451: Chapter 451: A Blade 451: Chapter 451: A Blade Qin Feng, upon hearing An Hao speak, also hesitated in her heart.
However, she was afraid of Qin Jian, looking at her brother’s face as cold as an iceberg, she felt fearful.
“Sister-in-law, could you speak to my brother first for ?” Qin Feng finally softened.
At this ti, that was all she could do.
“Okay, I’ll talk to your brother in a bit,” An Hao promised.
“Then I’ll head back first, I snuck out this morning, you have
no idea how long I waited for you guys at the entrance of your military compound.
I’ve been squatting here until now.
Considering how hard it was for , please help suppress my brother’s temper a bit, so he doesn’t beat up.
You’ll be returning to your parental ho in three days, right?
Rember to co find then,” Qin Feng, anxious, repeatedly reminded An Hao.
“Okay, then you better head back.
Be careful on your way.”
After Qin Feng left, An Hao returned to the dining table.
By this ti, everyone had nearly finished drinking and started leaving one after another after the al.
An Hao made a point to say goodbye to Gu Shuangshuang, and then she and Qin Jian walked back together.
Seeing that Qin Jian seed to have drunk a bit too much, An Hao decided not to bring up the matter just yet.
After getting ho, both of them were very tired.
They greeted Mother-in-law Zhang Yun, and then An Hao and Qin Jian went back to bed to catch up on sleep.
When An Hao woke up, it was already getting dark, and ti to prepare dinner, so she got dressed and went downstairs.
The house was pitch-dark, with no lights on, and when An Hao turned on the light, she found no one inside; there was a note left on the coffee table in the living room.
The note said that her in-laws had gone to a dinner gathering at an old comrade’s house and might co back late, telling them to arrange their own dinner.
An Hao went upstairs to ask Qin Jian what he would like to eat.
Qin Jian opened his eyes then closed them again: “Not hungry right now, just very tired.
If you’re hungry, go ahead and make sothing, no need to wait for .”
An Hao wasn’t hungry either, and her stomach was sowhat uncomfortable from drinking too much alcohol.
She went downstairs to cook so stomach-soothing millet porridge.
After the porridge was ready and the heat turned off, she had a small bowl of it and then went upstairs.
Having co from the restaurant, her clothes had picked up unpleasant odors of smoke, alcohol, and food.
An Hao, who liked to be clean, sniffed the sll and took down all the clothes hanging on the rack to wash.
Before washing clothes, she habitually checked the pockets to ensure nothing was in them that would be damaged by water.
While going through Qin Jian’s uniform pocket, she discovered that envelope again—just like the one before, with no signature or sender’s address.
An Hao just felt puzzled but didn’t take it to heart, casually tore the envelope into pieces, and threw them in the trash can.
She continued searching the pocket, and just as she reached in, she felt a sharp pain in her fingertip, and quickly retracted her hand.
Upon examination, she saw a small wound on her fingertip, from which fresh blood was erging.
An Hao took a piece of paper to press against the wound to stop the bleeding, then turned Qin Jian’s pocket inside out.
Under the light, she saw a shiny little blade inside Qin Jian’s pocket.
“Why is there a blade in your pocket, huh?” An Hao murmured to herself, carefully took the blade out, and casually placed it on the table, then took the clothes to wash.
Qin Jian slept for a long ti, and only after having enough sleep did he open his eyes, feeling a headache and a very dry throat.
He got up to pour himself so water from the table, and upon seeing the blade thrown on the corner of the table, Qin Jian’s expression darkened.
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