Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chu Molin didn’t see Jing Xin when he went to work, and later heard from others that he went to the small woods.

Chu Molin told them to continue working and went to find Jing Xin himself, but before he found him, he saw someone up ahead.

Chu Molin quickly hid behind a big tree, concealing himself.

“Didn’t I tell you not to call me here?” A girl’s anxious voice rang out.

“What, scared of being seen by others?” A careless, irresponsible voice replied.

“Let me tell you, if you screw this up for me, I’ll make you pay! Got it?” The girl’s voice sounded furious.

“Don’t worry, I won’t mess it up. But shouldn’t you give me some interest first, huh?” The careless voice changed, and so did the atmosphere.

“Aiyo, you’ve already taken my innocence. What else can I do?” The girl’s voice turned flattering, completely different from her previous ferocity.

“As long as you know, if you hadn’t let me do things to you, do you think you could order me around? Let me tell you, it’s not that I’m afraid of you, it’s because I’m interested in you now, got it? Hurry up, less damn talk, if you make me feel good, we can talk about anything. If not, I’ll keep going until I’m satisfied, got it?” The man’s voice was filled with lustful desire.

“I got it.” As the girl’s flattering voice trailed off, the sound of rustling clothing could be heard, followed by a mix of moans and heavy breathing.

Chu Molin hid there without moving, silently listening to the sounds coming from nearby. His ears were forced to listen to a live erotic scene.

One might wonder why Chu Molin didn’t interrupt them – it was because he had recognized the girl’s voice. Since she had chosen to deal with a dangerous person, she would have to bear the consequences. Chu Molin had never been a kind man.

While the couple was at the height of their passion, Chu Molin quietly sneaked away to the other side.

He found Jing Xin in the woods on the other side as well.

“Deputy Chief, what brings you here?” Jing Xin opened his eyes and asked when he heard footsteps.

“Let’s talk.” Chu Molin sat beside him and spoke softly.

“What about?” Jing Xin sat up and asked.

“About your thoughts.” Chu Molin glanced at him and began.

There’s nothing to talk about.” Jing Xin lowered his head, picked up a blade of grass and wound it around his finger, then unwound it and repeated the action over and over.

“Is it because you have nothing to say or because you don’t know how to say it?” Chu Molin looked into the distance, speaking quietly.

Jing Xin stayed silent – what was he thinking?

You must not have heard the first part of the conversation between Xue’er and your wife.” Chu Molin, seeing Jing Xin like this, confidently asked.

Jing Xin looked up at Chu Molin for a moment, then lowered his eyes to the ground again, still silent.

“Jing Xin, don’t you want to know why your wife doesn’t want this child? If you don’t want to know, then just pretend I never came.” Chu Molin stood up, dusted the grass off his pants, and prepared to leave.

“Deputy Chief, tell me why. You don’t know how happy I was when I heard that Xiuxiu was pregnant. I wanted to hold her tightly in my arms right away.

But before I could finish being happy, I heard her say she didn’t want the child in her belly. Deputy Chief, do you know how much that hurt me? At that moment, I could barely control myself from hurting her.” Jing Xin covered his face with his hands, tears streaming through his fingers.

Who said men shouldn’t shed tears? It’s just that they haven’t reached the point of heartbreak.

Even a tough guy like Jing Xin cried, showing just how heartbroken and distraught he was.