My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

It rained without warning in the early morning, and the road was slippery, trapping a rock climbing team in Changbai Mountain. The fire brigade arrived at the foot of the mountain at 7 a.m., and the rescue work that lasted more than five hours was already being completed. .

"Squad captain."

Xiao Jinghe is the captain of the third team of the fire brigade. Including her, there are a total of twelve members of the third team. She is the only female and the youngest in the team.

She was wearing a protective suit. There was heavy moisture in the mountains, and her eyes under the brim of her hat were filled with moisture. She was tall and thin, and her waist was cut out by a belt that was so thin that it could be wrapped around it with one hand. Her short hair was tucked behind her ears. , very neat.

"What's wrong?"

Tian Guang trotted over without wiping the mud and water on his face: "There is a woman who is making trouble for Xiaosong."

She didn't say anything and went to handle it herself. Before she even got closer, she heard the girl's cursing voice, which was a bit harsh in the quiet mountain.

"Call your team leader, I want to file a complaint against him!"

Xiao Jinghe asked the team members to step back, and she stepped forward: "What are you complaining about him for?"

Enemies meet on a narrow road, but they are acquaintances.

The girl is very young, probably in her early twenties, wearing an orange sports suit, her hair is tied into a ponytail, and she carries a small red purse around her waist. She is pretty and has a soft face, but she has sharp eyes. It was Xiao Jinghe, his expression even more sinister: "What does it have to do with you?"

She pointed at Xiaosong and said concisely: "He is under my control."

The girl glared at Xiaosong, and her tone became more aggressive: "He was unruly and took advantage of me during the rescue."

Xiao Jinghe ignored her words: "Xiao Song, you tell me."

Xiaosong was the same age as her, not yet twenty-five, and had just finished his internship. This was his first official mission. She knew what his temperament was, and he was the most honest one in the team.

His eyes were red and he shook his head: "Captain, I don't have one."

"You mean it doesn't happen if you don't?" the girl said plausibly.

Xiao Jinghe looked at her: "You said there is?" He calmly asked, "Is there any evidence?"

The other party choked, blushed, and said anxiously: "My, my companion saw it."

Xiao Jinghe glanced behind him: "Who saw it?"

The voice was neither salty nor light, but the aura was natural. They were all young men and women. They were suppressed for a moment and no one said anything.

When the girl saw this, she glared at her companion and said harshly: "He also scratched my bag!"

Xiao Jinghe glanced at the small bag at her waist. There was indeed a scratch on the zipper. She looked at Xiao Song and asked him to speak.

"I scraped it." Xiao Song wiped the mud on his face, his eyes red, "I scraped it when I was putting on the rope to save her."

"You have nothing to say." The girl looked at the muddy rescue equipment on Xiaosong's body unscrupulously, and her eyes did not hide her ridicule and contempt. "My bag is a limited edition, more than 100,000 yuan, and he can't even pay for it." rise."

Firefighters really can't afford to lose their wages. No, this is causing trouble.

"He scratched your bag, but he also saved your life." Xiao Jinghe asked straightforwardly, "Is your life worth 100,000 yuan?"

"you--"

Xiao Jinghe didn't wait for the girl to react. He stepped forward, took off the bag worth one hundred thousand yuan from her waist, opened the zipper, and poured out all the contents.

The girl became angry: "What are you doing?"

Xiao Jinghe took a Swiss Army knife from the tool bag and scraped it off: "I will pay you one hundred thousand yuan." She threw the bag away, slowly put the Swiss Army knife back into the tool bag, looked up at Xiao Song, "Give her to I'll throw it down."

Komatsu hesitated.

The girl shouted angrily: "Xiao Jinghe, how dare you!"

Xiao Jinghe didn't have a good temper, and she usually couldn't bear it anymore. She stepped forward, raised her foot, and kicked the person down the slope.

This girl is none other than her stepmother's daughter, Xiao Ruo.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Screams echoed all over the mountains and plains.

In the afternoon, as soon as Xiao Jinghe returned to the fire brigade, he was called by Deputy Bureau Liu of the Seventh Public Security Bureau for a talk.

"You apologize, and that's it."

The slope was not high and no one was injured, but she kicked someone. As a firefighter, hitting someone is taboo.

There was no expression on her face: "What if I don't apologize?"

Deputy Bureau Liu was in a dilemma: "If things get too big, it will be bad for you and the reputation of our fire brigade." No matter what the reason is or how the process is, others will only look at the surface.

With a bang, the door was kicked open.

Deputy Director Liu immediately pulled down: "Wen Zheng, why are you coming in? Did I tell you to come in?"

He didn't close the door, came in, pulled up a chair and sat down: "Jing He is not wrong in this matter. She doesn't need to apologize. If you have any problems, tell me as the captain, I will be responsible." He turned his head and said to Xiao Jinghe, "You go first go out."

She thought, got up and went out.

About twenty minutes later, Wen Zheng came out of Deputy Bureau Liu's office. It was already half past six. Xiao Jinghe had not left and was still outside the door.

Wen Zheng didn't say anything else: "Why aren't you getting off work yet?"

She said: "Thank you."

He had just returned from the fire scene. He was still wearing a fire protection suit. Because of the special material, it was a little hot and his neck was covered in sweat. He took off his coat as he walked and asked casually: "Where are your feet?"

She had a sprained ankle, and despite the pain, she walked without any abnormality at all. He didn't know how he found out.

"fine."

Wen Zheng stopped and looked back at her feet: "Did you get injured during the rescue?"

She said: "It was injured when I kicked someone."

Always like this, joking seriously.

He took out a bottle from his pocket and put it on the table: "Don't be like those big guys in the team. You are a girl. Watch your skin carefully."

Xiao Jinghe laughed.

When she first joined the fire brigade, she was assigned to Wen Zheng's second team. The first thing he said to her was: In my team, there are no distinctions between men and women.

The incident became a big deal. Someone posted the video online. The content was edited and the girl did not show her face. She accused the firefighter of overstepping, and was then scratched and kicked down the slope.

The comments online were overwhelmingly one-sided, all blaming the female firefighter for kicking someone.

"Can a firefighter kick someone like this?"

"So barbaric, and she's still a woman."

"Go home and have the baby and cook."

“Today’s rescue and firefighting departments are getting bigger and bigger.”

"Why do you make a mosaic? Is it too ugly to be seen?"

"You're not even suspended? There's a background, right?"

"Can women also be firefighters? Are you kidding with our lives?"

"..."

The headquarters of LH Ventures is located in the most prosperous city center of the imperial capital. It is twenty-seven stories high. In the evening, large swaths of sunset glow cast light red rays from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The twenty-seventh floor is Rong Li's office.

The phone rang and he put down the document in his hand: "Hello."

It was Huo Changxun: "Come out and drink."

Huo Changxun opened a game company. He only worked three days a week and spent the rest of the time playing games. However, after playing, his company was still ranked among the top 500 companies.

Rong Li cherishes words like gold: "work."

"Work," Huo Changxun drawled, his words full of teasing, "Your wife has been bullied, do you still have the heart to work?"

The pen tip suddenly stopped.

"Speak clearly." He put down his pen, took his coat and stood up.

The secretary just came over to remind: "Mr. Rong, the meeting materials are ready."

"Pushed."

After throwing out two words, he walked quickly and left the office.

The secretary was surprised. He had been in the company for five years, and this was probably the first time that Mr. Rong had let someone go.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Xiao Jinghe arrived at Xiao's house.

It was nanny Lin Xiu who opened the door: "The eldest lady is here."

Lin Xiu has worked in the Xiao family for more than ten years. When she first came here, Xiao Jinghe's mother had not yet passed away. They were fellow villagers, not natives of the imperial capital.

Xiao Jinghe said hello, changed his shoes and entered the house.

"You still dare to come."

Xiao Ruozheng was leaning on the wall of the entrance hall, staring angrily at Xiao Jinghe.

Well, she had good hands and feet, and she still had the strength to release her energy, but she kicked lightly. Xiao Jinghe passed her directly and entered the living room.

Stepmother Zhao Yueying came out of the kitchen with a plate of dishes in her hand. Her appearance was soft and her mature charm was still there, and her smile was as gentle as water: "Ruoruo, why are you talking to your sister like this?"

"Sister?" Xiao Ruo sneered, "She wants to kick me to death. I don't dare to have such a sister."

Xiao Jinghe was too lazy to talk and sat on the sofa.

Opposite, the old lady of the Xiao family glanced at her, ignored her, and continued peeling grapes for her grandson.

When Zhao Yueying came in, she brought a pair of twins with her, both with the surname of Xiao Changshan. Xiao Ruo was the sister, and there was a boy named Tangju by Xiao Changshan.

These siblings are only eight months younger than Xiao Jinghe.

Old Mrs. Xiao favored sons over daughters. Xiao Jinghe's mother was in poor health and had only one daughter. She was also artistically quiet. The old Mrs. Xiao had always disliked her daughter-in-law, and naturally she didn't like her eldest granddaughter either. However, Zhao Yueying, who came in during her second marriage, was sweet-tongued and considerate. The old lady is very happy, especially Zhao Yueying's son. The old lady is worried about her heartache.

Zhao Yueying put on a gentle smile: "Your sister didn't do it on purpose. Who asked you to act petty and make her unhappy?"

Xiao Ruo was angry: "Mom, why are you still talking about me? She was the one who beat me."

At this time, Xiao Changshan came out of the study, still wearing formal clothes. He was almost fifty, well-maintained, and looked elegant and gentle: "Okay, stop arguing, sit down and eat."

Their family of five went to the restaurant and sat down. Today is Mrs. Xiao’s birthday. Xiao Changshan has opened a real estate company and is considered wealthy in the imperial capital. The old lady loves face, so she held a grand birthday banquet in the hotel at noon. In the evening, only My own family.

Xiao Jinghe put down the gift: "I still have something to do."

Seeing that she didn't sit down, Xiao Changshan's face turned cold: "I can't even invite you now, can I?"

She frowned and sat down.

Aunt Lin Xiu brought her the dishes and chopsticks.

"I've read all the news on the Internet." Xiao Changshan said, "It just so happened that I took this opportunity to quit my job as a firefighter."

The boss of Xiao Real Estate looked down upon the work of firefighters.

At this time, the old lady had already opened the gift box, threw the box on the table, and said with a look on her face: "How do you want me to wear such a cheap thing?"

Cheap goods?

On the contrary, Xiao Changshan's father made a fortune in middle age. The old lady has lived a prosperous life for more than 20 years and has a high vision. Although she has no education, she likes to associate with a group of famous old ladies. However, her nature is hard to change and she cannot change her vanity. .

The old lady rolled her eyes and said, "Didn't your grandpa leave a lot of paintings? Give me one. It will give me face when I take it out."

Xiao Jinghe's grandfather was a first-class master of traditional Chinese painting in China. He left few paintings, but each one was marketable and priceless.

She didn't speak until she spoke, concisely and without any expression: "No."

The old lady immediately became angry: "Your temper is really getting worse and worse. After living out for a few years, you don't even care about me as a grandma?"

Xiao Tangju also spoke up: "Isn't it just a painting? Your grandpa left so many that you wouldn't give one to grandma?" He said in a sinister tone, "Besides, it's not yours alone."

Xiao Tangju looks like his mother, except for his eyes, which resemble his father.

"Are those paintings still stored in the art museum?" Zhao Yueying suddenly asked.

Xiao Jinghe looked at her.

Zhao Yueying immediately smiled and said: "I don't mean anything else. I heard from a few friends that museums nowadays are all for-profit. It would be better to auction them off if they are stored there."

One or two of them were all thinking about the priceless paintings in her hands.

"Snapped."

Xiao Jinghe put down his chopsticks.

She raised her head and her eyes turned cold: "Have you said enough?" She picked up another chopstick and twirled it in her hand: "I came here today to save myself some trouble, not to be lectured."

The old lady was about to revolt.

Xiao Jinghe glanced at her lightly: "Ms. Chen, don't go to the fire brigade to make trouble again. You will lose your own people."

The old lady didn't go to school for many years, and she didn't learn the manners of the upper class after studying for so many years. She just learned to be airy and had a very bad temper. Xiao Jinghe didn't attend last year's birthday, and the old lady didn't get the painting. When the fire broke out, I went to the fire brigade myself.

The old lady was so embarrassed that she was so angry that she stared at Xiao Jinghe. She turned a deaf ear and continued: "And Mr. Xiao," she looked at Xiao Changshan, "whatever job I do is my business, so save your energy. Don’t worry about it, you can’t control it.”

The atmosphere was completely tense.

Xiao Jinghe went to live with his grandfather in his early years. He had a very weak relationship with his grandfather and had not much contact with him, but he was not as unforgiving as he is today.

"As for my grandpa's paintings, I don't need to worry about it. I have the right to dispose of them whether they rot or sell them." She stood up, looked at Xiao Ruo, and said in an understatement, "The same slanderous message was clicked, If it is viewed more than 5,000 times, or is forwarded more than 500 times, it can be judged as serious defamation and sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years, criminal detention, public surveillance, or deprivation of political rights."

Xiao Ruo was confused by her words.

Xiao Jinghe was very patient and finally reminded her slowly: "You don't have to delete your Weibo. Find a better lawyer and don't let me win the lawsuit."

She is not a soft persimmon, she can't be pinched easily.

Xiao Ruo's face turned pale with fright. She usually showed her teeth and claws, but because she was the daughter of Xiao's real estate, no one had ever taught her a lesson. She had never been treated like this before.

"Jing He, don't be serious with your sister." Zhao Yueying said with a conciliatory attitude, "She is joking with you because she is a member of the same family——"

Xiao Jinghe couldn't listen anymore and interrupted her: "Stop pretending, your acting skills are not good." She pulled up a chair and said, "You guys, please take it easy, I'm leaving first."

"Stop!" Xiao Changshan put down his chopsticks and Lei Ting was furious.

Xiao Jinghe pretended not to hear.

With a bang, a bowl hit her feet, splintering pieces everywhere.

"You have no respect for your elders. Is this the Jing family's upbringing?"

She stopped, turned around, and looked at Xiao Changshan coldly: "Talk to me about upbringing?" She pointed at Xiao Ruo, "She," then pointed at Xiao Tangju, "and him, whose offspring are they? Do you dare to go?" Would you like to test it?"

Xiao Changshan's face suddenly turned purple.

When her mother passed away, she was only nine years old. Within three months, Zhao Yueying brought in a pair of eight-year-old twins. The twins looked like her mother, except for their eyes.

How could a person as passionate as the old lady treat someone else's grandson as a treasure?

Outside the house, the moonlight has been hidden in the dark clouds. I don’t know when it started drizzling, and the night wind blew wildly.

After leaving the Xiao family villa, she walked a short distance. There were no vehicles in the villa area at night. It was so quiet that she could hear the rain, wind, and the rustling of leaves. She squatted down and rubbed her ankle. It hurt.

The April rain was so cold that it hurt my face.

The street lights were dim, an umbrella covered her head, and then a shadow came over her. There was a pair of black leather shoes in front of her, stained with some mud. She raised her head and stared blankly for a long time: "Why are you here?"

He said, "I'm here to find you."

It's Rong Li, the man in her dream.