Xiu Gou's Taming Record

The car was eerily quiet.

Qin Ya fastened her seatbelt and secretly glanced at her own mother.

Qin Lu kept her eyes on the road ahead, focusing on driving.

"Mom," Qin Ya said, her voice deliberately light, "Why didn't you greet Yu Heng today?"

"Why bother greeting him?" Her voice was indifferent. "He's your boss, I'm your mother, we're not close to begin with."

"Not familiar?" Qin Ya raised an eyebrow. "Not familiar? How much more familiar do we need to be? We'd have to kiss to be considered familiar..."

"Qin Ya!" Qin Lu interrupted her, "Speak properly."

Why is this child becoming more and more outspoken?

Or did she overhear it one night?

She went to that room specifically to check, and Qin Ya was already fast asleep.

Qin Ya pursed her lips and remained silent.

After the car passed a traffic light, Qin Lu spoke again, her voice softening: "What did he do today?"

Qin Ya rolled her eyes and said casually, "It's nothing special. He was sitting in the living room when I came, but it seemed like someone was taking a shower in the bathroom. I don't know who it was, but it definitely wasn't Bai Xinran."

What does it mean when someone is taking a shower in the bathroom?

Isn't it Bai Xinran?

That little rascal, he really enjoys letting women take showers at home!

Who else is in Yu Heng's life?

Qin Lu frowned slightly.

She realized that she didn't know Yu Heng very well.

She could see from the file that he came from a single-parent family, his father had died young, and he was a local.

The first time we met was in the infirmary; she rushed over as soon as she heard someone had fainted.

When you first start working as a counselor here, you need to be quite attentive.

As soon as she entered, she saw the grinning boy lying on the bed.

His gaze was very obvious and direct, staring at his own legs and chest.

She had seen this kind of gaze many times, but this was the first time a student had been so blatant.

Later, he became increasingly audacious, not only looking but also talking inappropriately.

For some reason, she wasn't very resistant. In fact, after she said she looked good in stockings, she started to spend time buying a lot of new ones.

Looking back, she felt ashamed.

Could it really be because she and Lin Liyan have been separated for too long?

He must really be as lonely as Yu Heng said.

But she didn't want what happened that night to happen; she didn't want to go that far.

She simply wanted to enjoy being watched, to feel Yu Heng's aggressive gaze.

There's also the stimulation from verbal sparring.

The car made two turns in the residential area and slowly stopped in front of the building.

Qin Lu turned off the engine, but did not get out of the car immediately.

She gripped the steering wheel, her fingers unconsciously tightening slightly.

I really drank too much that day...

It was like that, half-heartedly, she went along with it...

As a result, her mindset has changed somewhat, and she can't quite put her finger on it.

But she did like Yu Heng's youthful enthusiasm, as well as the feeling of being strongly demanded of and possessed.

Qin Lu twitched the corner of her mouth and unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Mom?" Qin Ya had already opened the car door and stepped out with one foot. "Get out of the car."

"Mmm," Qin Lu replied, pushing open the car door.

Her feet were on the ground, and there was a slight friction as her stockings rubbed against her ankles.

These stockings are too thin today. Even though I'm wearing tights underneath, I still feel a bit chilly.

Qin Lu locked her car and walked into the building with Qin Ya, one after the other.

Qin Ya walked ahead, humming an off-key tune.

When I was picking out clothes this morning, my fingers lingered on the stockings section for a long time.

In the end, it was pulled out.

Who am I wearing this for?

She didn't understand.

Maybe it's just a habit, maybe... never mind.

"Mom, what are you daydreaming about?" Qin Ya had already jumped to the entrance of the building and turned to look at her.

Qin Lu snapped out of her daze, locked her car, and followed.

Inside the elevator, Qin Ya leaned against the wall: "Do you think Yu Heng and that woman taking a bath... could they already be...?"

"Qin Ya," Qin Lu interrupted her, her voice a little cold, "Don't pry into other people's business."

Qin Ya pursed her lips and remained silent.

She knew her mother was angry.

It's good that you're annoyed; it means you care.

Then there's still hope!

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Qin Lu asked.

"Whatever." Qin Ya narrowed her eyes. "There are still some frozen dumplings in the fridge, right? We can cook some."

"Eating frozen food," Qin Lu frowned. "It's not nutritious."

"Then you do it," Qin Ya said, having already climbed to the third floor. "You don't know how to do it anyway."

Qin Lu choked for a moment.

She's really not very good at cooking.

She used to have a nanny at home, but then the mine went bankrupt, and Lin Liyan... so she had even less interest in learning these things.

"I'll go buy some groceries tomorrow," Qin Lu said, and followed them inside.

Qin Ya threw her schoolbag on the sofa and kicked off her shoes: "I'm going to take a shower first, I'm all sweaty."

"Okay." Qin Lu hung up her bag and took off her trench coat.

She was wearing a bodycon skirt underneath, and she glanced down at her legs.

The stockings were a little wrinkled at the knee, from sitting down.

She hesitated for a moment, then bent down and took off her stockings.

The thin stockings were rolled up into a ball and she threw them into the laundry basket.

It was a bit chilly with bare legs, so Qin Lu went to the bedroom to change into a pair of loungewear pants, which made her feel a little more comfortable.

She went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to take a look.

Frozen dumplings, frozen glutinous rice balls, and several boxes of yogurt.

There's really not much we can do.

Qin Lu sighed, took out the bag of frozen dumplings, and boiled water to put them in the pot.

Steam slowly rose, blurring the glass door of the kitchen.

Just like that bathroom door at Yu Heng's house that day.

She remembered that night, when his hands were very strong and he was gripping her waist.

Then Qin Lu suddenly came to her senses and couldn't help but spit.

She was actually thinking about this?

crazy.

The water in the pot boiled, and the dumplings floated to the surface.

Qin Lu stirred it with a strainer and added a bowl of cold water.

While waiting for the water to boil again, she took out her phone.

The WeChat interface was still showing her chat window with Qin Ya.

Scrolling up, I saw the message Yu Heng had sent last night: "Counselor, let me know when you get home."

She didn't reply.

Then that very night, she blocked him.

Should we release him?

Why release them?

Should I take the initiative to talk to him?

Ask him who was taking a shower today?

Qin Lu felt that her idea was utterly absurd.

What right does she have to ask?

And why ask at all?

The dumplings are cooked.

Qin Lu scooped out the dumplings, put them on two plates, and brought them to the living room.

Qin Ya had just come out of the shower, her hair still wet, and she was wrapped in a bath towel.

"So fast?" Qin Ya leaned closer and smelled it. "Is it filled with chives?"

"Okay." Qin Lu handed her the chopsticks. "Eat quickly, and dry your hair after you finish, so you don't catch a cold."

"Okay, I know." Qin Ya sat down at the table, picked up a dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth, saying indistinctly, "Mom, you really don't plan to talk to Yu Heng anymore?"

Qin Lu paused.

"Let's eat." She didn't reply.

Qin Ya pouted and didn't press the matter further, burying her head in eating dumplings.

The living room quieted down, with only the soft sound of chopsticks touching the dishes.

Qin Lu ate very slowly, chewing each dumpling for a long time.

She wasn't actually hungry, but she felt she should eat something.

Otherwise, if you're on an empty stomach, your mind is more likely to wander.

"Mom," Qin Ya suddenly spoke again, "Isn't Yu Heng quite capable?"

Qin Lu's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a sudden, instinctive panic. She looked up and asked, "What's so amazing?"