Chapter 440: The crack in the wall

Qu Caifeng was not at the Cheng house. When Lin Xiaomin went upstairs, she instinctively looked toward the neighbor's.

It didn't matter before, but now for some reason, she especially didn't want to see her. Upon seeing her house's door, her heart skipped a beat.

Fortunately, there was no movement next door, and the person wasn't at her own house. While breathing a sigh of relief, Lin Xiaomin scolded herself for being a coward and useless.

Watching Mother Cheng's busy figure in the kitchen, Lin Xiaomin put down the things in her hand and went to her and Cheng Wen's room first.

With a heart full of trepidation, she walked toward the bed step by step.

Even though she knew in her heart that Qu Caifeng was annoying her, at this moment, she felt that every step she took was like a knife stabbing into her heart.

And there was also an indescribable fear, making her want to turn around and run.

But she still walked to the window. Her bed sheet was blue and white checkered.

Remembering Lu Qiao's words, Lin Xiaomin inexplicably summoned the courage. She lowered her head and looked at the bed sheet, and sure enough, she saw more than a dozen hairs on the bed sheet.

These hairs were not hers, nor were they Cheng Wen's.

Looking at the length, they were not the mother-in-law's either.

Could they really be Qu Caifeng's?

Did Qu Caifeng really enter her room?

Maybe she wasn't the first time entering her room.

After all, they both went to work, and sometimes they didn't come back at noon.

Qu Caifeng had been getting closer and closer to the mother-in-law for nearly three years.

If she hadn't heard those words from Lu Qiao, Lin Xiaomin would certainly be heartbroken at this moment, but she remembered what Lu Qiao had just said. Enduring the disgust, she picked up those hairs one by one, then took them to the kitchen, opened the furnace, and threw them directly in.

Subsequently, she came back to the room. This time she didn't look at the bed; she looked at the wall shared with Qu Caifeng's house, which was also the wall next to the bed.

Because it had always been covered with wallpaper, she really didn't know there was a crack behind it.

Thinking of this, she felt a layer of cold sweat on her back.

It was truly too terrifying, too scary, and too disgusting.

But where was this crack?

Lin Xiaomin touched it bit by bit with her hand. In the corner of the wall, she really touched it. So she tore off a piece of the paper, which had three layers, and it was easily torn off bit by bit, and sure enough, she saw the crack.

The crack was not big. She pressed her ear against that crack, and it seemed there was a sound, but it wasn't clear. After all, Mother Cheng was cooking in the kitchen, and the sound was relatively loud, but she still faintly heard the sound of the spatula hitting the iron pot.

She and her husband were in the dead of night... So, was there a possibility that what she told her about the scratches she had been given was heard here?

Lin Xiaomin didn't know what to do for the time being, but this crack had to be made known to her husband.

Plug it, it must be plugged tightly.

It was simply shameless to a certain degree.

Lin Xiaomin couldn't do it like she used to, but she didn't have a gloomy face toward Mother Cheng either.

She just silently came to the kitchen and started to burn the fire.

Mother Cheng didn't take it to heart, just glanced at her, sighed in her heart, but still asked: "How are the paintings at the Neighborhood Office?"

While filling in the wood, Lin Xiaomin answered Mother Cheng's words: "Director Hu said everything is arranged by me. I'll go draw in the afternoon."

"Then how many days will it take?"

"About three days."

"Oh..." Mother Cheng responded absent-mindedly.

Their relationship used to be quite good, but after that incident, there was a rift between them.

They no longer chatted and talked like before.

Wanting Lin Xiaomin to act as if nothing had happened, she couldn't do it either.

But Mother Cheng didn't want to explain to Lin Xiaomin either.

She was just conveying Qu Caifeng's thoughts. If she agreed, she agreed; if she didn't agree, forget it.

Could this daughter-in-law still report her to the factory? Besides, she was in the wrong for explaining this matter herself, so she could only pretend to be confused.

Remembering something, Lin Xiaomin still tried hard to throw away those messy emotions. She also pretended that the incident hadn't happened, and like usual, said to Mother Cheng: "Just now at the Neighborhood Office, I saw Lu Qiao. She had just returned from a consolation trip to the countryside with Deputy Director Huang. You say this little function is really amazing, and her courage is also great; she is truly too daring to think."

Speaking of this, she stopped talking.

Sure enough, Mother Cheng's interest was piqued. She covered the pot and asked curiously: "How is her courage great? What does she dare to think?"

In the military-industrial factory family area, there were those who didn't know Lu Qiao, but basically everyone knew such a person.

She was amazing, young and had a limitless future.

Anyway, as long as she was mentioned, the words on the surface were all praise.

Having had contact once that day, this little girl was indeed different from the girls of her age.

Especially the aura when she stood there, distinguishing high from low from others all of a sudden.

Lin Xiaomin had a smile at the corner of her mouth and said in a gentle voice: "Yes, her courage is great. Didn't I give her a serial picture book I drew myself? Who knew she insisted on mailing it to the Beidu Publishing House, saying it was to be published, and that I could get royalties, and if it sold well, I could also share the money. You say, is this girl daydreaming? She is truly too daring to think. I didn't let her mail it, but she insisted. I really saw such a girl for the first time. I think this must have something to do with her having seen the big world."

Mother Cheng was stunned upon hearing this. She didn't take the other words to heart, but grabbed the key point: "What? Lu Qiao said the serial picture book you drew could be published?"

"Yes, that's what she said. I said it wouldn't work, but she insisted on mailing it to try."

Mother Cheng remembered that she also had one drawn by her daughter-in-law in her bedroom, so she hurriedly entered the room to take it out: "Is this what you're talking about?" This was drawn at Mother Cheng's request, to please her, Meng Mu moving three times, but it was also looked at at home.

Lin Xiaomin's expression was complicated, but she quickly organized her emotions and nodded, saying: "Yes, that's it."

"She said if it's published, you can keep sharing the money?"

"I don't know very well either, it seems to be the meaning, but I think it's impossible to publish. I'm not a painter; those who do this professionally aren't necessarily sure. How could I?"

Mother Cheng was old after all, so she thought far and thought a lot.

She first thought of this person, Lu Qiao.

As far as she knew, this Lu Qiao was not the kind who ran wild with her mouth, said it and forgot it, and was irresponsible.

This girl always did what she said.

The people she wanted to help had never had a tiger's head and a snake's tail, and the work she did was the same. Others' evaluation of her was also like this.

Not to mention that Qin Hengzhi was from Beidu, and not an ordinary Beidu person.

Lu Qiao said this could be published, so there was an 80-90% possibility.

Making money was certain. Although living conditions were good, who would think they had too much money?

The important thing was reputation.

Mother Cheng asked tentatively: "Then... if it's really published, are you a great painter?" ===== CHAPTER 441 =====