Upon hearing it was Jian Ying’s voice, Qin Jian quickly rolled up An Hao’s clothes and placed them beside the bed before heading to open the door.
To say that Jian Ying’s nickname was "Jian Fox" wasn’t the slightest bit false; seeing An Hao lying in bed, grasping the quilt, with her discarded clothes beside her, he instantly understood what had happened.
He chuckled, placing the fruit he bought on the ground, "Old Qin, I came to check on how sister-in-law is doing! It’s nothing serious, right?"
An Hao hadn’t expected Jian Ying to come over at all. Hearing the laughter in his voice, her face burned even more fiercely.
She feared Jian Ying would tease her, and also feared he might think she was frivolous, so she shrank entirely under the quilt, neither making a sound nor showing her head.
Qin Jian turned his head to glance at An Hao, seeing her curled up like a little silkworm, he knew she was feeling shy.
Inviting Jian Ying inside in this situation indeed seemed inappropriate.
Jian Ying, a man with great tact, took the initiative, "Old Qin, come out and let’s chat for a bit!"
"You rest well! I’ll come back soon." Qin Jian said a few words to her and then closed the door as he went out with Jian Ying.
The two men left the guesthouse and found a big tree to shelter from the rain underneath.
Compared to the morning, the rain had lessened quite a bit.
"Tsk tsk tsk, who would’ve thought, eh? If someone had told me half a year ago that Qin Jian would take a second look at a woman, I wouldn’t have believed it. But now... you really dote on your little wife who hasn’t passed the threshold to your house yet, right to the bone," Jian Ying couldn’t help but exclaim.
"Isn’t a wife brought home exactly for doting upon? She’ll be mine sooner or later! What’s the difference between doting on her earlier or later?" Qin Jian said, raising an eyebrow at Jian Ying.
"Aiyo! Aiyo! Aiyo yo! Am I hearing things? Am I mistaken? Is this really that ’Perennial Iceberg’ Qin Jian who wouldn’t even spare a woman a glance?" Jian Ying teased him with a bad smile, "Even heroes find it hard to surpass the beauty’s gate! Honestly, seeing your little wife dressed like that, you didn’t have any other thoughts?"
Qin Jian stared at Jian Ying for a long time before slowly letting a single word escape his thin lips, "Scram!"
"Hahahahaha!" Jian Ying burst into roaring laughter, "Commander Qin, you really are undone by An Hao."
Whenever his old partner had nothing to say, he would give him this one word.
"Is there a problem? Jian Ying, I find that sometimes you really ask for a beating," Qin Jian said, clenching his fists.
"Did I strike a nerve? Ah, having a young wife is great! I’m not that lucky, my woman at home is turning into a yellow-faced woman already!"
"Fine. I will report this sentence to Wen Qing verbatim," Qin Jian said, expressionless.
"Don’t, don’t, don’t! You really mustn’t let her know. Otherwise, I reckon she won’t let me climb into her bed for a whole month," Jian Ying quickly pleaded for mercy.
Qin Jian nodded thoughtfully, "Then I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself now."
"What opportunity?" Jian Ying asked.
"Accompany me to buy a set of clothes for An Hao." An Hao was still undressed, and with the weather overcast and raining incessantly, without a bit of sunshine, her washed clothes couldn’t dry.
We can’t have her stay without clothes all the time, can we?
"Sorry, but really, I can’t do this. I have to rush back soon; there is work waiting for me!"
"Work is more important, you go ahead!" Qin Jian said to Jian Ying.
"Alright, then I’m leaving." After speaking, Jian Ying was about to leave but was suddenly grabbed by Qin Jian, "Wait!"