Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

Chapter 73: Chapter 73 I’ll cook you a bowl of noodles

Night had fallen, and lights were shining in every household.

Having hung the rag in the bathroom, Cheng Su finally sat down on a small stool to rest, cradling half a cup of water in her hands. She gazed around at the loneliness of the room and felt somewhat dazed.

One person, one room—it was as if she had returned to her previous life, coming home after a day’s work to tranquility and serenity.

Indeed, it was only when she saw him that she deeply felt her married status; aside from that, Cheng Su hadn’t fully stepped into the role, especially when Qi Taiguo was away.

But when would that guy return, and was everything alright?

Cheng Su glanced at the door to the room where Qi Taiguo usually slept, pursed her lips, put down her cup, and twisted the doorknob to enter.

The room, even smaller than the master bedroom, contained only a bivouac. The light green thin blanket was folded neatly at the foot of the bed.

Behind the foot of the bed, there was a small desk with a cup and a few books on it. Cheng Su glanced at them and realized they were all military magazines and books.

On the desk, there was also a notebook and a pen. Cheng Su hesitated, picked it up, then set it down again.

”I’ll just look at his handwriting,” she murmured, staring at the notebook for a minute.

Opening the notebook, she saw Qi Taiguo’s name written in bold and vigorous strokes; seeing the handwriting was as good as seeing the man himself, no mistake—it was indeed Qi Taiguo’s writing.

Looking further, Cheng Su paused. What was this, poetry?

A tough soldier, actually writing poetry?

Cheng Su read it softly, and it seemed to rhyme quite well.

Qi Taiguo had only finished junior high school. At a time when the production team was recruiting soldiers, his father signed him up. After the physical examination, he was selected and went off to join the military, leaving his high school education incomplete.

”Self-taught?” Cheng Su raised an eyebrow. ”I hadn’t realized he was such a sentimental person. Is there a gentleness beneath that rugged exterior?”

A memory flashed through her mind, and her cheeks turned red.

Back when he was still in school, she had already considered herself his wife, keeping a tight hold on Qi Taiguo. If any girl dared to pass him a love letter, she dared to pull the girl’s hair, rip her clothes, and call her shameless.

Heavens, how old was she back then?

Thwack!

Cheng Su closed the notebook. No wonder Qi Taiguo was so respectful yet distant towards her, even their marriage was reluctant—it seems she had tormented him since they were children!

”What sins did you commit when you were young?” Cheng Su gently patted her face, laughing and crying at the same time. She was so young!

No wonder she stopped going to school after the first year of high school, probably thinking only about marrying Qi Taiguo, her golden bachelor.

It seems your affection for him was true love!

Cheng Su exhaled softly, put the notebook down and tidied everything up before leaving the room.

Without the entertainment of television, Cheng Su went to bed early, drifting in and out of sleep, when suddenly she heard some noise.

Cheng Su snapped awake, heart racing in the darkness of the room.

In this old house, she wasn’t sure of her safety, but she figured thieves wouldn’t dare rob a house in the military district, right?

Could the noise be?

Cheng Su sat up and opened the door. Sure enough, with his back to her, Qi Taiguo was setting down a large backpack on the floor.

Cheng Su was both shocked and delighted. When Qi Taiguo turned around, she flashed a big smile, ”Qi Taiguo, you’re back. Are you hungry? I’ll cook you some noodles.”