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July 14, 2024 at 1:53 AM

I don't know if I will come to like ZQH but as for now really dislike her

<div style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-top: 18pt; text-align: left;">Chapter 13</div><div><h2 style="white-space-collapse: collapse;"><div style="font-size: medium; font-weight: 400;">Source: <a href="https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=1363950">https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=1363950</a></div><div style="font-size: medium; font-weight: 400;">This translation is originally posted on <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com">https://love4baihe.blogspot.com</a> please read it there. and check out other stories too.</div></h2></div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Can I take a tour?" Qin Wanshu finished her coffee and asked Zuo Qinghuan.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Zuo Qinghuan secretly thought it wasn't good. Qin Wanshu wasn't poor like herself, wanting to tour a luxurious house upon seeing it. Although the one Han Shibin had bought for her could be considered a luxurious house, it would probably appear quite ordinary to Qin Wanshu, a super wealthy person. Most importantly, she wasn't sure if she might accidentally reveal traces. After all, Qin Wanshu seemed to be an observant person. Suddenly, Zuo Qinghuan didn't want Qin Wanshu to know her identity too early. If she found out, maybe they wouldn't be able to interact so casually and joyfully anymore.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"My place is much worse than yours, nothing is interesting to see." She modestly replied. However, last time when the other person generously allowed her to tour her home, it made her seem stingy in comparison.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"This study? Can I go in?" Qin Wanshu pointed to the room nearby and asked.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"...Sure..." Zuo Qinghuan felt relieved that she and Han Shibin had been cautious. They hardly took photos together, but it was surprising that Qin Wanshu was so curious about her home.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"The layout of this study is quite similar to my husband's study. The way things are placed and the habits are very alike, even the books you have are remarkably similar," Qin Wanshu gently remarked as she picked up a book from the shelf. The habits of people don't change; they even permeate into every detail of life.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Zuo Qinghuan's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't paid attention to this during her last visit to Qin Wanshu's house. Only after Qin Wanshu mentioned it did she realize that the layout was indeed very similar. Even the placement of things was the same. She truly was an incredibly observant person.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"I hadn't noticed until you mentioned it. It's really similar, quite a coincidence..." Zuo Qinghuan tried to hide her surprise as she smiled.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Qin Wanshu's eyes swept over the ashtray, lighter, and cigar on the table, feeling a mix of emotions. She remembered Han Shibin used to smoke. Because she didn't like the smell of smoke, he had quit. But now it seemed he hadn't quit, he had just changed the place where he smoked.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Cuban cigars, my husband also likes them." Qin Wanshu's gaze fixed on the Cuban cigar. Top-tier Cuban cigars weren't something everyone could afford to smoke. Even white-collar workers couldn't easily afford them; it was a luxury for people at the level of big bosses.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Quite a coincidence..." Zuo Qinghuan couldn't muster a smile this time. It wasn't just her imagination. From the moment Qin Wanshu entered the house today, she had been mentioning Han Shibin. It was deliberate. Qin Wanshu wasn't the type to casually bring up her husband. Did she know Zuo Qinghuan's identity? Uncertain thoughts filled Zuo Qinghuan's mind. If she knew, it would be better if she just outright exposed it. Why beat around the bush like this?<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Yes, it's really coincidental. Even their workplaces are the same, they both work at Hancheng International Group." Qin Wanshu's gaze shifted from the business proposal on the desk to her face. That gaze made Zuo Qinghuan feel exposed as if she were naked in front of Qin Wanshu. This was turning out to be really awkward.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"You know?" Zuo Qinghuan cautiously asked.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Know what?" Qin Wanshu raised her eyebrows and asked back, the expression on Qin Wanshu's face made Zuo Qinghuan unable to guess any emotions, she still looked so elegant, but her eyes did not have any warmth. This kind of main wife would really make the little mistress feel a lot of pressure. At least, Zuo Qinghuan felt like a mouse being watched by a cat right now. She didn't know whether the cat intended to eat her up or play with her for a while before tearing her apart. This feeling was utterly dreadful.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><h2><div style="font-size: medium; font-weight: 400;">Source: <a href="https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=1363950">https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=1363950</a></div><div style="font-size: medium; font-weight: 400;">This translation is originally posted on <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com">https://love4baihe.blogspot.com</a> please read it there. and check out other stories too.</div></h2><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"You understand what I'm talking about." She was already 70% certain in her heart that Qin Wanshu knew her secret. Now that she was exposed, it was time to have a showdown.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"I don't understand." Being caught by someone and voluntarily revealing oneself brings two different feelings. When caught, it's easy to adopt an "I don't care" attitude, where you're like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water. But voluntarily revealing oneself can bring a sense of shame, and Qin Wanshu didn't want to let Zuo Qinghuan off easily.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Zuo Qinghuan looked at Qin Wanshu, the expression on her face did not change, except that there was a little sarcasm in her eyes, which made her feel uncomfortable.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Qin Wanshu, do you look down on people like me?" Zuo Qinghuan asked, feeling a subtle discomfort. She could handle being looked down upon by everyone, but she didn't want Qin Wanshu to think less of her.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"What kind of person are you?" Qin Wanshu raised her eyebrows, her eyes showed a little more interest. She wanted to know what kind of person Zuo Qinghuan classified herself as.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Damn<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">, suddenly Zuo Qinghuan understood why Qin Wanshu was beating around the bush. This woman wanted to humiliate her, and she was using her own words to do so. Zuo Qinghuan was sensitive; once she sensed that someone was no longer friendly toward her, she would enter a state of full alertness and counterattack. She often struck first to bite back.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Aren't we just sharing a man? When something is good, naturally more people will use it." Zuo Qinghuan spoke confidently. She never felt that she owed anyone anything as the other woman. As the saying goes, a fly doesn't land on an unbroken egg. Such matters were usually consensual. She raised her chin slightly, the sharp angle adding to her pride. Her straight back seemed ready to retaliate at any moment, not allowing herself to feel ashamed in front of Qin Wanshu. Her pride was her contempt for her adversary. Although a sense of self-disgust had always existed within her, at this moment, she forcefully suppressed it deep inside.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Qin Wanshu didn't expect Zuo Qinghuan to admit her identity so quickly. It's a great irony to put such a natural arrogance on the face of a mistress.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Qin Wanshu raised the corner of her mouth slightly, that cold ironic smile slightly pricked Zuo Qinghuan's self-esteem, she thought Qin Wanshu would be different, it seemed that she was too ridiculous.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"The matter between you and Han Shibin is not worth mentioning at all. Making you disappear is easier than squashing an ant, but I want to know, what's your purpose in approaching me?" Qin Wanshu wasn't the kind to be intimidated by Zuo Qinghuan's empty show of force. She closed in on Zuo Qinghuan, who involuntarily took a step back.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Qin Wanshu's voice was so gentle, her expression so elegant, yet she was uttering such vicious words. Zuo Qinghuan stared as Qin Wanshu's eyes widened; it turned out that Qin Wanshu wasn't as harmless as she had pretended to be. At this moment, there was a dangerous aura about Qin Wanshu that made Zuo Qinghuan feel a trace of fear. She felt that if Qin Wanshu truly wanted her to disappear, it might indeed be simpler than squashing an ant.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"You're so clever, why not figure it out yourself?" Zuo Qinghuan continued to bluff, but she didn't truly understand why she had wanted to get close to Qin Wanshu. If she had encountered the current Qin Wanshu from the beginning, Zuo Qinghuan was certain she wouldn't have dared to provoke her. This woman was clearly not a good person.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Zuo Qinghuan, do you know what the biggest mistake you made is?" Qin Wanshu was very close to Zuo Qinghuan. Her voice seemed to float beside her ear, feeling that she was very close to her, But Zuo Qinghuan's pores were terrified.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">But Zuo Qinghuan is someone who doesn't shed tears when she sees the coffin. She is obviously terrified to death in her heart, but her mouth still doesn't admit defeat.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"My biggest mistake? I'm not frigid, but you are!" Zuo Qinghuan regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth. She had successfully provoked something resembling anger in Qin Wanshu's eyes. Zuo Qinghuan wasn't foolish; on the contrary, she was quite skilled at reading people's expressions. But why did her mind go blank and make her say such things now? Irritating Qin Wanshu wouldn't do her any good. For the first time, Zuo Qinghuan wished she could sew her mouth shut. She secretly hoped that Qin Wanshu was still the same person she had seen before.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Qin Wanshu narrowed her eyes. She was very angry. She treated this woman sincerely, but this woman was not only guilty but also ridiculed her. It was truly despicable.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Qin Wanshu has already pushed Zuo Qinghuan to the corner, she has no way to retreat and she wonders if the woman will slap her twice in anger, the main wife hitting the mistress, those scenes were all too common, or...<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"So you really want to know whether I'm frigid or not?" Qin Wanshu looked at her with a grim look.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Actually, whether you're frigid or not isn't the point. It's not something you'd wish for. Han Shibin and I were the ones..." Zuo Qinghuan hurriedly tried to smooth things over with a forced smile. She felt she was showing a very cooperative attitude in admitting her mistakes. Little did she know that saying "frigid" repeatedly would infuriate Qin Wanshu. In her moment of frustration, she sealed Zuo Qinghuan's lips, as if she wanted to prove that she wasn't frigid.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Zuo Qinghuan never expected that Qin Wanshu would actually kiss her, she was stunned for a moment and didn't realize it, but after she realized it quickly, she immediately felt that Qin Wanshu was probably really dizzy with her anger. Otherwise, why would she take the initiative like this? What Zuo Qinghuan didn't know was that she didn't mind being kissed by Qin Wanshu at all. In fact, she quite enjoyed it.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Soon Zuo Qinghuan followed the feeling of her body and turned passive into active, and kissed Qin Wanshu back. Zuo Qinghuan's kiss was more erotic and intense than Qin Wanshu's jerky kiss, which is a show of lips against lips. Her dexterous tongue reached Qin Wanshu's teeth, gently licking and teasing with a playful allure...<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Suddenly, Qin Wanshu pushed Zuo Qinghuan away. She felt like she had gone mad to actually do such a thing. She wanted to tear out Zuo Qinghuan's heart. It was all Zuo Qinghuan's fault!

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