Her hands were ceaselessly scratching at Qin Fen, and her legs struggled as though they were in a spasm.
Looking at her face turning purple, Qin Fen finally let go, "I’m telling you, I’m your man! You married me, so you should treat me as your sky! I’m not Qin Jian, I won’t indulge you like he indulges An Hao!"
Song Yueqin gasped for air, panting for a long time until her breathing evened out.
Tears welled up in her eyes but stubbornly refused to roll down her cheeks.
Just now, she had taken a trip to the brink of death and almost stayed there!
She had never imagined that beneath the appearance of a man who looked like a gutless chicken hid a heart full of violence.
Seeing that Song Yueqin had calmed down, Qin Fen fell asleep contentedly.
But Song Yueqin couldn’t sleep. She got up in the middle of the night, sat alone in the living room for a while, then pushed open the door and stepped onto the balcony.
Standing in the cold wind, her tears finally fell in torrents.
What had happened to her life?
Why did everything change after that one night?
Before, she had been in control of An Hao’s life, so how had everything changed after she met Qin Jian? He was like a completely different person, overwhelming her completely.
Until now, she had utterly destroyed her own life.
How wonderful would it be if the man lying next to An Hao were her? Could she and An Hao swap lives then?
Song Yueqin smiled bitterly.
If she had known from their first meeting that Qin Jian was the Commander’s son, she would have been even more shameless, offering her body to firmly lock Qin Jian by her side.
Unfortunately, she had been too young then.
Missing that chance meant missing out on a better future.
Song Yueqin had been in the wind for too long and was about to turn around when a gust blew the clothes drying on the iron wire off the balcony.
An Hao’s underwear and Qin Jian’s military shorts fell onto her.
She picked up the two small items of clothing, intending to hang them back up, but seeing the brazen underwear that only city folk wore, she was filled with hatred. She viciously stomped on it twice before hanging it back up.
When it came to Qin Jian’s military shorts, Song Yueqin hesitated.
The image of Qin Jian’s bulging area flashed through her mind, her heart skipped a few beats, and she strangely folded up the shorts.
She had a twisted intention to treasure these shorts.
Taking advantage of the darkness, Song Yueqin stuffed Qin Jian’s clothes into her own suitcase. She had a premonition that if it came to a head-to-head confrontation with An Hao, she might wind up the loser in the end.
It would be better to go home and cling to the old lady; after all, Li Junping had only one biological son, Qin Fen, and she would be relying on her to take care of her in her old age.
So, she would leave first thing tomorrow morning.
Who could discover this deed? Who would think it was her doing?
Song Yueqin hid Qin Jian’s shorts at the very bottom of her suitcase, feeling an inexplicable sense of excitement and a racing heart.
After hiding them, she took off her coat and went back to bed.
Until the next morning, a ray of sunlight pierced the darkness, streaming through the window into the room, waking Song Yueqin as she rubbed her eyes.
In the living room, Qin Jian and An Hao were already awake. The two were talking, "Once the hospital opens, let’s go buy medicine for my dad first. An Ping says his leg pain has worsened."
"Okay. I’ll buy two bottles of Tiger Bone Wine, it’s good for activating blood circulation and might help dad’s leg. While we’re at it, we can pick them up and bring them back too."
"Alright. I’m going to make breakfast; you get ready. Oh, and by the way, can you bring in the clothes that have been drying on the balcony for two days?" An Hao said.
Qin Jian crossed the living room, pushed open the balcony door, and started collecting the clothes, then suddenly realized one was missing.