Chapter 18: She Is My Woman
Fat helped me carry the items, casually hugging the pile of bones wrapped in clothing. When he let go, the bones fell to the ground, startling him into exclaiming, "What the hell! Brother Qi, you can't just bring back a dead person's bones like this!"
"I'm making bone soup for you tonight."
Fat grimaced and pointed at the bones on the floor. "You mean, use this?"
"You're being disrespectful to the deceased. She might come back to haunt you tonight." I walked over, picked up a piece of red silk cloth, and began to gather the bones, muttering, "Don't be surprised; he's always been careless. Just don't get mad."
"Brother Qi, don't scare me. Whose bones are these?"
I wrapped up the bones and gave him a mischievous smile. "Go close the door; I want to introduce you to a beautiful woman."
"A beautiful woman? Where?" The moment he heard about a beauty, his eyes lit up, and he eagerly looked outside.
I didn't want to frighten Fat by revealing that the bones actually belonged to a beautiful woman. I was in a hurry to take care of something important. But before I could do that, I needed to prepare. Fat was talking to me, but I wasn't paying attention; my mind was focused on tidying myself up in front of the mirror. After making sure everything was in order, I took out a stash of money I had saved over the years—thick bundles that I had been reluctant to spend or use—totaling three thousand four hundred and eighty-eight.
Speaking of which, the Sichuan Basin is quite humid; even with my careful storage, some of the bills seemed damp and lacked firmness.
To be cautious, I didn’t take out all the money; instead, I tucked a few bills under my armpit as I prepared to propose to Han Mi.
"Mi, you have to wait for me. Our relationship needs to reach a conclusion." I was ready to propose. Despite feeling exhausted and wanting nothing more than to sleep deeply, I feared that if I did so, I'd wake up only to find that my chance had slipped away.
Oh right, the kite I promised Han Mi seemed unrealistic to buy now. However, this amount of money would be enough for her to buy many kites. Thinking about this lifted my spirits instantly. After adjusting my appearance in front of the mirror once more, I couldn't help but feel that I looked incredibly handsome.
I would surely impress my future mother-in-law! Filled with confidence, I dashed out the door. Fat chased after me and asked, "Brother Qi, where are you going? Aren't you going to sleep?"
"I'm going to see my daughter-in-law." Without looking back, I ran onto the street and decisively hailed a taxi.
"Take me to Han Family Village," I instructed once inside.
"Sure thing!"
We are not far from Han Family Village; it only takes me about twenty minutes to get there on my motorcycle. A car would be even faster. It has been a long time since I last visited Han Family Village, and it has truly changed a lot. The rural roads lead right to the doorsteps of every home, crisscrossing in all directions. I still remember the way to Han Mi's place.
Han Mi lives in Xiawan Village, and I can see the road signs along the way, making it easier to find.
Unfortunately, these rural roads are currently occupied by a flock of ducks being herded by farmers, waddling along and leaving droppings everywhere. As cars drive over them, they spread the mess even further. The fields are bustling with activity; the rice ears hang heavy, swaying gently in the wind.
Harvesters are running back and forth in the fields, while the landowners follow alongside, handing over bags. Occasionally, someone notices a red taxi passing by; we have already traveled quite a distance.
The road leading to Han Mi's house is similar, but this one winds its way past her front door. A white sedan is parked along the road that leads to another direction, right across from Han Mi's house in a designated parking spot. The road stretches out like a gray ribbon from beneath the car and extends far into the distance, disappearing from sight.
I get out of the car and remind the driver, "Wait for me a moment; I'll be right back. I'll give you extra later."
As I step out and head inside, I'm curious about who owns that car. I hear the driver agree to my request. "Sure thing, no problem."
I give a thumbs-up gesture and excitedly walk in.
"Woof woof—" Damn! A big yellow dog comes bounding at me with its tail wagging and barking loudly, startling me. Hearing the barking, someone comes out from inside; it's Han Mi's cousin, Han Lan.
Han Lan's eyes light up as she stares at me intently. Her cheeks are puffed out with something in her mouth, making her face look slightly distorted. She moves whatever it is to a less obstructive position in her mouth so she can speak clearly. It seems she was holding a piece of candy on her tongue. She asks, "Ma Qi, what brings you here?" After not seeing each other for a long time, I notice that this girl has gained a bit of weight; she looks more appealing now, exuding that unique feminine charm that makes her more attractive to men.
"I'm looking for your sister. Is she home?"
"Looking for my sister?" Han Lan sighs in disappointment. "I thought you were here for me." Then she remembers I asked about Han Mi and quickly adds, "You’re too late; my sister is on a blind date right now. Look, she's even got her wedding candies with her... you’ll have to figure it out!"
Han Lan is very close to me; her figure is curvaceous with a slim waist and shapely legs, leaving behind a fragrant breeze as she sways out the door.
A blind date? No way! I can't believe Han Mi would agree to that. If that were true, with the big yellow dog barking at me and Han Mi at home, she should have come out to see who it was.
Just as I'm thinking this, the big yellow dog gives me an unfriendly glance. It had been lying down but suddenly stands up with its fur bristling and its tail wagging vigorously as it lunges at me with bared teeth. If it weren't for the iron chain holding it back—damn—I would be in trouble.
Seeing how aggressively it lunges at me makes me fear it might break free from its chain. I quickly pull out a Silencing Talisman from my pocket, draw it through the air while silently reciting an incantation, and flash it at the big yellow dog: "Shut up, Old Yellow."
The big yellow dog falls silent and sits down on the ground with a pitiful look directed at me.
I had just dealt with the Big Yellow Dog, and I was feeling quite pleased with myself when I turned around and froze.
Han Mi had come out with her parents and a very well-dressed man. I couldn't tell if they had seen me with the Big Yellow Dog, but my heart sank a little. I forced a smile and called out to Han Mi, "Mi, I'm here to see you. This is something you like." I extended the item toward her.
Han Mi looked pale, as if she had no energy. After a moment's hesitation, she prepared to reach for it, but unexpectedly, the unfamiliar man stepped in first and took it from my hands. He muttered dismissively, "What a piece of junk. Mi, you wouldn't watch this." He tossed it aside carelessly.
I glanced at it and hurried over to pick it up, brushing off the dust as if it were a treasure. The way that strange man spoke so intimately to Mi ignited a fire of jealousy within me. I set the item down and stepped forward to grab Mi's hand. "Who are you? On what grounds do you criticize something I gave her?" Mi looked embarrassed and opened her mouth to speak, but I waved my hand dismissively. "Forget it. I'm here to take you away."
"You dare," Mi's father shouted. I wasn't afraid; it was just that Mi pulled away from me and obediently stood next to that man, leaving me confused.
Mi liked me—didn't she? Had she changed her mind? Because of the Spirit Snake's appearance, which had caused trouble for Zhou Mengyao, I couldn't let Mi be influenced by someone she didn't like. I was willing to do anything for her. This visit was meant to show my profession in a more cheerful light; this outfit was a gift from Qin Jian—half new yet stylish.
Mi's mother clearly harbored hostility toward my arrival. She smiled coldly and said, "Ma Qi, what are you doing here? Get lost, or I'll throw dirty water on you."
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