Chapter 81
Chapter 81
He Qian strained her ears, listening to the movement outside the door, and instinctively took two steps back.
What now? Was she supposed to run right into them? Confront them face-to-face? Would they start screaming? Would they start fighting?
No. Not yet. She had to think this through.
He Qian didn’t know what would happen if she dragged this out, but she was truly terrified of everything she would have to face once they opened the door and saw her standing there.
She wasn’t ready to let her life fall into hell so soon.
She glanced left and right, yanked open the bathroom door, and rushed inside.
After taking one look around the bathroom, she ran back out again, pulled open the wardrobe door in a panic, and squeezed inside.
She stood in the pitch-black wardrobe for two seconds before deciding that the wardrobe wasn’t safe either.
She climbed back out and hurried over to the bed. Setting down the thermos, she dropped to the floor and swiftly wriggled under the bed.
Thankfully, He Qian was thin. The space under the bed was so narrow that an average adult would never have been able to fit.
Lying beneath the bed, He Qian gasped for breath. A thick, dusty smell filled her nose.
Beep, beep-
The door opened.
Like a frightened cat, He Qian held her breath, her dark eyes wide as she stared out from under the bed.
A pair of high heels clicked in from the doorway. A pair of leather shoes followed behind.
He Qian understood. The owner of those leather shoes was her supposedly perfect husband, and the owner of the high heels was that young, beautiful mistress wearing the LinaBell headband.
Then she suddenly saw the thermos still standing there on the floor all by itself, and quickly reached out, trying to gently tip it over.
But the thermos was too heavy. She had no choice but to press her face against the floor and free both hands to work at it.
At last, the thermos was slowly dragged under the bed. Half of He Qian’s face was covered in dust.
She was so nervous her hands were shaking.
The girl in high heels spoke. “Honey, my feet hurt.”
Qin Song said, “Sit on the bed first. I’ll wash my hands and change into my pajamas, then I’ll rub them for you.”
The girl obediently sat down on the bed, and He Qian heard the slats creak above her head.
She lightly covered her mouth with one hand and breathed slowly.
Qin Song changed into slippers and pajamas, then came out of the bathroom and crouched by the bed.
He Qian could clearly see his socks and a few hairs on his legs. At that moment, the distance between them was less than half a meter.
Qin Song gently took off the girl’s high heels, then removed the invisible no-show socks on her feet. He carefully rotated her ankle, checking the place where it had been rubbed raw.
Qin Song asked, “Where? Where did it rub the skin off?”
In a spoiled tone, the girl pointed to the area above her heel. “Here. Look, it’s all red.”
Qin Song said, “That’s because your skin is too fair and delicate. So soft and tender, it breaks with the slightest rubbing. I’ll get you a bandage and put it on first.”
The girl complained coquettishly, “I don’t want a bandage. They’re so ugly! I’ll just lie here for a while and not walk. It’ll definitely get better on its own. But I’m never wearing these shoes again!”
Qin Song said, “Why don’t we find a cobbler and have them altered? These shoes cost almost ten thousand yuan, babe. Have you even worn them for two hours?”
The girl said, “Alter them? No way. I don’t want them anymore! I’ve heard for ages that Valentino shoes drink blood, but I didn’t expect to try them and find out everyone was absolutely right! If I’d known, I would’ve been better off buying fakes. Fakes would definitely be more comfortable than the real ones!”
Qin Song said, “Then… the money… I mean, you’re just throwing the shoes away? You really don’t want to have them altered?”
The girl said, “No, no, no. Take them and sell them secondhand.”
Qin Song said, “Why would I sell them secondhand? It’s not like I’m collecting scrap.”
The girl said, “I don’t care. When we were outside, you said you’d buy me another pair. I heard you. You’re not allowed to go back on your word!”
Qin Song said, “Fine.”
The girl asked, “Why do you have pimples?”
Qin Song said, “I’ve been stressed lately. Too much internal heat.”
The girl said, “Your wife really doesn’t know how to take care of you!”
Qin Song said, “What does that have to do with her? She even made me three-flower tea. I just haven’t had time to drink it.”
He Qian glanced at the thermos and suddenly felt like laughing.
The girl said, “That won’t do. I can’t stand seeing my husband suffer from all that heat. It must be awful.”
Qin Song said, “Are you going to make tea for me too?”
The girl laughed. “I don’t need some old-fashioned method like that. I’ve got plenty of little tricks to help you cool off…”
She pulled Qin Song onto the bed, and at last, Qin Song’s feet disappeared from He Qian’s line of sight.
He Qian heard the bed slats above her head start creaking.
She heard the wet sounds of two pairs of lips tangling together, the rustle of clothes rubbing, and the girl sometimes letting out a playful laugh, sometimes scolding Qin Song in a sweet, coy voice…
He Qian’s face was expressionless, her eyes unbearably dry. Like a dead fish, she lay perfectly still and silent beneath the bed.