Xiu Gou's Taming Record

Yu Heng rushed to Qin Lu's building, walking and running all the way.

The old-style apartment building didn't have an elevator, so he climbed up to the fourth floor in the dark.

He knocked on the door, and it was opened a crack.

Qin Ya was wearing cartoon pajamas, and her hair was all messy.

"You've finally arrived!" She dragged Yu Heng inside like a thief. "My mom's thrown up in the bathroom for the third time, I can't move her at all..."

"Is he in the toilet?" Yu Heng asked.

Qin Ya nodded vigorously, then opened her bedroom door and said, "I'm leaving this place to you. Don't worry, no matter what noise there is... I won't come out."

After saying that, she closed the door and locked it from the inside.

Yu Heng clicked his tongue and walked to the bathroom door, which wasn't closed properly.

Through the crack in the door, Yu Heng saw Qin Lu sitting on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bathtub.

She was only wearing a beige chiffon nightgown.

The fabric was so thin that the outline of the black underwear underneath was clearly visible.

She was curled up on the ground with her legs bare.

Yu Heng pushed open the door and entered, the smell of alcohol hitting him immediately.

He crouched down and gently placed his hand on Qin Lu's shoulder: "Counselor?"

Qin Lu didn't react; her eyes were closed, and her chest was heaving violently.

"Teacher Qin?" Yu Heng called out again.

Qin Lu then slowly opened her eyes.

"Yu Heng?" Her gaze struggled to focus on his face. "What's wrong with you...?"

"Get up first," Yu Heng said without explanation, his arm slipping under her armpits. "The ground is cold."

Qin Lu seemed to tremble slightly, but she didn't have the strength to dodge.

Yu Heng pulled her up from the ground with force.

She lost her balance and leaned against him.

Slightly cool, but soft.

Qin Lu unconsciously wrapped one arm around his neck.

His head was tilted against his shoulder, and his hot breath sprayed onto the side of his neck.

It carried the damp smell of alcohol and the scent of a mature woman.

A drunk mature woman is even more alluring.

Yu Heng helped her to the sofa, and Qin Lu's legs went weak, causing her to collapse onto the sofa.

He let go of her hand and turned to look at the coffee table.

The bottle of red wine was almost empty.

There were also a few empty beer cans scattered around.

If you mix them together, how can you not throw up?

Yu Heng shook his head and went to find a clean towel.

Wet it with water and wring it dry.

He walked back to the living room and sat down next to Qin Lu.

"Wipe your face." He handed her a towel.

Qin Lu didn't answer; she just leaned back on the sofa with her eyes closed.

Seeing that she didn't react, Yu Heng simply took matters into his own hands.

He took a towel and gently wiped the stains from the corner of her mouth.

She moved slightly as the towel wiped her lips.

Yu Heng's hand paused.

Qin Lu slowly opened her eyes and looked at him.

Those eyes were still hazy with intoxication, but they seemed a little more sober.

Moreover, judging from this, even before he arrived, he certainly wasn't so drunk that he was unconscious.

Qin Ya, that little brat, gave a false report!

"Why are you here?" she asked in a hoarse voice.

"Qin Ya asked me to come," Yu Heng said, withdrawing his hand and placing the towel aside. "She said you were drunk and vomiting a lot, and she couldn't support you."

Qin Lu frowned upon hearing this.

"What did she ask you to do!" Her voice suddenly rose, tinged with annoyance. "Who told her to call you!"

"Who else should she call if not me?" Yu Heng retorted. "An ambulance? Or her husband?"

Qin Lu was speechless; she opened her mouth but couldn't utter a word.

She turned her face away, supporting her forehead with her hand, as if she had a terrible headache.

Yu Heng sighed as he looked at her like this.

"What exactly happened this afternoon?" he asked, for some reason, he was a little concerned.

If she and her husband are happily married, then it doesn't matter.

But given their current situation, he has a strange possessiveness.

Qin Lu didn't answer, and the living room fell silent, with only slightly heavy breathing.

Yu Heng waited a while, then spoke again: "Counselor."

"..."

Yu Heng looked at her and asked again, "What happened this afternoon?"

Qin Lu remained silent.

Yu Heng wasn't in a hurry, so he just sat there.

Several minutes passed before Qin Lu finally spoke.

The voice was very low, as if he were talking to himself.

"I went to the city because I wanted to have a proper talk with him."

"What are you talking about?"

"Let's talk about Qin Ya, let's talk about this family." Qin Lu said, then suddenly laughed, "But when I opened the door, that girl was there too."

Yu Heng didn't respond, waiting for her to continue. It seemed she had been cheated on.

"She lives in my house," Qin Lu stared blankly at the ceiling, "sleeping in my bed and sitting on the sofa I bought."

I asked him what it meant.

"He said, 'It's exactly what I thought—they're actually living together?!'"

Qin Lu took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"And then?" Yu Heng asked.

"Then..." Qin Lu paused for a moment, "I acted impulsively and got into a fight with her."

Yu Heng raised an eyebrow.

"She pulled my hair, and I slapped her," Qin Lu said calmly, but her voice was trembling. "Then Lin Liyan... he actually protected that girl."

"He held her, motionless, just looking at me."

"I hit him with my bag, but he didn't fight back. He just protected her."

Qin Lu's voice had completely gone hoarse by this point.

Then he recounted everything that had happened over the past year.

Yu Heng looked at her.

Her eyes reddened again, but this time she didn't cry.

He just stared at the ceiling, his eyes empty and weary.

"So you just left?" Yu Heng asked.

"What else?" Qin Lu turned to look at him, "Stay there and watch them show off their love?"

Yu Heng didn't say anything, but he understood what was going on.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Qin Lu's wrist.

Qin Lu trembled and tried to pull her hand away, but Yu Heng held it tightly.

"So this," Yu Heng said, rubbing his thumb against the faint red mark on her wrist, "was it from that girl who pinched me?"

Qin Lu pursed her lips, not denying it.

Yu Heng released his grip and his gaze shifted to her legs.

"What about the stockings getting snagged?" he asked. "Was that her doing too?"

Qin Lu turned her face away: "It got there during the fight."

"Dust on your clothes?"

"I tripped and fell during the shoving."

Yu Heng nodded after listening.

"So this afternoon," he concluded, "you got into a fight with the mistress, your husband protected the mistress, you even tripped and fell, and came back looking disheveled."

Qin Lu: "..."

"That's a pretty good summary." She chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Yu Heng smiled too.

He leaned back and crossed his legs.

"Counselor," he said casually, "your fighting ability isn't up to par."

Qin Lu glared at him: "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is," Yu Heng turned to look at her, "if you really want to fight, you should grab a weapon. What kind of effect can you achieve by just hitting him? You should take a rolling pin or an ashtray and smash him on the head until he doesn't dare to defend himself anymore."

Qin Lu was taken aback by his words.

"You..." she opened her mouth, "You're inciting crime."

"I'm teaching you how to protect yourself," Yu Heng shrugged. "Besides, he's already protecting his mistress, why are you still being polite to him?"

Qin Lu remained silent for a few seconds.

"I can't beat her," she whispered. "That girl is stronger and younger than me."

Upon hearing this, Yu Heng leaned closer, staring into her eyes: "He found someone younger, so why don't you find someone younger too?"