Chapter 52: Does My Wife Know How to Dance Square Dance?
Qin Mo’s gaze lingered on her swaying waist for a moment, his pupils tightening slightly. Suddenly, he asked, “Does my wife know how to dance square dance?”
Upon hearing this, Wen Xia’s body swayed slightly, almost twisting her waist.
Qin Mo couldn’t possibly be asking her to perform square dance at a gala, could he?
It had to be said that a woman’s intuition was incredibly accurate. The next second, she heard the young man’s domineering voice: “Choose between dancing square dance or not going.”
“……”
Wen Xia raised three fingers at him. “Husband, the first prize is three hundred yuan, which is enough for more than fifty cups of milk tea.”
Seeing her cute and silly expression, Qin Mo couldn’t help but smile. When had he ever been stingy with her? “Three hundred yuan, huh?”
He pulled out his phone from his pocket. After a while, Wen Xia’s phone rang with a bank notification: 10,000.00 yuan deposited.
“Is that enough for milk tea?”
Wen Xia: “……”
What’s it like to have a rich, genius husband?
Suddenly, she lunged at him, hooking her arms around his neck and jumping up. Her legs wrapped around his waist, then she bit his cheek angrily, grumbling, “Qin Mo, you ‘insulted’ me with money.”
Qin Mo held her waist, pressing her against the wall, and without saying a word, lowered his head to kiss her.
Wen Xia was caught off guard, letting out a soft “mhm” as she tightened her arms around his neck.
After two or three minutes, Qin Mo finally released her, staring at her swollen lips, his eyes flashing with satisfaction.
“So, Wife, you’re not allowed to dance in front of all the boys at school.”
Wen Xia: “……”
Qin Mo held her, waited a moment, then gently lowered her to the ground and said softly, “Wife, I’ll help you choose a video.”
Wen Xia: “……”
……
At 8:46 AM, Liu An’an and Jiang Yan received a dance video from Wen Xia.
Liu An’an: “……”
Jiang Yan: “……”
“Xia Xia, although I don’t want to dance, I haven’t yet sunk to the level of dancing the square dance of old ladies.”
Wen Xia glanced at the vigilant Qin Mo beside her, feeling quite guilty, and typed a message, “This one’s simpler. We can modify some moves so it doesn’t look like square dance. The main reason is that renting the classical dance costumes is too expensive.”
Liu An’an: “That’s true.”
Jiang Yan: “Then let’s go with this one. I feel like the 300 yuan is out of our reach now.”
Wen Xia put down her phone and shot a resentful glance at Qin Mo, quietly protesting, “Husband, who does square dance at a welcome party?”
Qin Mo smiled indulgently, took a candy out of his pocket, unwrapped it, and popped it into her mouth. “Wife, you’d look good doing anything.”
Wen Xia smiled happily at his words. “Guess I’ll just call you sweet-talking, Husband.”
…
On Sunday morning, after finishing her extra classes, Qin Mo took Wen Xia’s bag and slung it over his shoulder. “I’m going to the county center for a speech contest this afternoon. Do you want to come along?”
Wen Xia thought for a moment. Jiang Yan had said she was going to meet Zhou Qing for a date, and Liu An’an was heading to a painting class, so it seemed like no one would be available for shopping.
“Okay.”
They had a casual meal outside before heading to Wen Xia’s place to drop off her things, then went to the Qin family home.
Since Qin Mo needed formal attire for his speech, he changed into a shirt and trousers. Naturally, he extended his hand toward Wen Xia. “Wife, could you button this for me?”
Wen Xia had done this many times before, so she skillfully buttoned his cuffs and adjusted his collar.
Suddenly, a large pair of hands wrapped around her waist, and the next second, she felt a warm kiss on her lips. It quickly pulled away. “Wife, you’re the best.”
Wen Xia giggled and teased, “It’s only because your money is in place, Husband.”
They spent another ten minutes at home being affectionate before heading out to catch a cab to the county center.
They arrived in just a few minutes, with half an hour left before 2 PM.
Qin Mo noticed Wen Xia rubbing her hands together. He reached over, took her hand, and tucked it into his pocket. Then, he went to buy her a cup of hot milk to warm her hands.
The speech contest was held in a conference room with over a hundred seats. By this time, about fifty or sixty students had arrived, but none of the judges were there yet.
The aisle in the middle was quite narrow, with Qin Mo walking ahead, still holding Wen Xia’s hand.
Their intimate gestures caught the attention of many around them.
As soon as Zhao Zichuan spotted Qin Mo, he immediately waved. “Qin Mo, over here.”
When they got closer, he noticed that only Wen Xia’s eyes and nose were visible behind Qin Mo, but even so, he could tell she was very beautiful.
So unfair! Is there no justice in the world? Bringing his girlfriend to a speech contest?
Qin Mo let Wen Xia sit next to him, while he sat next to Zhao Zichuan. He shot him a warning glance out of the corner of his eye.
The room had air conditioning, but it still felt a bit stuffy.
Wen Xia put down her milk tea, removed her blue scarf, and ran her hand through her long hair.
Her black hair was soft and smooth, falling neatly over her shoulders. Her skin was flawless, with barely visible pores. Her almond-shaped eyes were clean and pure, radiating a natural, innocent charm. Girls like her were the most eye-catching for boys in school.
Several boys in the front row turned to look at her several times. Wen Xia recognized them as Qin Mo’s classmates. She smiled brightly and greeted them, “Hello.”
The boys, excited, all shouted, “Hello, cousin!”
Though the Rocket Class was often considered a “nerdy” group, they weren’t as stiff as people thought. At their age, they still liked to play games, watch TV, and admire good-looking girls.
One of the boys extended his hand toward Wen Xia. “Cousin, I’m Pan Sen. Just call me Brother Pan.”
Qin Mo reached out and slapped his hand away, warning, “Pull your hand back.”
Pan Sen wasn’t offended. Clearly, his relationship with Qin Mo was good enough for him to joke around. He laughed and said, “Qin Mo, don’t be so petty. Your cousin is our cousin too.”
‘But she’s not his cousin! She’s Qin Mo’s girlfriend!’ Zhao Zichuan thought this to himself, then, in a good-natured attempt to help out, added, “Pan Sen, just shut up and go over your speech script.”
Qin Mo, considering Wen Xia’s situation with her transfer, didn’t want to clarify their relationship too directly. If he did, it might affect her ability to transfer to the same class.
For the sake of their future happiness, he decided to endure it for now. He turned to Wen Xia, gently ruffled her hair, and said, “Don’t mind them, just drink your milk tea.”
Wen Xia nodded.
“Your cousin is so cute!” Pan Sen leaned back in his chair, not afraid to compliment her.
Wen Xia: “……”
“If you say that again, I’ll tell Old Zhou you climbed over the wall last week to go play games,” Qin Mo glanced at him threateningly.
Pan Sen: “……”
He quickly turned his head and sat down in silence.
At that moment, a female voice broke through the chatter, “Is anyone sitting here?”
The voice sounded somewhat familiar. Wen Xia turned around to see a girl dressed in a white woolen skirt. The fur collar around her neck made her skin look even whiter, resembling a cute little white rabbit. She was quite adorable.
Wen Xia couldn’t immediately place where she had heard that voice before. She replied, “No, you can sit here.”
Zhao Zichuan cleared his throat awkwardly and, with good intentions, suggested, “Cousin, let me switch seats with you.”
Wen Xia gave him a serious look. She had heard from Qin Mo that Zhao Zichuan had never dated anyone while he was with Liu An’an, but he had been dumped.
She took a sip of her milk tea. “I’ll stay here. The view’s better.”
Zhao Zichuan gave Qin Mo a helpless glance, as if saying, ‘Brother, I can only help you this much.’
