Cross the Boundary GL - Chapter 49.2

“No need.” Qin Song looked at the cigarette in her hand. The smoke rising slowly added a white filter to the scene.

“Tell Li Chu to come to the West Wing.”

“…You want to see her?”

“There are some things I want to ask.”

Qin Zhao was silent for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, I’ll arrange it. Wait for me at the entrance of the West Wing. I’ll bring Xiao Chu.”

Twenty minutes later, Qin Song saw Qin Zhao and the butler approaching under the lamplight, followed by Li Chu, whose skirt fluttered.

Qin Song walked through the crowd, came forward, and took the girl’s hand. “Are you cold?”

“It’s okay, not cold.” Li Chu’s eyes sparkled in the moonlight, like clear pearls. “Do you want to see her?”

“Yeah.” Qin Song turned her head to meet Li Chu’s gaze. “You’ll come with me.”

Li Chu stared at her, swallowing hard. “Qin Song, you’ve changed so much, but I also feel that some things haven’t changed. I can’t tell if this is a dream or reality. What did you go through, and how much did you suffer?”

The moonlight was like water, pouring over one half of the woman’s brilliant face. The woman, who had been separated by time, had shed her thorns to embrace the one she loved.

Qin Zhao and the butler stood guard at the door. Qin Song led Li Chu inside.

The place was maintained, but since it wasn’t the main house, it was only clean, and the furniture was extremely simple.

Qian Fang was sitting by the window in a loose nightgown. The door was ajar, as if she was waiting for their arrival.

Qin Song pushed the door open and walked in. The old wooden door creaked.

“You’re here.” Qian Fang didn’t turn around. A few rays of light from the cracks fell on the back of her hands, which were like withered wood. She curled her legs, her posture unchanged. “I haven’t seen you in a long time. Are you well? I heard your illness has been cured.”

“Do you care?” Qin Song lowered her eyes. “Did you ever truly care whether I was well or not? You only ever cared about yourself.”

She walked up to Qian Fang. Because she was tall, her shadow, a hazy gray, covered the moonlight. The room instantly became incredibly dim.

Against the inky darkness, Qin Song dragged a chair from behind her and sat down. “I’ve just come to ask you one thing: for over twenty years, did you ever see me as your child?”

Perhaps she had truly let go, which was why she could say these words with such indifference now. Li Chu looked at Qin Song’s body, wrapped in silver light, and suddenly felt her heart being squeezed by an invisible hand, a painful ache.

Qian Fang turned her face to look at Qin Song. It was the first time they had looked at each other so peacefully, but Qian Fang knew that this was the end.

Since there was no turning back, there was no point in letting the past hinder the future. So she looked away and said in a very soft voice, “No.”

In the silence that followed, Li Chu nearly crushed her fists.

But Qin Song just smiled faintly and stood up to leave.

Before they left the room, Qian Fang called out urgently, “Le Le!”

Qin Song didn’t move. Li Chu instinctively turned her head and found herself face-to-face with the woman. With the warm yellow light behind her, she saw Qin Song’s tears.

Just one, sparkling like a diamond, flowing from the center of her left pupil, then dripping onto the carpet, and disappearing.

Li Chu stood frozen. The tear was like a fleeting shooting star, but it had fallen deep into her heart.

Qian Fang’s voice continued to float from a distance, “I wish you all the best.”

This must be sincere, Li Chu thought. Qin Song’s face, when she looked up again, seemed pale and tired, and a little like the volatile Qin Song before her illness.

Li Chu touched her worriedly.

Qin Song’s gaze immediately fixed on the girl. She opened her mouth but said nothing, simply taking Li Chu’s hand and walking away.

They stayed overnight at the old mansion. The Qin family had taken over Zheng Chengfeng’s businesses, merging a few small companies together. Qin Zhao planned to put Qin Song in charge of them. The two talked for a long time in the study, and it was past midnight when they finally returned to the room.

Li Chu was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open. She leaned on the windowsill, half-asleep. In her daze, a burning hand came from behind, settling on her shoulder, then moving through her hair to gently cup her neck.

Qin Song’s breath spread over her ear and earlobe. She held her hand in front of Li Chu’s neck, a posture that had a hint of her domineering self from three years ago.

The warmth of the hand made Li Chu’s breathing tight. She opened her mouth and took small, shallow breaths. Qin Song took the opportunity to press her fingers inside.

The honey-colored liquid was stirred into a mass. Qin Song pressed against her, pushing slowly and steadily under the clear moonlight.

It had been so long since they had touched. Li Chu felt a little awkward. Her tightly pressed legs finally separated slightly, but because she was kneeling, she felt like she was about to fall.

She couldn’t see what was happening behind her or the surging tide, only feeling an electric pulse from the fingers that held immense power, a flickering tremor.

It had been too long, so long that she felt a little spaced out. The joy and passion of their sudden reunion were too overwhelming.

The tattoo on her body was pressed by Qin Song’s damp fingers. Li Chu had looked it up later. The string of letters was from a Beethoven piece. It had another name that everyone knew: “Ode to Joy.”

Qin Song picked her up and placed her on her lap. A tender kiss fell on her forehead, and then their noses touched, mingling with the eroticism of the moment.

“Should we continue?” Qin Song pushed back Li Chu’s messy hair. “I’m worried you…” Li Chu covered her lips. Her eyes, still filled with passion, were wet with spring rain. “Don’t say it!”

Qin Song hadn’t taken off her makeup. Her lips were clearly defined. In the past, this full, round mouth had often said harsh things. Now, with the lipstick smudged, it had become a shade for flirting.

Li Chu looked in the mirror and found her cheeks, the corners of her mouth, and her collarbones all smeared with lipstick. She reached for a tissue, but Qin Song took two before she could. She didn’t wipe the smudges from Li Chu, but wiped her own hands.

Her hands were still beautiful. The days she had spent living independently had probably made her veins stand out, making her hands look especially strong.

Li Chu squeezed her hair and then her tattooed hand. “Is your illness cured? Is there anything that still bothers you?”

Qin Song used her clean hand to wipe the lipstick from Li Chu’s body, smiling. “It’s cured, of course, but it’s not completely gone.”

“Then what’s the problem? Loss of emotional control, or something else?”

“It should be something else.”

“Something else?”

“When one window closes, another one opens.”

Li Chu was confused. As she was puzzling over it, she was suddenly pressed into softness, her legs folding into perfect lines. The tattooed area became wet, and she quickly found herself struggling in the same passionate tide as before.

Qin Song tasted the lipstick, mixed with a hint of salt and the light scent of shower gel. Her tongue piercing scraped against the delicate skin, making Li Chu tremble and arch her back.

Her face, tilted back, was illuminated by the moonlight. While strumming the incredibly sticky strings, Qin Song said, “Actually, the treatment wasn’t completely finished. I stopped early because the remaining problems are negligible.”

Li Chu’s voice was hoarse and she was too breathless to pay attention. She wanted to beg for mercy, but the tide was so strong she could only call out the other woman’s name again and again. Eventually, her voice grew weaker, turning into a tiny “Le Le.”

Qin Song narrowed her eyes. “What did you say?”

“Le Le!” Li Chu insisted. “Le Le Le Le…”

“Come here.”

“No!”

There was nowhere to run. Li Chu could only be caught by the ankle and then pressed down and dominated again.

As a result, the next day, Qin Fu tilted her head and asked her, “Sister Chu, did you get into a fight with someone yesterday? Your neck is all bruised… oh, your hands, too, and your legs!”

Li Chu was speechless, not knowing how to explain.

Kiss.me later added another floor and expanded its space. If someone asked about what’s special in the South City, they would probably mention this tattoo shop.

When Qin Fu was in middle school, her classmates would always butter her up, asking her to take them to Kiss.me, because it was really hard for a normal person to get an appointment.

It’s just a tattoo shop, what’s there to see!

—That’s what Qin Fu thought.

Besides, did they really want to see the tattoo shop? They clearly wanted to see her beautiful aunt, Qin Song, who was so gorgeous she could be on a magazine cover with no touch-ups, with her long legs and dark hair.

She wasn’t going to share her aunt with anyone!

“Qin Fu.” See? Her aunt was so unique. Everyone else called her by her nickname “Hu Hu,” but Qin Song had called her by her full name from the beginning.

The girl’s face broke into a bright smile. She ran forward happily, linked her arm with the woman’s, and obediently called out, “Aunt.”

The current Qin Song was in her forties, but she hadn’t been weathered by time at all. Her stunning face looked like a star from a magazine spread.

Qin Fu had looked her up online. Everyone said Qin Song was the “top-tier ‘Jie’ in a ‘1’ position.” Although she didn’t quite understand the term, her aunt was indeed the most beautiful!

So… Qin Fu begged Li Chu for a long time. With Qin Zhao and Li Yuerou traveling abroad for work, she finally got Qin Song to agree to attend her parent-teacher conference.

“Just this once,” she told her with her eyes lowered.

Qin Fu rubbed her hands together to ingratiate herself. “Okay, okay, thank you, Auntie, thank you, Sister Chu!”

She knew deep down that only Li Chu could persuade Qin Song.

Although it took a little effort and a little money, the result was remarkable—as soon as Qin Song entered the school gate, she attracted a lot of attention. Qin Fu proudly held her head high, happier than the person herself.

But she also felt a little dejected.

“Auntie, if Sister Chu hadn’t persuaded you, would you really not have come to my parent-teacher conference?”

Her beloved aunt was always blunt. “Yes.”

Qin Fu pouted. “Am I not your favorite Hu Hu anymore?”

Qin Song gave her an amused look and replied, “You never were.”

Waaah, so mean, so sad, but when Qin Fu looked up and saw everyone staring at them with envious, amazed eyes, her spirits immediately lifted. Her mouth chattered on without stopping.

“Auntie, Auntie! Who do you love the most?”

“Definitely not you.”

“I knew it, I knew it! Then you don’t love Daddy?”

“Your dad has your mom’s love.”

“So who do you love?”

Qin Song sighed and stopped walking. This girl wasn’t so talkative as a child. She’s been nonstop since school started, cooing like a pigeon.

But she still answered her question seriously.

“I love your Sister Chu the most.”

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