Chapter 2777: Storm and Sudden Rain

Not seeing his wife's expression, Zhou Andong knew this woman was still laughing, anger surging straight to his head. He suddenly stood up, grabbed his wife's waist in one motion, and amid Qiuqiu's startled cry, Zhou Andong lifted her onto the desk, then his right hand skillfully slipped into her nightgown.

Boom—

A bolt of lightning tore open the night sky without warning, followed by a deafening thunderclap. Wind swept through the treetops, and the previously still branches began to sway. In just a few seconds, thunder rumbled again, and the gently swaying branches turned wild, lashing at each other.

Time passed bit by bit; outside, the storm raged on, but inside the study, the wind gradually ceased and the rain eased, leaving only hurried breaths that made one's thoughts wander, faces flushed.

Qiuqiu panted, her face flushed as she sat on the desk, sweat beading her forehead: "You'll kill me, in the study."

Zhou Andong chuckled, kissing Qiuqiu's lips: "Who made you scare me."

After resting a while, Qiuqiu gradually recovered, idly picking up the nearby draft paper: "Let me see what you're actually writing."

Qiuqiu still sat on the desk, slowly disentangling herself, then idly picked up a cigarette and lit it: "Novel!"

"Ghost Blows Out the Light!" Qiuqiu murmured: "The Seal of Yu the Great, the Corpse-Exhuming Talisman, the Art of Moving Mountains and Filling Valleys to Seek the Dragon. Men light candles, ghosts blow out lamps, geomancers overturn the dipper to seek the star peak……

My grandfather was Hu Guohua; the Hu family ancestors were famous major landowners in the surrounding ten li and eight villages. At their peak, they bought over forty connected courtyard houses in three alleys in the city, and during that time also produced some officials and merchants who donated grain platforms and transport aides to the former Qing……

Because Zhou Andong remembered several chapters quite clearly, he wrote quickly. And Qiuqiu read attentively, so she was a bit slow; it took her a full half hour before she slowly lifted her head, gazing at her man with eyes nearly turning to silk.

"Husband!" Qiuqiu jumped down from the desk, plopping onto Zhou Andong's lap, and planted a smacking kiss on his face: "You're so talented, I adore you to death. I really want to crack open your skull—how did you come up with such strange and wondrous stories."

Zhou Andong laughed: "Last time, when that old cricket follower, Ma Lao, came with us, his ancestors were tomb robbers, and these stories are all what he told me. I just thought tomb raiding was a great subject—if I wrote it, people would probably like to read it; if adapted into a TV drama or film, it might even be better."

"I don't know about others, but I do like it—you need to write faster, I want to see what happens next." Qiuqiu's voice was soft and sweet, and she couldn't help but kiss Zhou Andong again.

Zhou Andong patted Qiuqiu's elastic thigh: "Tomorrow I have something to do, the day after tomorrow we're going to Yangcheng. While the woolen mill's reform plan hasn't been approved yet, we should get done what needs doing; some things can't be delayed. But……"

Zhou Andong paused: "Before we leave, there's still one important matter to arrange."

Qiuqiu curiously asked: "What matter?"

Zhou Andong explained the case of Yin Mingxing and Yin Mo's uncle and nephew: "The most crucial figure in this is Wang Jianfeng, who is now the chief of the Jinmen Municipal Public Security Bureau, already nominated for deputy mayor. Taking him down won't be easy, so we need to set up a scheme for him."

The couple chatted in the study until past twelve, until the outside rain lessened, then tidied their clothes and went to the guest room. They first took a bath, then got into bed.

Qiuqiu lay on Zhou Andong's chest, rubbing her face against his: "Husband, you've worked so hard—besides busy work, you also have to dodge open and hidden attacks. Sometimes I think, if we don't take the woolen mill manager position, we could just return to Jiangzhou, that's our own turf. Whoever dares to bare their fangs at us won't need us to act ourselves—someone will knock their teeth out for us."

Zhou Andong laughed: "Since I promised Grandfather, I must get this woolen mill back on its feet; I can't let forty thousand workers go hungry."

"Fine, fine, fine!" Qiuqiu laughed: "No matter what decision you make, I'll support you—even if you say you'll sell the Tribute Goods Group, I'll still support you."

"Go to sleep!" Zhou Andong, his hand resting lightly on Qiuqiu's shoulder, gave a gentle pat: "I still have plenty to do tomorrow."

Listening to the strong heartbeat and gradually steadying breath, Qiuqiu slightly lifted her head, gazing at her sleeping man, her slender fingers pressing against Zhou Andong's lips, a mischievous smile on her face.

"You little rascal, how did I ever fall for you in the first place?" Qiuqiu lightly kissed Zhou Andong's lips: "Those who pursued Miss Qiuqiu could form a line; if I put out the word to choose a husband, Chang'an Street could be filled, yet in the end, the bargain went to you."

Outside, the rain still fell; Qiuqiu felt no sleepiness, muttering, the love in her eyes growing ever stronger: "Husband, it's wonderful to have you."

Sometime later, Qiuqiu fell asleep on Zhou Andong's chest, the corner of her mouth still holding a happy smile.

Bang—bang—bang……

Zhou Andong and Qiuqiu were jolted awake by heavy knocking, followed immediately by Su Su's shout: "Daddy, Mommy, open the door, I need to take Su Su to daycare."

Qiuqiu helplessly said: "Su Su doesn't know I'm sleeping here; it must be Old Four who called her."

Bang—bang—bang……

"Daddy, Mommy, open the door!" Su Su pounded on the door relentlessly.

"Coming, don't knock!" Qiuqiu shouted, lazily getting up to open the door.

Zhou Andong rubbed his somewhat numb arm, heard the door open from beside him, then a small figure rushed into the room and lunged onto the bed: "Daddy!"

Zhou Andong laughed heartily, pulling the soft, fragrant little meatball into his arms, then planted smacking kisses on the little girl's face.

Su Su giggled, struggling: "Mommy, Mommy, save me, Daddy's beard is prickling me."

Qiuqiu also laughed heartily and lunged forward: "You big demon king, quickly let go of my daughter."

The three of them laughed and scuffled for a while, until Qiuqiu finally rescued her daughter from the demon king's grasp.

"Giggle-giggle-giggle……" The little girl clung tightly to Mommy, then turned her head arrogantly to look at Daddy: "Big demon king, come catch me if you can."

Zhou Andong made a move to grab her, the little girl screamed in fright, her legs kicking as she shouted: "Mommy, Mommy, run quick, Big demon king is coming."

Qiuqiu held the little girl and ran out the door, saying: "I'm going back to the room to change clothes; you also hurry up and get dressed—you haven't taken Su Su to daycare in ages."

"Okay!" Zhou Andong responded, first lit a cigarette, finished it, then got up to dress, then went to wash up. He hadn't been in the dining room two minutes when Qiuqiu led Su Su's little hand in, followed by Old Four behind her.

This little girl bared her teeth at Zhou Andong and smiled: "Big brother, you're too lazy; you still need Su Su to call you to get up."

"I knew it was you causing trouble." Zhou Andong grunted: "You're the type who, if not beaten for three days, will climb up and tear off the roof tiles."

Old Four pursed his lips, disdainfully picking up a beef patty and taking a bite: "You dare hit me, I'll just have your sister-in-law deal with you."