Free Web NovelChapter 63: Chapter 63: His Heart Ached for His Wife After All
"I’ll get the door."
Mrs. Fu walked over but didn’t open the door first. She just asked, "Who is it?"
She was like a frightened bird right now, terrified that the person at the door was coming after her daughter.
After all, it was her daughter who had called the police.
Who knew how many of those human traffickers hadn’t been caught yet?
If they found out her daughter was the one who reported them, wouldn’t they try to kill her?
Yesterday, she had even snuck away to the police station about this, begging the officers not to reveal that her daughter had been the one to report it.
Even though the officers said there would be a reward.
She didn’t want it.
She only had one daughter. She didn’t have any grand ambitions—she just wanted her daughter to be safe and sound.
Now, with someone knocking, her heart was pounding in fear.
She was terrified it might be some villain.
The knocking from outside stopped. "—Ma, it’s me, Qin Wenhao."
When Mrs. Fu heard her son-in-law’s voice, she was overjoyed and immediately opened the door.
When she saw her son-in-law in his military uniform, her face practically split from smiling so wide.
"Qin Wenhao, what are you doing here? No, I mean, it’s wonderful that you’re here! Come in, quickly."
Qin Wenhao’s gaze fell on his mother-in-law’s face. He felt she was being unusually enthusiastic this time.
He stepped into the courtyard.
"Son-in-law, how did you get here so quickly?"
She thought he wouldn’t be here for at least a few more days! At the earliest, maybe right before the New Year.
Actually, Qin Wenhao had also originally planned to come closer to the end of the year.
But—he had been a little worried, so he came early.
"Is everything all right at home?"
His gaze landed on the person walking out of the main hall, and his eyes froze—the young woman’s face was simply too dazzling.
It had only been a few days since he last saw her, but she looked even more beautiful.
Her features were exceptionally delicate, and her skin was so fair it seemed to glow. Just standing there, she was like a ball of light.
He didn’t even notice it himself—in the past, no matter how beautiful a woman was, he had never paid any attention to her looks.
Let alone stared at one like this.
’Wait, she’s not someone else’s. She is mine.’
The three words surfaced in Qin Wenhao’s mind.
Fu Mingxue: ...?
’What’s he staring at me for?’
’Where are your manners?’
"Son-in-law, you have no idea, something almost happened—" The moment Mrs. Fu spoke, Qin Wenhao’s attention was instantly pulled back from Fu Mingxue.
His tone carried a tension he himself hadn’t noticed. "What happened?"
Mrs. Fu then told him what Bai Siqi and her mother had done—
As he listened, a cold aura seemed to radiate from Qin Wenhao.
His thin lips pressed into a tight line, his gaze as frigid as ice—the pressure in the air became terrifyingly low.
Even Mrs. Fu could feel it.
She thought he was just angry and worried, so she quickly added, "Luckily, our Mingxue is blessed with good fortune and managed to turn a dangerous situation around. She’s fine now—"
But Qin Wenhao’s brow didn’t relax in the slightest; instead, it furrowed even tighter.
Finally, he lost all patience and spoke, his voice cold. "She knew that person had bad intentions, yet she still dared to follow? What if that group had discovered her? Would she have been able to escape?"
At his words, Mrs. Fu immediately fell silent, her eyes widening. ’He’s right! What if she had been discovered?’
Those human traffickers weren’t the merciful type.
Wouldn’t she have been a lamb to the slaughter?
"You foolish girl, you can’t be so reckless in the future, do you hear me?"
Fu Mingxue was stunned. ’Why am I getting scolded again for something that’s already over?’
Qin Wenhao glanced at her and spoke again. "Ma is right. It was indeed reckless. However, she was still very clever. She didn’t keep following them and reported it to the police early on."
Fu Mingxue: ...?
’So you get to say all the good and the bad.’
’Either way, I still got scolded.’
