My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago

Chapter 197: That House...

Xu Qing moved back into his familiar master bedroom. On the large bed, two sets of pillows and blankets were neatly arranged. The bedside table was cluttered with Jiang He’s hair ties, charger, and other random items. In the corner, the clothes rack held several pairs of white panties and bras, filling the room with a distinctly feminine touch…

Xu Qing suddenly realized he had been careless.

Moving in so abruptly might lead to a lot of awkward situations, and he had zero experience in this area—he had never lived with anyone before.

Jiang He, however, seemed completely oblivious. Last night, she had simply turned off the lights and thrown Xu Qing onto the bed, saving them both a lot of hassle.

In the morning, Jiang He spent the entire early hours playing with her hair while holding a book.

“This… ‘A rod of one foot, take half of it daily, and it will never be exhausted for all eternity’? How is that even possible?”

“If you only take half each time, it gets smaller and smaller. The remaining half also keeps shrinking, so of course, you can never take it all.” Xu Qing hadn’t expected her to get stuck on this.

“How can you take it all if you only ever take half?”

“When it becomes really, really tiny…” Jiang He trailed off mid-sentence.

Even if it became incredibly small, as long as it could still be divided…

“In real life, this concept doesn’t quite hold up, but in pure mathematical theory, it works. If you keep halving something dozens of times, it might become invisible to the naked eye, but as long as you can take half, something will always remain.”

Jiang He seemed deep in thought at Xu Qing’s explanation.

“Infinitely approaching zero, but never actually reaching it. No matter how small it gets, it can always get smaller. It can infinitely approach zero, but it will never be zero. Theory is theory, and real life is real life. In practical applications, this is difficult to achieve, but mathematically, it’s flawless.” Xu Qing leaned over to take a look—it was a fun problem in her workbook, and it really was quite interesting.

Jiang He seemed to be developing an interest in studying.

“Can I play games now?” She closed the book.

…Alright, he took back what he just thought.

After lunch, Xu Qing went out to visit Qin Hao at the hospital.

After spending half a month there, Qin Hao still wasn’t fully recovered, but today, he was finally being discharged to continue his recovery at home.

Wang Zijun drove over to pick him up, bringing along a few flamboyant bouquets of flowers.

“A grand celebration for our hero’s return home!”

“You’re just making a scene.” Qin Hao sneered at the flowers. “Why would a grown man need flowers…”

“The girl I tried to give them to didn’t want them, so I figured I’d bring them here. Stick them in a vase—they’ll last over a week.”

Wang Zijun’s explanation made Qin Hao even more annoyed. He pulled a flower from the bouquet and stuck it behind Wang Zijun’s ear.

“Don’t move—let me take a pic!” Xu Qing snapped a photo of Wang Zijun with the flower, then immediately sent it to Qin Hao.

The three of them laughed and joked as they got into the car, heading straight for Qin Hao’s house. Sitting in the backseat, Qin Hao pulled a newspaper out of his bag. ṘÅΝộβƐŚ

“We made the news. And so did this guy.”

“What the hell? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” Xu Qing was stunned. He grabbed the newspaper, flipping through it eagerly.

The article had blurred-out images and used fake names, but the three of them could still recognize themselves in the pictures. The only one missing was the girl, who had been in the alley at the time and wasn’t captured on camera.

“Never thought I’d make the news one day… Damn, didn’t you guys say I’d end up in the news sooner or later? Well, here we are!” Xu Qing smugly shook the newspaper. “I’m taking this home, framing it, and hanging it in my dad’s study so he can see it every day.”

“What we actually said was that you’d end up on Legal Report,” Qin Hao scoffed.

Wang Zijun glanced at the rearview mirror eagerly. “Am I in it? Am I in it?”

“Focus on driving. All you do is yell…”

“I was calling for help! Otherwise, how were you two supposed to hold that guy down? I’m weak as hell—one stab and I’d be dead.”

Thinking back to that night, Wang Zijun still felt a chill. He hadn’t even processed what was happening when Xu Qing and Qin Hao had already jumped in. The next thing he knew, Qin Hao was clutching his stomach, bleeding like crazy.

The way it had looked… like he was about to die.

“I’m just saying, Haozi, you’re way too reckless. Maybe you should transfer to a desk job or something…”

“I actually want to switch to criminal investigations.”

“F***, you really won’t be satisfied until you get stabbed a few more times, huh?”

Wang Zijun couldn’t understand how this musclehead thought—was his brain also made of muscle?

“So, how was your half-month hospital stay?” Xu Qing folded up the newspaper, stuffing it into his pocket, clearly not planning to return it.

“Comfy! Ah—ah! Slow down!” Qin Hao winced as Wang Zijun suddenly tapped the brakes.

“Didn’t you just say you were comfy?” Wang Zijun smirked.

“It’s a ‘painfully enjoyable’ experience, you know? I spent every day hoping to come across something exciting outside, so I could clutch my waist and yell, ‘Police! Don’t move!’ It’s badass… even though I didn’t have a gun, at least I got to feel cool.

Not to mention, when that woman came to thank me, the sense of achievement was incredible. If it weren’t for me… well, if it weren’t for us passing by, she would’ve lost all her earnings for the day, and who knows what else could’ve happened to her.” Qin Hao leaned back, eyes closed, clearly pleased with himself.

“If it weren’t for me, you’d be dead,” Xu Qing patted his shoulder.

“If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have had the chance to show off.” Wang Zijun quickly claimed credit. If he hadn’t suggested going to the internet café, none of this would have happened.

“So basically, you’re the jinx.” Xu Qing pointed at the front seat, then turned to Qin Hao. “Look, you and him together are the real bad luck combo. It’s got nothing to do with me. Next time you go wandering around, bring him instead.”

Qin Hao had always thought Xu Qing’s jinxing words only worked when they were together, but now, the truth was clear—Wang Zijun was the real unlucky one.

He looked perpetually tired, like he hadn’t slept enough.

“You know…” Qin Hao chuckled, eyes still shut. “The three of us together? Something will happen.”

A chill ran down Wang Zijun’s spine—he could feel the curse settling in.

“Shut up! Don’t jinx it! I’m driving

“This is reverse jinxing. The more we say nothing will happen, the more likely something will. I’m just ensuring your safety.”

“Dude, just shut up!”

Despite all the banter, they arrived safely at Qin Hao’s place. As they helped him out of the car, Qin Maocai waved a broom around them symbolically, sweeping away any bad luck before letting them inside.

In the living room stood a solid wooden coat rack, from which hung a suit of armor that Qin Maocai was making.

Not only was it a size bigger than Xu Qing’s, but even the iron rings were larger, making it look incredibly imposing. However, it was only a third complete—there weren’t even any sleeves yet.

Wang Zijun was stunned. “Are you guys bored, or are you actually preparing for war? What is this, the Renaissance?”

“If you wear this while working cases, no one can hurt you.”

“I’ll be done with mine soon. We’ll see how effective it is,” Xu Qing said excitedly.

Men really had a natural fascination with things like armor. They were completely hooked.

After hanging out at Qin Hao’s place for over an hour, Xu Qing finally left.

At the entrance, Wang Zijun twirled his car keys. “Not getting in?”

“You go ahead. I’m heading home.” Xu Qing waved him off and jogged upstairs, pulling the newspaper out of his pocket and smoothing it out.@@novelbin@@

He pushed open the door.

“Mom, where’s Dad?”

“In the study. What are you doing here?”

“Just dropping by.”

Xu Qing strolled into the study. Seeing the sly look on his son’s face, Xu Wenbin frowned—this couldn’t be anything good.

“Check this out.”

“What is it?” Xu Wenbin adjusted his glasses, picking up the newspaper from the table.

Xu Qing said nothing, reclining in the chair dramatically.

So, who’s the real slacker now?