The Villain Is a Chatterbox, and I'm Mute - chapter 3
Soon enough, I found out exactly how complicated the process Qin Xu talked about really was.
Qin Xu was even more talkative than before.
“The cafeteria lady’s husband found out that the security guard was his wife’s lover. Guess how he found out?”
I shook my head, signaling Qin Xu to go on.
Qin Xu gave a mysterious smile: “Guess first?”
He looked like he wouldn’t say anything unless I guessed.
I struggled to speak: “Just tell me.”
Qin Xu looked delighted: “That’s my treasure! You guessed right, come here and give me a kiss!”
Blushing, I pushed his hand away.
You have to know, Qin Xu is a Villain-he loves stirring up trouble and watching the drama unfold.
He’s always happy to snitch.
“Also,” his face turned serious, “You don’t answer calls or reply to messages, the kid had a fever of 666°C, and I carried the child alone for 24 hours through the mountains to the county hospital.”
“And you’re still here doing math problems. I really don’t know what the point of this marriage is.”
I glanced at the math homework on the desk and slowly wrote a question mark.
“Honey, I’m not letting this go unless you give me an explanation today!” Qin Xu continued.
The student in front of us looked confused but utterly shocked.
I hurried to speak: “No…”
“No what?” Qin Xu grabbed my hand and threw me a flirtatious wink.
I was silent for a long time: “I’m sorry.”
Qin Xu grinned: “You’re the best, honey. Come on, give me another kiss.”
“Don’t…”
“You’re rejecting me again?” Qin Xu’s face darkened.
“I’ve sworn a deadly oath-no more silent treatment, no more cold wars. We’re all adults now, no need to play childish games. If you have something to say, just say it. Bottling it up is bad for both of us. If you keep this up, I might just stop talking to you.”
When Qin Xu said he might stop talking to me, I panicked a little: “Don’t… ignore me.”
“Then do you accept a military marriage?” he asked again.
I looked up at Qin Xu. He smiled, his lips twitching: “I… I’m a crazy soldier, hahaha.”
Qin Xu had gone mad.
Everyone in class said it was because I drove him crazy.
Because I never spoke, always gave Qin Xu the silent treatment, making him act like a concubine banished to the cold palace-half mad, half wild.
Over time, everyone started looking at me strangely.
Qi Chen even asked me privately: “Do you want to switch seats? I can talk to the homeroom teacher.”
“No…” I refused.
Actually, I knew Qin Xu was forcing me to speak more.
From barely being able to utter simple words at first, now I could form complete sentences.
Qin Xu deserved all the credit.
He was helping me, I knew that.
Besides using all sorts of jokes to make me talk, Qin Xu also taught me how to pronounce words correctly.
He bought pronunciation cards for kindergarteners and taught me over and over how to open my mouth.
“Open wide-aaa, rooster crowing-ooo, big white goose-eee…”
“Did you get it?”
I opened my mouth wide: “I’ve messed it up.”
Seeing it wasn’t working, Qin Xu tried another method.
He placed my finger on his lips so I could feel the pronunciation.
“Wo.” Qin Xu spoke, letting me repeat after him.
His breath brushed my finger, making me shrink back awkwardly.
“…Wo.”
“Xi.”
“Xi.”
“Huan.”
“Huan.”
“Ni.”
The afternoon sunlight spilled across Qin Xu’s face, half in shadow, half in light. He raised an eyebrow.
“Why aren’t you repeating after me?”
I withdrew my finger and mumbled: “You…”
“…dumbass.”
Qin Xu’s smile froze on his face.
