Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

Chapter 491 Lin Qingping, what do you mean?

She thought she had "escaped a disaster," but she was too happy too soon.

That night, Zhiyuan and Xiaozhangzhu were both asleep. Gu Juncheng sat by the small bed and watched Xiaozhangzhu's sleeping face for a long time. When Lin Qingping came in after washing up, she saw that his eyes were full of tenderness. However, this tenderness turned into the kind of look that a dean of students would give a problem student when he saw her.

Lin Qingping decided not to back down and immediately glared back: "Go ahead and yell at me if you dare!"

Gu Juncheng: ...

Gu Juncheng only received her provocative gaze.

He really has no guts.

I'm going to wake my daughter up again...

After thinking for a moment, I picked up my notebook and started writing.

Lin Qingping thought he was taking out his anger on that pen, wasn't he? Every stroke was so powerful and precise; she felt sorry for the pen and the notebook...

He scribbled furiously in the notebook and then pushed it towards her.

She glanced at it, then looked up and saw: Comrade Lin Qingping, followed by a long, rambling message.

She shook her head, refusing to communicate.

He glared and continued writing: Why shake your head?

Lin Qingping suddenly realized that if this were the age of mobile phones, would she and Gu Juncheng be arguing on WeChat using their respective mobile phones?

She thought about it and found it quite funny, so she picked up a pen and drew a little yellow face emoji with hearts in its eyes, and even used a red pen to color the hearts red.

Gu Juncheng was stunned and whispered, "What are you drawing? It's the same as what Fang Tuan's son drew next door."

Fang Yi?

Thinking back to the little boy who reached his hand through the gap in the fence to pick up a colored pencil, Lin Qingping actually found him quite cute, it was just a pity about his mother...

Maybe we're just not compatible...

As for what she drew?

Experience it yourself!

"Lin Qingping, I'm talking to you very seriously! Don't be so nonchalant!" He lowered his voice, afraid of waking Zhangzhu.

“I’m very serious too,” Lin Qingping replied in an equally soft voice.

Gu Juncheng choked, pointing to the emojis she had drawn in the notebook, "You call this being serious?"

Lin Qingping raised her eyebrows: How is this not taking it seriously?

"So what do you mean by this?" Is the little figure in the drawing serious?

Lin Qingping blinked, her eyes sparkling, "That's exactly what I mean! Brother's handwriting is so handsome!"

Gu Juncheng: ...

"Don't think that just because you're flattering me I won't be angry!"

Lin Qingping took the notebook and wrote on it: "Why are you smirking when you're angry?"

Gu Juncheng: ...

Gu Juncheng straightened his face again and continued writing in his notebook: Why won't you tell me what's wrong?

Lin Qingping continued drawing emojis, drawing a little yellow face with its eyes closed and "zzz" appearing above its head.

Gu Juncheng was bewildered. "What do you mean by that?"

Lin Qingping closed her eyes and leaned on his shoulder: That's exactly what I mean!

Gu Juncheng finally found a common ground between her face and the Minions' expressions.

"Comrade Lin Qingping." He lifted her face, "I haven't finished speaking yet."

"Are you done? You haven't finished saying all that?" Lin Qingping pointed to the long paragraph he had written, which detailed how dangerous it was for her to go out alone with several family members and children to handle this matter, and how he should tell him if anything happened in the future, otherwise he would be severely punished, and so on...

"Aren't you going to say something?" He pointed to the notebook.

"Okay then." She picked up her pen and drew another crying Minion.

Gu Juncheng looked at her, utterly speechless. "Lin Qingping, how old are you exactly?"

Lin Qingping then lowered her head and drew two little figures kissing, then smiled and asked him, "And now? How old am I?"

He was at his wit's end. "Comrade Lin Qingping, I'm being serious with you..."

Lin Qingping wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face close to his. "I'm being serious too. Do you remember when we first arrived in the capital, I told you what to call me when you needed to talk to me?"

Gu Juncheng: ...

"No, Lin Qingping, can you be serious..."

“That’s just how I am,” Lin Qingping interrupted him. “Don’t you like me this way?”

"Lin..." Gu Juncheng began to forget what he originally wanted to say to Lin Qingping, and he couldn't say it anymore, as Lin Qingping had stopped him from saying anything more.

"Lin Qingping...didn't the doctor say it would take two months! Don't..."

“I know, like that day…” Lin Qingping bit him, feeling his back suddenly tense up. Lin Qingping poked his chest and said, “Gu Juncheng, for the sake of family harmony, we need to establish a rule.”

Gu Juncheng grabbed her finger. "What rules?"

"You can't let the anger from the first day carry over to the second." After saying that, she silenced him again before he could speak.

Gu Juncheng: ...

In the end, he didn't say anything more.

The next day, when Lin Qingping woke up, the first thing she looked at was the small wooden bed beside her. She saw her little palm with its big, dark eyes wide open, staring at something without making a sound.

So well-behaved?

Lin Qingping smiled and picked her up.

Speaking of which, one bad thing about this era is the issue of hygiene products.

As a woman, she already faced great inconvenience by not having sanitary napkins, and her child also lacked disposable diapers, relying instead on cloth diapers. Now, Gu Juncheng had taken over the task of washing the diapers.

Early that morning, she saw Zhangzhu's diaper hanging outside the window.

She also found it strange that Zhangzhu didn't like her father. She would cry whenever she was in his arms.

She got up, took her daughter out of the crib, and prepared to start another day. Then, glancing at the table, she saw a stack of money—quite a lot!

Underneath the money was the notebook that Gu Juncheng used to chat with her.

She glanced at the notebook and saw new entries: "Comrade Lin Qingping, past mistakes will be forgiven, but you must not repeat them! Also: The money has been recovered, and you have no further need to interfere in Qinglang's family affairs."

Lin Qingping counted the money; it was a thousand yuan. This was the money she had given to Zhiyuan to pay for Qinglang's mother's hospital fees, but it was taken away by Qinglang's uncle after he forcibly discharged her and refunded the money.

Lin Qingping then remembered Deputy Division Commander Wang, who hadn't returned to the island with them yesterday.

Indeed, those two scumbags, Uncle Qinglang and his wife, once they fall into their hands, what chance do they have of causing trouble...

After finishing her chores at home, Lin Qingping called Zhiyuan and they took Zhangzhu out for a stroll together.

I went out for a walk and found Lei Sufang and Ding Yurong talking under a big tree.

She held her pearl in her arms, with Zhiyuan following behind her, and moved closer.

Lei Sufang then looked her over, as if trying to see if she was any different from yesterday.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qingping asked with a smile, holding her pearl in her arms.

"How did your Master Gu punish you last night?" Lei Sufang asked, full of curiosity.

Lin Qingping laughed. "What's wrong? Did Political Commissar Chen punish you?"

Lei Sufang snorted, "Men, they never keep their word. You were all talking so well with your teacher Gu, but you changed your tune as soon as you got home." After saying that, Lei Sufang looked her over, "Didn't your teacher Gu punish you?"

"No, Aunt Lei, I took the punishment for my mom. I had to write a thousand-word self-criticism, so Dad Gu won't punish her anymore," Zhiyuan said proudly. He could finally share his mother's burdens.

Lei Sufang slapped her thigh, "Why didn't I think of that? I should have called Lei Zi to take my place!"

Zhiyuan: ...Lei Zi, I didn't mean it. You're probably going to have a tough time later, but don't worry, I won't write a self-criticism for you...