her master and senior brother really never be able to go back?
Having a child is good; perhaps the child has extraordinary talent and we can take them with us.
She turned around, curled up, and clasped her hands together in a silent prayer.
For the next three months, things were peaceful. She spent her days training dogs and practicing shooting, while Caihua naturally had to go to work to earn the three chickens she had to eat each day.
The poor little boy began a difficult life as a snake, constantly hiding and being chased by a pack of dogs.
It was a truly miserable experience, but he was still quite happy when playing PUBG. He was a good snake who clearly distinguished between gratitude and resentment; his actions, one positive and one negative, canceled each other out, so no one owed anyone anything.
Three months later, the dogs were returned to the military as scheduled. On the very first day after they were brought back, Xiang Xian called, sounding incredulous: "Wow, Xiao Qiu, how did you train them? These dogs are incredibly accurate and fast at detecting drugs."
Qiu Xiaoman said modestly, "This is not entirely my achievement; my assistant also contributed a lot."
The assistant, munching on a chicken neck, gave a thumbs-up with his tail held high. That's right.
This praise caused quite a stir, as people in Shanghai also became envious and repeatedly asked Wen Jiabao to lend them people.
Old Wen refused no matter what. Didn't you see how much he expanded the base this year? He added six trainers, three rows of kennels, and took over the heating. He even settled the money Shen Qinghuai paid last year.
He was truly incorruptible and upright.
Old Wei had no choice but to make a bet with Old Wen: "Don't be upset, but if Xiao Qiu gets married and pregnant in the future and is no longer suitable for high-intensity dog training, can you lend her to me for a few months? I'll find someone to take care of her, and she just needs to sit on the sidelines and give some pointers."
Old Wen was completely dumbfounded: "This is possible?"
Old Wei is easy to talk to, and his bottom line can be lowered: "Of course, that's how I show how much I value talent! You know, we're an international metropolis, and lately this virus has been rampant. I really need her help."
Old Wen pondered for a long time: "If that day really comes, the early stages of pregnancy are unstable, so forget it; the late stages of pregnancy are dangerous, so forget it too. Let's just say the second trimester, the third month. I'm not even sure if she'll be willing. Tell me, what kind of nonsense is this? She's not even married yet, and you're already thinking about her having a baby."
Old Wei said helplessly, "I was forced into this by you. Don't think I don't know. Your Beidu even wiped out their positions. This would never happen here. You're useless and can't protect talent. I'm too lazy to sit at the same table as you. Go to the kids' table!"
These words infuriated Lao Wen. He hung up the phone, cursing and swearing that Lao Wei would never bring toilet paper.
After her anger subsided, she realized how childish she had been. Xiao Qiu didn't even have a boyfriend yet, so why was she in such a hurry?
Qiu Xiaoman, who was sneezing affectionately with her boyfriend, sneezed.
Who's talking about her behind her back? Never mind, I have to go on a business trip tomorrow, I'll just have my fun today.
The two didn't fall asleep until midnight. Fu Ze was somewhat relieved that he had to go on a business trip, giving him some time to relax. But then he worried: why did he have to go on another business trip? And the content was classified—wasn't that drug enforcement?
No, he got up in the middle of the night, intending to find his disguise mask and follow him from a distance.
The eccentric old man disagreed.
He took out his Thunder Clock and struck out a snow-white snake: "This is a top-quality snake that I spent more than half a year searching for, running around construction sites and newsstands. Take a look."
Fu Ze grabbed the snake by the tail and looked at it. Hey, it had horns growing on its head!
This is a rare find! He was somewhat surprised: "Master, you're amazing! Where did you find it?"
"On an island in the South China Sea, an American warship ran aground. During the salvage operation, someone saw this thing, and it even made the news. I dived into the sea and went through a lot of trouble to catch it. How about making it a protective spirit beast for your junior sister?"
"That's great." Fu Ze breathed a sigh of relief. This was an albino Tengjiao, a rudimentary form of a dragon, or, in the fashionable local parlance, a sub-adult form of a dragon.
The one Master caught already had a horn on its head, and a small bump on the other side, so it was definitely going to grow horns. It was definitely about to transform into a dragon, and its strength should not be underestimated.
He was a little surprised: "How could there be a Tengjiao here?"
“Your junior sister opened a spacetime wormhole once, and we opened one again when we came here. Who knows what might have followed us?” The strange old man wasn’t surprised. He was looking for these rare things everywhere, which was why he guessed that something like this had happened.
However, Fu Ze still didn't understand: "Wouldn't it be better if I went along?"
"Do you really want to get yourself and your junior sister wiped out in one fell swoop?" Although the old man had an eccentric temper, he still got straight to the point.
Fu Ze remained silent for a moment: "Okay, I understand."
To be on the safe side, the eccentric old man instructed, "Don't feed Xiaohua and the other two anymore. They've all gotten as fat as pigs. I had them sterilized, and they'll all grow big cheeks soon. Who will recognize them then? From now on, you're staying here and don't go out."
"Then how am I supposed to see my junior sister?" Fu Ze asked, somewhat annoyed.
The old man taunted him without hesitation: "Oh, you could tolerate not seeing me for months, but you can't this time?"
Fu Ze blushed and remained silent.
The eccentric old man kicked him: "We'll talk about it when your junior sister comes back. Nobody outside knows that these two houses have been connected. Only the renovation team knows. I'll find Shen Qinghuai and see if he can bribe those people to shut them up."
In this way, unsuspecting people would only think that these are two houses, just neighbors.
Actually, the inside is connected.
Fu Ze was persuaded and returned to the bedroom, looking at the sleeping Qiu Xiaoman with a heart full of pity.
He checked her bag again to make sure everything was there, including sanitary napkins. Only then did he decide to go to sleep.
Not wanting to disturb her, I curled up in the small space next to her and made do for the night.
The next morning, as expected, she kicked him to the ground.
Qiu Xiaoman didn't mean it, and quickly went to help him up: "Are you alright, senior brother?"
"It's alright." Fu Ze stood up, still worried about her business trip, so he pulled her into the living room to show her the soaring dragon under the Thunder Sound Clock.
Qiu Xiaoman was overjoyed: "For me?"
Fu Ze wrapped his arms around her waist from behind: "Master captured him from the South China Sea. You can mark him with a protective beast seal so that when you go back in the future, you can take him with you. That way, you won't have treated him unfairly."
"Okay." Qiu Xiaoman nuzzled his cheek. "Then you wait for me at home, and don't go out and follow me."
Fuze didn't speak, so she could only repeat it.
Fu Ze sighed helplessly, "Fine, I promise you."
"Pinky promise".
"How childish you are."
"Mind your own business, pinky promise."
"Pinky promise".
"If you don't keep your word, I'll get into trouble—"
"Junior sister! You've gone too far!" Fu Ze was angry. When the smiling tiger is truly angry, he becomes a real tiger.
Her eyes were red! She was so angry.
Qiu Xiaoman turned around and gently stroked his cheek: "I have to do this. One day, when we have a baby, I need you to be safe with the baby, not hiding from us. I'm willing to have a baby with you, shouldn't you be happy?"
"What's the use of having a baby if you're not here?" Fu Ze's eyes welled up with tears.
Qiu Xiaoman had no choice but to stand on tiptoe and kiss away the tear stains at the corners of his eyes: "Then you must keep your promise, and I will keep my promise too. I will come back safely every time."
"Pinky promise." Fu Ze sniffed.
"How childish you are!" she retorted, returning his words verbatim.
Fu Ze grabbed her and pinned her down: "Mind your own business, pinky promise."
"Which pinky?" Qiu Xiaoman, having caught his quip, made an inappropriate joke.
Fu Ze blushed slightly: "I'll pull it when you get back, you can pull it however you want."
"Shameless." Qiu Xiaoman left with a smile, taking with her the newly branded dragon and the smelly cauliflower.
She asked Fu Ze to give Teng Jiao a name, which was Ping An.
It symbolizes peace and safety, wishing every anti-drug police officer and anti-drug dog in the world peace and safety.
Wearing sunglasses, a baseball cap, and a scarf that almost completely covered his face, Qiu Xiaoman went to an alley near the Criminal Investigation Department to pick up the plane ticket that Captain Zou had personally delivered.
Upon landing in Yunnan, the group they had previously wiped out turned out to be just a small leader and his henchmen of a large-scale cross-border drug trafficking syndicate.
This time, it's big.
Qiu Xiaoman boarded the plane without taking off her sunglasses, hat, or scarf.
However, after she took off, Xie Yuling still received a call from Wu Lili: "She's taken the bait."
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Author's Note: I wonder if I might be suited to writing romance novels? I don't know. Today I've been sitting in front of the computer, and, clattering away, I've written almost 30,000 words.
I also cooked meals and took the kids to and from school twice during that time; I'm practically a keyboard prodigy.
It seems like there are no lags.
Actually, because there was no revenue and it couldn't make it onto the charts, I planned to end it sooner. But I couldn't bear to end it hastily, since it was my first time trying this kind of role. So I gritted my teeth and released a lot of chapters to finish it off.
I know everyone wants to see cats and dogs more, so here's the next book. The initial theme of this book is that an unloved child is coming back to overcome his inner demons.
Sorry. If any readers are not satisfied, please leave me a message after the series is finished, and I'll send you a red envelope (cash gift). Thank you everyone for your support. Sending love!
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