She Lives without Regret in This Life

Chapter 209: Chapter 211: One Yuan Fifty for One Liang Chapter 209: Chapter 211: One Yuan Fifty for One Liang She would involuntarily relax her defenses, enjoying acting coquettish and seeing the helpless look on a man’s face.

“Xiao Ning, stop messing around!” There was a car gearshift between them, and fearing he might hurt her, he subconsciously lifted her onto his lap.

Xu Qigang pursed his lips, opened the car door, carried her to the back seat, then closed the door after her without getting in himself. Instead, he leaned against the driver’s door and started smoking.

The atmosphere between them grew silent and a bit eerie.

Watching his furrowed brows, Sheng Ning felt uneasy. She hadn’t meant for this embarassing situation to happen.

She thought about Shen Jianguo taking her back to the dormitory; was Xu Qigang already upset when he came today, yet restrained from speaking out due to his male pride?

Sigh! She must have been too complacent recently.

Xu Qigang outside smoked fervently, the cold wind laminating against his body, which he seemed not to notice. He finished one cigarette and lit another as the nicotine gradually calmed his restless heart.

Sheng Ning admired his figure from behind, liking it more the longer she looked, finally resting her chin in her hand, her eyes full of adoration.

Xu Qigang cast away the cigarette butt and extinguished it with his foot, then opened the door and got in the car. Turning to look at her, Sheng Ning gave an awkward cough, her gaze flitting everywhere, unsure where to settle.

After almost half an hour of blowing off steam outside, Xu Qigang’s body grew warm again. He pursed his lips and spoke in a slightly husky voice, “I can notice someone looking at me from a hundred meters away.”

His meaning was clear: you’ve been staring for quite some time, it’s too late to pretend now.

Sheng Ning, being smart, immediately understood and couldn’t help but pout and roll her eyes at him.

A smile slowly deepened in Xu Qigang’s eyes, the doubts and suppressed anger in his heart all but vanishing.

No matter the rumors, she was his, and could only be his. No one would stand a chance because he wouldn’t give them the opportunity.

Shen Jianguo? Xu Qigang’s eyes narrowed perilously. Even if you are the old leader’s son, he would show no mercy.

“You think you’re something special, huh!” With that much arrogance, he needs to be put in his place.

Xu Qigang couldn’t help but joke: “I am quite something!” No one outside the rescue team could ever understand what the War Wolf Rescue Team stood for, nor comprehend the real meaning behind the nickname ‘Living Yama’.

It was his pride. He might be restrained and low-profile, but even more self-assured.

Sheng Ning was speechless. How could he brag so shamelessly with such a serious face?

It was like the beam was set crookedly from the start. Old comrades had told her that President Shen Feihu was just the same. So, from top to bottom, the entire Rescue Association was of the same nature.

Sheng Ning looked at Xu Qigang with eyes that seemed to say, ‘I know you’re a rascal, all of you are rascals, and as a female comrade among rascals, the pressure is huge.’

Xu Qigang really wanted to ruffle her hair, but he restrained himself: “I’ll take you there.”

“What about Hong Mei? She was left halfway there,” she said.

When Xu Qigang heard she still had concerns for Zhang Hongmei, his brow furrowed a bit, “Don’t worry, she can sort herself out. You should hang out more with Chen Huaying, she is nice!” The Song and Dance Troupe had trained with the War Wolf Rescue Team for a month, and although Xu Qigang rarely participated, he had a good grasp of everyone there.

Sheng Ning seemed clever, but could act foolishly sometimes, being soft-hearted and easily used by others.

“Oh!” Knowing he meant well, Sheng Ning obediently nodded,

Once the jeep restarted, it made its way toward the market.

The closer they got to the city center, the busier it became. Xu Qigang driving the jeep down the street was quite noticeable.

After all, in the China of the eighties, seeing a car on the street was a rare sight.

Upon reaching their destination, Xu Qigang found a place to park, and then they both walked casually.

The market was large, with a sizable state-owned department store close by. It was bustling with people coming and going.

Following the awkward car ride, although they walked together, there was now a noticeable gap between them.

Sheng Ning, lost in her thoughts, was happy to see him still restraining his feelings, enjoying an inner sense of happiness.

Whether he would restrain himself for her was important. Because it signified his sense of responsibility, how much he treasured her.

“Stop daydreaming!” A deep voice sounded beside her ear.

Sheng Ning felt her hand touched briefly by a calloused large hand. Instinctively wanting to hold on, the other hand withdrew quickly.

She couldn’t help but reveal a wistful expression.

“Pick whatever you like,” Xu Qigang coughed lightly, saying awkwardly.

“I can do it myself.”

The department store was large and stocked with an array of items. When Sheng Ning and Xu Qigang approached the wool yarn counter, the sales clerk was starstruck.

They hadn’t seen such a well-matched couple in a long time.

“Let me see that,” Sheng Ning spotted a dark blue wool yarn and pointed, yet the clerk’s gaze remained fixed on Xu Qigang.

Sheng Ning called out for quite a while without a response.

Xu Qigang frowned, his usually calm face suddenly changing, exuding a daunting air. His presence formed an invisible divide with the surroundings; people nearby, intimidated by his aura, unconsciously opened up space around them.

The yarn salesman abruptly came to his senses, then turned pale. Despite the winter cold, sweat beaded his forehead.

“Comrade, please bring the yarn over to see,” Xu Qigang said in a steady voice.

“Oh! Yes, yes…” The clerk nervously brought over the yarn to the front counter.

Sheng Ning examined the yarn without a word; it was soft, comfortable, and the quality was very good, apparently blended with wool.

“How much is it?”

“One Yuan and fifty cents per liang (approximately 50 grams).”

Sheng Ning weighed in her mind against her dad’s height and weight, realizing a normal man would need at least half a kilogram of yarn.

Fifteen Yuan was beyond her current strained finances.

Realizing she couldn’t afford it, Sheng Ning secretly shook her head and looked away to find something else.

“Comrade, you have good taste. This yarn is fresh stock, mixed with wool. It’s comfortable and warm to wear,” the clerk, no longer sensing hostility, boldly promoted the yarn.

“No need. How is this yarn sold?”