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Chapter Seventy: Don't Let Her Get Too Tired
Mao Tong saw that Brother Tiger did not pursue the matter further and quickly nodded, "Yes, I will go."
"Well, I didn't expect you to be such a sentimental one," Brother Tiger said with a slight smile. High school students are just high school students—lustful and broke, they can only go to those kinds of places. Thinking about how Mao Tong also came back from there, Brother Tiger's expression changed again as he sternly warned, "Mao Tong, if you do anything shameful like that again, don't think you can hang out with me. I, Chen Hu, can't afford to lose face."
"Brother Tiger, calm down, calm down." Mao Tong nodded and smiled nervously, afraid of offending Brother Tiger. Seeing Brother Tiger relax a bit, he added, "Brother Tiger, that Zhang Qiu might not have gone there for that."
"Not for that?" Brother Tiger raised an eyebrow, the flesh on his face quivering slightly. "Then why did he go to that kind of place?"
"Brother Tiger, it seems he might have gone to meet classmates or something like that."
"Meet classmates? A student from No. 1 High School in a place like that? Are you out of your mind?"
"Brother Tiger, please let me finish." With a worried expression, Mao Tong looked at the impatient Brother Tiger. "In that room, besides the woman, there were two young and beautiful girls. Brother Tiger, they were absolute beauties."
"Alright, alright." Brother Tiger didn't want to see Mao Tong's distressed face any longer and waved his hand. "You can go now; just remember to get the job done. You won't miss out on the benefits."
"Yes, Brother Tiger."
"Wait!"
Just as Mao Tong was about to leave, he was called back by Brother Tiger. His heart sank; Brother Tiger wouldn't be punishing him again, would he? "Brother Tiger, is there anything else?" Mao Tong asked cautiously.
"Take off that broken chain around your neck!"
"Yes, yes." Mao Tong hurriedly took it off and held it in his hand. Brother Leopard glared again, and Mao Tong immediately threw the Big Gold Chain into the Trash Bin.
"Come to me for money in the future. If you're going to indulge, at least find a good place. Don't forget your identity. Now get lost."
"Thank you, Brother Tiger. Thank you, Brother Tiger."
Mao Tong retreated from the office, leaving only Chen Hu in the large office.
"Zhang Qiu, I remember you," Brother Tiger said as he lit another cigarette.
...
"Slowly looking back at the nights that belonged to each other..."
Zhang Qiu opened his eyes, turned off the alarm clock, and glanced at Jiang Xue, who was sleeping beside him. He gently nudged her awake and whispered in her ear, "It's time. Are you ready for school?"
"Of course I am," Jiang Xue replied as she turned over and sat up, rubbing her eyes. Zhang Qiu placed a light kiss on her forehead and got out of bed to wash up.
Everything had become less convenient since moving, but fortunately, the weather had warmed up, allowing them to wash up in the yard. Jiang Xue didn't wear makeup; she combed her hair inside before heading out to wash her face in the yard. In fifteen minutes, both of them were done.
"Let's go," Zhang Qiu said as he hugged Jiang Xue from behind.
"Hey, what happened? Why did you take off the bandage?" Jiang Xue exclaimed as she saw in the mirror that the bandage around Zhang Qiu's head was gone. She quickly turned around to question him.
Zhang Qiu chuckled, "It's fine now; I just took it off."
"You can't do that! The doctor said it should stay on for five days. What if it gets infected?"
"That's just an ordinary person. As for me, I recover in one night. Just take a look if you don't believe me."
Zhang Qiu turned around to show Jiang Xue his wound. Jiang Xue was skeptical, but seeing Zhang Qiu's earnest expression, she tiptoed and gently parted his hair. What she saw shocked her; Zhang Qiu's wound had already scabbed over, and in some places, it was even starting to peel off, revealing new flesh underneath.
"How is it?" Zhang Qiu felt uncertain himself. When he woke up, he noticed the wound didn't hurt anymore, but he couldn't see the back of his head and could only feel it with his hand, which felt hard and scabby.
"It really has healed," Jiang Xue said, her face filled with disbelief.
Zhang Qiu smiled and turned back around. "I wasn't lying to you, your husband is not an ordinary person."
"Hmph." Jiang Xue shot him a glance. "Really, how did you recover so quickly?"
"I'm not sure either; it might be related to this." Zhang Qiu pulled out the White Tiger from his jacket, stroking it as he continued, "It might have something to do with this family heirloom. Ever since I got it, my recovery ability seems to be extraordinary."
"Is it really that magical?"
"Yes. Do you remember the time I accidentally stabbed myself? It was because of this. The doctor wanted me to stay in the hospital, but I insisted on going home. When the doctor examined me later, he was shocked by my unusual physique and strong recovery ability."
Jiang Xue listened in a daze as Zhang Qiu chuckled, "Are you reassured now?"
Jiang Xue shook her head. "Not reassured."
"..." Zhang Qiu was speechless.
"How about this: I'll accompany you for another check-up at noon. I want to hear it directly from the doctor before I feel at ease." Although it sounded like a suggestion, Jiang Xue's tone left no room for Zhang Qiu to refuse, so he had no choice but to agree.
"Is that jade pendant really like your uncle's, meant to save humanity?"
Save humanity? Could this year's apocalypse really be true? But even if it were, how could I possibly save anyone? Build a Noah's Ark? Zhang Qiu shook his head. "I don't know either."
Jiang Xue smiled and said, "It might really be true. I have high hopes for you, great hero."
"I'll just be a great hero for you alone."
"Come on, we need to hurry or we'll be late!"
Before Jiang Xue could react to Zhang Qiu's words, she saw the minute hand pointing to six and gasped, breaking free from Zhang Qiu's embrace. "Hurry up, let's go!"
The electric vehicle was parked in the yard. Zhang Qiu helped Jiang Xue get settled before riding out the gate. Once on the smooth road, he twisted the throttle all the way and sped toward the school, thankfully not arriving late.
Zhang Qiu and Jiang Xue entered the classroom one after the other, naturally attracting many gazes, especially from Jiang Xue's roommates. They looked at her and giggled, making her blush and avoid eye contact. Xiaolan, who sat next to Jiang Xue, leaned over with a mischievous grin and whispered, "Jiang Xue, where did you go last night since you didn't return to the dorm?"
"My Second Uncle and Auntie came over." Jiang Xue spoke in a very low voice. Xiaolan looked at her in disbelief. "So are you going back to the dorm tonight?"
"Oh dear!" Jiang Xue pushed Xiaolan away just as their Chinese teacher Bai Xiuqing walked in with textbooks, causing Xiaolan to temporarily relent.
Zhang Qiu faced similar inquiries as soon as he sat down. Wang Zhengxiang kept asking if he and Jiang Xue had spent the night together. Zhang Qiu just smiled without answering; if he admitted it, Wang Zhengxiang would blab about it during class, and everyone would know.
"Classmates, we won't be memorizing classical texts this morning. I'll have the class representative hand out some papers shortly; they're all sentences from past college entrance exams that need correction. Do as many as you can; we'll go over them in class," Bai Xiuqing announced before handing a stack of papers to the class representative and sitting down at her desk to focus on her own work.
Zhang Qiu glanced at the densely packed questions on the paper and tossed it aside. Seeing Bai Xiuqing engrossed in her work, he secretly pulled out a copy of Bai Lu Yuan from his camouflage bag and spread it out on his desk. As he read, he stole glances at Jiang Xue, who was seriously working on her problems, a strand of hair slipping down to her eye without her noticing. Zhang Qiu smiled lightly and soon became immersed in the story.
"Stand for a moment."
Zhang Qiu suddenly woke up, realizing that falling asleep again was simply adding to his troubles. As he pondered how to respond, he discovered that the teacher was not addressing him. Bai Xiuqing had actually walked over to Jiang Xue's desk, where Jiang Xue stood with her head down, obediently holding a corner of her language book in her right hand.
Bai Xiuqing glanced at Zhang Qiu and teased, "Oh, look at you being so self-aware today. If you're tired, just stand up for a bit." It was clear that she was in a good mood today.
Bai Xiuqing didn't make things difficult for Jiang Xue and left after calling her. Once Bai Xiuqing returned to the podium, Zhang Qiu saw Jiang Xue turn around and give him a sweet smile, which instantly lifted his spirits.
As soon as class ended, Jiang Xue came over to Zhang Qiu's desk and said with a smile, "Want to go have breakfast?"
"No thanks, I have something to take care of."
"Alright then, make sure to take care of yourself." Jiang Xue pouted her lips adorably. If they weren't in the classroom, Zhang Qiu would have leaned in for a kiss.
Zhang Qiu stood up and ruffled Jiang Xue's hair, saying, "Be good." He then called out to Xiaolan, who was about to leave, "Xiaolan."
Xiaolan paused for a moment, staring blankly at Zhang Qiu. "Aren't you two going together? I don't want to be a third wheel."
"I have something to do today, so I'm leaving my wife in your care. Please take good care of her," Zhang Qiu said as he took Jiang Xue's hand and placed it in Xiaolan's.
"Don't worry; I will definitely take good care of Mrs. Qiu. You also need to look after her and not let her get tired. Did you hear me? She fell asleep during self-study this morning; Jiang Xue never used to do that," Xiaolan said with a mischievous smile.
Zhang Qiu smiled sheepishly and replied, "Okay, okay, I promise."
"Alright then." Jiang Xue pushed Xiaolan toward the door and turned back to remind Zhang Qiu once more, "Be careful; you still have an injury."
"Okay." Zhang Qiu nodded in agreement.
Not long after Xiaolan left, Zhang Qiu also went downstairs, avoiding the peak dining hours, and walked toward the school gate. Zhang Qiu neither asked the homeroom teacher for leave nor sought Director Zhao's signature, heading directly to the guardroom.
Inside the guardroom, three guards were sitting at a table eating. Each of them held a stainless steel bowl. Upon seeing Zhang Qiu, they all froze. Especially the red-faced guard, who avoided Zhang Qiu's gaze. The older guard asked Zhang Qiu, "Is there something you need?"
"Yes, I need to go out for a bit to take care of something."
Seeing that Zhang Qiu was not moving, the older guard looked up and asked, "Where's your leave slip?"
"I'm sorry, I don't have a leave slip. I'll just be out for a little while and then come back." Despite what had happened before, Zhang Qiu still spoke sincerely, both out of politeness and for convenience.
The guards exchanged glances, and the older guard put away the registration book, saying, "Come back early."
"Okay, thank you."
The school gate slowly opened a small gap, and Zhang Qiu walked out. Turning left, he took out his phone to make a call: "Do you have time? Come out and help me with something."
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