Counter Attack Chapter 6

Wu Qiqiong laid flat on his stomach with the drip on his hand. He turned his head to look at Jiang Xiaoshuai. "I hold my virtual and have never done any single in all my life to be ashamed of. I devoted my heart and soul into her. Why does she have to break up with me?"

"Because you're so rigid, easy to understand and so she grew tired of you. Everyone has the desire to conquer someone. When that satisfaction is gradually fading for her, she will eventually lose her interest. Will you play the same game or watch the same drama again and again?

"I will. I have already watched more than 20 times of 'Drawing Sword'."

Jian Xiaoshuai grew speechless. "How many other one-track minded like you are out there?"

Wu Qiqiong scratched at the cover on his phone where the paint had almost came off. He felt uncertain so he directed the question to Jiang Xiaoshuai "Say.. if I were to meet her after my recovery, and give her a pretty expensive gift to prove that I'm not stingy, will she still break up with me?"

Jiang Xiaoshuai delivered his words mildly. "A root that doesn't love you will grow out numerous reasonable branches. After you break one, there will always be another later. It take one day for you to break one branch, whereas she merely takes a few seconds to grow out another one. The pace that you use to satisfy her excuses will never catch up with the pace she fob you off."

"I don't believe it." Wu Qiqiong persisted.

Jiang Xiaoshuai smacked Wu Qiqiong's head in irritation. 

"Why are you so rigid?"

"I study theory. There's such a thing as evidence in all matters. Without any concrete reasons, I can't imply the conclusion. You must have read too much fictions and imagining too much. Actually it's not as complex as it seems between human interactions. Sometimes the reason for two person to break up is because the failure to communicate through. Situations like these are really common!"

"Fine!" Jiang Xiaoshuai decided to stop arguing with Wu Qiqiong. "Suit yourself!"

One month passed by quickly and the air had started to chill. Wu Qiqiong's wound had also made a full recovery. During this period, Wu Qiqiong had lost yet another 5 kilograms. He was hearty and his body grew fitter day by day. He would chat with Jiang Xiaoshuai everyday so the days did not seemed to be so dreadful. Furthermore, his temper got better as well.

"Seriously leaving this time?" Jiang Xiaoshuai threw him a side glance. "Not coming back again right?"

"Probably won't. I'm more certain this time round."

Jiang Xiaoshuai heaved a huge sigh. "Fine. Leave then. Do drop by when you're free."

Wu Qiqiong stepped out of the clinic with confidence. As compared to before, he did not miss Yue Yue as much. He did not call her immediately, instead took a turn and headed home.

His mother was sitting on brick bed sewing heavy wool knit for her grandchild. Nowadays no one will still wear this kind of thick trousers. It's heavy and not easy to wash. However, his mother just wanted to do it. She always felt that those sold outside would not be warm enough. With some cottons and fabric, she was preoccupied with it. Due to her old age, her eyes were not as good as before. It was hard for her to thread a needle. Her hands were already sore yet she still couldn't thread it.

"Let me help you."

Wu Qiqiong's rough hand pinched at the needle head. His eyes was sparkling. In them, there were only the needle and thread before him.

"My child. You looked so thin." His mother's heart ached.

Wu Qiqiong laughed lightly. "I'm dieting."

"You don't look good looking so thin. Fatter is still better."

"It doesn't count if you like to see. You daughter-in-law needs to like it too."

His mother asked again. "When will Yue Yue come to our house?"

Wu Qiqiong passed the threaded needle to her, and lightly brushed off her question. "Soon. She's busy with work these days. She can't find the time."

His mother nodded her head and continued with the work before her.

Wu Qiqiong watched as her mother placed the fabric that was cut off into a shoebox. Not sure what it would be used for. It's been many years since they had the shoebox. Even after the company brand went bankrupt, that shoebox was still firm as ever, not the slightest bit of distortion. Wu Qiqiong's heart ached, unable to say the words buried in his chest.

"You have something to tell me right?" His mother saw through his uneasiness.

Wu Qiqiong couldn't find his voice. It's simply impossible to voice it out.

His mother understood him and crawled over to the other side slowly. Layers of quilts were stacked neatly at the side. She moved the top two layers away and spread out the one below it. She removed the wadding and the fabric. There was a little pocket sewed tightly along it. She removed the wadding and took out a little bag from it. The bag was also sewed tightly. After removing one layer by another layer, there was only ten thousand inside.

"Mom. I will return it to you." Said Wu Qiqiong.

His mother brushed it off, "We're parent and child. Money don't come between us."

T/N

Till the next chapter. Ciao.

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