Chapter 10 I don't want to become a widower either.
"So your wife really isn't Kanna?"
"Does Kanna know that you're making up random potential partners for her?"
Kong Feifei touched her nose sheepishly: "Well, it's just that you don't seem to have many women around you, and I was thinking that you two have worked together quite a few times in the past two years, so maybe feelings might have developed over time..."
As he spoke, he realized it was inappropriate, so he quickly clasped his hands together and bowed towards the phone, saying, "I'm sorry, Miss Kang, I went too far. Please don't mind."
Liang Minghe looked at him coldly: "My wife's name is Zhou Jinqin. I remember telling you that."
"I do remember, but I just can't believe it."
"It's only because I know you that I'm here. Otherwise, with your flamboyant face, who would believe you're still a virgin?" Kong Feifei scooped up a large spoonful of sea cucumber rice and stuffed it into her mouth, speaking indistinctly, "But this whole thing is really suspicious. Take that bed you asked me to buy, for example. I've never seen a newlywed couple buy a single bed. Don't you think it's strange that I don't believe you?"
Kong Feifei's family runs a furniture business. When they come to weddings, they usually buy a 1.8-meter by 2-meter bed. They've never seen anyone go for a 1.2-meter bed. How can you even move around in that size?
"Cough cough!" Liang Minghe almost choked on the herbal tea in his hand. He tried to remain calm and said, "That was given to the cat to sleep with. It's my wife's cat from her family home, so it's normal for it to get better treatment."
“Oh, for the cat to sleep on…” Kong Feifei revealed a meaningful expression. He looked at Liang Ming and the almost empty glass of cold tea in his hand, and said quietly, “If this marriage is true, then I can reasonably guess that you were actually in an arranged marriage by your elders, but they don’t like you and won’t let you sleep with them. You can see them but can’t have them, so you’re now bottling up your anger and drinking this cold tea.”
"..." Liang Minghe was speechless for a moment. He retorted with a sour face, "I think you've ruined your brain by playing on your phone."
Kong Feifei didn't care what he said; right now, he was clearly immersed in his own fantasy world and oblivious to the world around him.
"Speaking of cell phones, is it possible that your wife is actually a softie, she can run on electricity, which is why you didn't bring her to dinner tonight?"
Liang Ming coldly replied, "That's impossible."
Kong Feifei grinned and pretended to shout into his phone, "Zhou Jinqin, Zhou Jinqin, Liang Minghe misses you. Your husband has requested to connect with you."
As luck would have it, just as he finished speaking, his phone, which had been black, suddenly lit up, and the caller ID displayed the name "Zhou Jinqin".
Kong Feifei opened her mouth wide, and Liang Minghe casually tossed a steamed bun in.
He wiped his hands and quickly answered the phone: "Hello, what's up? Why are you calling me all of a sudden?"
Liang Minghe was quite surprised to receive Zhou Jinqin's call at this hour. Just an hour earlier, he had received news that she had just finished her interview, and she should still be on the subway home right now.
Zhou Jinqin hesitated before speaking, her voice soft and slightly embarrassed: "Liang Minghe, I'm at the police station right now. Would it be convenient for you to come and pick me up?"
Liang Minghe's eyelids twitched. Just as he was about to ask further questions, he heard other people speaking on the other end of the line. Judging from their tone, they were probably police officers: "Young man, your wife was a hero. She's fine, just a little frightened. Be careful on your way here, don't worry too much."
Zhou Jinqin echoed, her voice gentle and soft, showing no signs of anything unusual: "Yes, don't worry, I'm fine. Just take your time."
Hearing this, Liang Minghe breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, that's good. Wait a moment, I'll be there in about half an hour."
Kong Feifei, who had witnessed the whole thing, stared wide-eyed, goosebumps rising all over his body: "Wait, you really have a wife? That soft tone, could it really be you?"
Liang Minghe snorted coldly and quickly packed his things: "I'm leaving, I need to go charge my wife's phone."
Liang Minghe arrived at the police station seven or eight minutes earlier than expected. His face was covered in fine beads of sweat, and much of his hair was soaked and clumped together.
Zhou Jinqin stepped forward, her brows furrowing slightly, her tone unconsciously carrying a hint of reproach: "Didn't we agree to take our time? Why are you rushing?"
Liang Minghe pointed to the wound on her arm: "If I had come later, would your wound have healed?"
"I was just worried you'd get distracted on the way..." Zhou Jinqin pouted, her voice lacking confidence, "Besides, it's really just a superficial injury, nothing serious."
"Oh dear, your husband is just feeling sorry for you." The police officer next to him smiled and said, "The person involved has sobered up and admitted their mistake. Since you two are both here, you can discuss whether you want to pursue the matter further."
Liang Minghe inquired about the general course of events, then asked Zhou Jinqin, "What do you think?"
After all, she is the victim, and the choice of whether or not to forgive her should be hers.
Before Zhou Jinqin could even open her mouth, her gaze met that of the woman in the chair. The woman finally stopped hesitating and walked towards the two of them.
The woman was only thirty years old, but she seemed particularly reserved when facing people her own age.
She lowered her head, fidgeting nervously with her fingers, not daring to look at Zhou Jinqin, much less at the wound on her arm.
She took a deep breath, but her voice was still trembling: "Ms. Zhou, could you please forgive my husband?"
"I know this request is a bit excessive, but my child depends on this man to support him, and I certainly don't want to speak well of him unless absolutely necessary." Tears suddenly rolled down the woman's cheeks. "Please, please... please..."
As the woman reached for Zhou Jinqin's arm, Liang Minghe pulled her behind him first. His tone was slightly harsher: "Madam, we are the victims. Whether or not we forgive them is a matter of personal feelings and reason, and we hope you understand."
The woman knew she was in the wrong. She took a step back, shrinking back and muttering, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Looking at the woman's weathered and embarrassed face, Zhou Jinqin tugged at Liang Minghe's sleeve, tilted her head back, and asked softly, "If I choose to forgive, will you think I'm too saintly?"
Her hair was cut too short, and many stray hairs couldn't be tied up. Because of the fighting, most of the clips used to hold it in place had gone astray, and her hair was now a complete mess.
Liang Minghe reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his voice softening: "No, I know you've thought this through carefully. Besides, you're the victim, and no one has the right to blame you for either choice."
Zhou Jinqin looked up, a smile finally appearing on her face: "Okay."
She ultimately didn't ask for an apology, but she insisted on receiving financial compensation.
An apology is merely a verbal expression; it requires no sincerity or reflection. Such a trivial matter is effortless for a habitual offender, whereas a physical expense would be far more painful.
Zhou Jinqin ignored the man's furious expression and left the mediation room without looking back.
The woman followed closely behind, a fawning smile on her face: "Thank you, Miss Zhou, I really..."
Zhou Jinqin interrupted her, telling her to unlock her phone.
The woman was completely confused, but she still chose to do as instructed.
Zhou Jinqin opened the QR code on her phone and transferred the compensation she had just received, along with the 1,000 yuan subsidy she had given herself.
"This..." The woman was somewhat taken aback.
"Buy the baby formula and keep it safe yourself. Don't let your husband know." Zhou Jinqin didn't want to say much, but looking at the other woman's timid eyes, she couldn't help but speak up. "Liu Xiaoyue, you are yourself first, and then a wife and mother. When the child is older, you might as well try to go out and try to earn money to support yourself. Be a vine that can grow on its own without relying on others."
Liu Xiaoyue later learned about a plant called periwinkle, a climbing semi-shrub that, when lacking support, does not force itself to climb or give up, but instead chooses to tenaciously overcome and adapt to environmental changes, changing its growth form to spread across the ground or grow in independent clumps.
When she went to more distant places, Liu Xiaoyue discovered that such plants were actually everywhere in nature, and she would be one of them.
On the way back, Zhou Jinqin leaned against the headrest and said in a muffled voice, "Liang Minghe, thank you for your trouble tonight. Thank you for coming all this way."
Their time together was always spent in the rain, but today the weather was unusually sunny, so Liang Minghe didn't turn on the air conditioner, but instead opened the window to let some air in.
“What’s the trouble of picking up your own wife? I was going to be your personal driver today anyway.” Liang Minghe laughed freely. “Besides, as the family member of a hero who did a good deed, I’m also benefiting from this today.”
He said in an exaggerated tone, "It's simply—an honor to share in it."
"Wife..." He could always easily utter these two ambiguous words, and Zhou Jinqin still couldn't remain calm.
She blushed, awkwardly turned her head to look out the window, and said in a slightly unnatural voice, "Thank you."
Liang Minghe did not respond, but only said, "However, I am not happy that you did not put your own safety first."
He looked at her profile and said helplessly, "But I think you don't regret it. If you were given another chance, you would probably still do it without hesitation."
Zhou Jinqin truly had no regrets. She was only afraid that if she had hesitated for even a second longer, that piece of metal would have definitely hit Liu Xiaoyue's temple.
The temple is located at the junction of the parietal bone, frontal bone, temporal bone, and sphenoid bone. The skull plate at this point is only about one to two millimeters thick, and can be easily pierced by a chopstick. At the same time, a large number of important blood vessels are distributed here, making it a very vulnerable area of the human body. Any heavy blow here could be life-threatening.
Zhou Jinqin was speechless for a moment, her lips parted and closed, but she could only say some innocuous words: "I'm sorry, it was my oversight. I will be more careful in the future."
Liang Minghe gently touched the wound on her arm, her long eyelashes drooping obediently. His voice was deep and veiled with a soft mist: "Does it hurt?"
Zhou Jinqin shook her head, feeling a warmth from his palm covering that spot, which warmed her heart as well. Her eyes, as if drawn by a string, unconsciously looked into those dark eyes: "It doesn't hurt."
“Although I shouldn’t bind you with responsibility and love, I still hope that when you make your decision, you remember that you are no longer alone.” Liang Minghe looked firmly into her eyes. “You probably don’t want Tuantuan to become a child from a single-parent family, do you?”
He paused for a moment, then looked up with a smile: "Of course, I don't want to become a widower either."
A note from the author:
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Thank you for the nutrient solution! [Sprinkling flowers]
Kong Feifei: Your wife is a steamed bun [Oh oh oh]
Liang Minghe: Your wife is the real idiot! [Angry]
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