My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago

Chapter 116: I like this



Chapter 116: I like this

Chapter 116: I like this

"Don't dodge!"

Qin Hao, sharp-eyed, heard Wang Zijun's remark and turned around, catching sight of the mark. He pulled it out for a closer look and frowned.

"Pretty symmetrical..." Wang Zijun clicked his tongue in amazement. "What happened?"

"What could have happened?" Xu Qing nonchalantly withdrew his hand. "Just got a bit rowdy while messing around, that's all."

Rowdy?

Rowdy enough to leave marks on the wrist?

Wang Zijun froze for a moment at Xu Qing's explanation, then glanced at Jiang He. Suddenly, a vivid image of Xu Qing being cuffed to a bed flashed in his mind...

"C***..."

Wang Zijun cursed under his breath, his gaze at Xu Qing becoming distinctly different.

"What?" Qin Hao was still puzzled.

"You know... that kind of thing..." Wang Zijun leaned over and whispered.

"M?"

Shock spread across Qin Hao's normally stern face.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Xu Qing scolded.

The two exchanged a glance and then looked at Xu Qing with complex expressions.

Man, he plays hard.

"Stop overthinking. It’s... it’s just drinking, let’s drink!"

Xu Qing, uncomfortable under their stares, grabbed his glass and knocked it against the table, urging everyone to join in.

The three of them gathered to celebrate the New Year, and it was quite different from before. In past years, they’d huddle in Xu Qing's "dog den," set up a hotpot, grab some drinks and snacks, and spend the evening singing their hearts out.

This year... Well, Wang Zijun saw right through it. This guy was making a statement: take note, no more random partying invites—he’s under new management!

As the dishes were served, Winter Melon (the cat) circled under the table, meowing. Xu Qing tossed it a small piece of chicken. When Wang Zijun tried to pour Jiang He a drink, Xu Qing quickly stopped him.

"Don’t, she doesn’t drink."

"Not at all?"

"Not a drop."

Her arm still hurts.

Wang Zijun declared this as if it were an irrefutable fact.

"It wasn’t just me! Haozi was there too," Xu Qing retorted, clenching his fists. "Next time we go, I’ll beat that monkey so bad its mother won’t recognize it."

"Summer?" Qin Hao suggested.

"Summer..."

Xu Qing hesitated. Half a year might not be enough to train properly. Getting beaten up again would be embarrassing.

"Forget it. Let them off the hook."

"Chicken."

"Haha, he’s chickening out."

Wang Zijun laughed, eating another bite before turning to Jiang He. "Why so quiet, sis-in-law?"

"Huh?"

Jiang He was flustered by the sudden title. "I-I’m just eating."

"She’s not into chatting with you," Xu Qing said bluntly.

"Not true." Jiang He quickly waved her hand, trying not to seem so out of place. After a moment of hesitation, she asked, "Was he badly beaten by the monkeys?"

"Hahaha, it was tragic. The two of them were chased all over by those monkeys... Wait, let me find the video. I was snapping photos from a distance back then."

Wang Zijun laughed uncontrollably as he started looking for the "blackmail material."

"And you didn’t dare to join in," Xu Qing shot back with a glare.

"You’ve all known each other for a long time?" Jiang He ventured, trying to join the conversation.

Xu Qing fell silent, refilling Wang Zijun’s glass instead.

"A long time. Four years of college together... Those two go back even further—they’ve known each other since they were in split pants."

"Oh, college." Jiang He nodded. "Was it back when he had red hair...?"

"No, the red hair was earlier, before we met. We only saw the cringe-worthy photos."

"I knew him then. He had red hair that covered one eye—so edgy," Qin Hao remarked. Thankfully, he’d stuck to his signature buzz cut; otherwise, he’d cringe looking back now.

"..."

Xu Qing listened expressionlessly as Jiang He dug into his embarrassing past.

My own wife—it’s fine, it’s fine.


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