Married The Crybaby Childhood Crush First, Then Fell in Love - Chapter 10

Before her lips could even touch Yan Qiu’s, Lin Wanqing’s tears had already fallen onto her face.

The girl was too scared, a wronged sob escaping her throat.

Yan Qiu gently wiped away her tears with a tender hand, like the most gentle of wives, “Does kissing me make you feel very awkward?”

Lin Wanqing cried and shook her head. She was so afraid, she didn’t even know if she was crying because of the fear.

“No, it’s not that, I… I just can’t stop the tears.”

Yan Qiu felt a pang of pity: “How about we… forget about it.”

Lin Wanqing quickly and haphazardly wiped the tears from her cheeks, leaned down, and kissed Yan Qiu hard on the lips.

She had no idea what kissing was, she could only imitate what she saw on TV, aligning her lips with Yan Qiu’s.

Yan Qiu let out a muffled groan, her fingers digging forcefully into the armrests of her wheelchair.

After the kiss, Yan Qiu’s lip was bitten open.

At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, young couples coming and going saw the scene and let out shy, congratulatory laughter. One person, not afraid of making a fuss, shouted “Woah!”

Lin Wanqing quickly separated from her, her cheeks flushed, and her lips red and glistening.

A fine thread of saliva stretched between the two of them.

The girl had used up all her courage to bravely kiss her.

Yan Qiu’s expression softened considerably, “In two days, we’ll go take our wedding photos.”

Lin Wanqing stammered: “Okay.”

During the kiss just now, she almost thought Yan Qiu was going to devour her. Her whole body was unusually soft and scalding hot, and her legs almost couldn’t stand straight.

Yan Qiu had an extremely familiar scent about her, not like a stranger, but Lin Wanqing couldn’t quite recall who it was.

Yan Qiu: “Don’t be afraid, I won’t eat you.”

Lin Wanqing mumbled, cautiously glancing at Yan Qiu out of the corner of her eye.

It felt like she had taken advantage of Yan Qiu with that one kiss.

Back at the dorm, Lan Xiaoxiao poked her head out from the top bunk: “Qingqing, I have some good news to tell you!”

Lin Wanqing had just returned and vaguely buried her head in the pillow.

“What good news?”

Lan Xiaoxiao: “Our school announced that a marriage certificate can add two credits to your score.”

Lin Wanqing “sat up in her deathbed,” almost thinking her roommate had found out about her marriage.

“R-really?” Lin Wanqing clutched the little red book in her pocket tightly. “I don’t think I’m short on credits…”

Lan Xiaoxiao: “A marriage certificate adds two points, and a divorce certificate can also add two points! How about you and I team up, get married this month, divorce next month, and then get married again?”

Lin Wanqing: “…I advise you to be kinder.”

Do not tease a married woman.

Lan Xiaoxiao flopped onto her bed, “However, since this news came out, the number of couples getting married in our school has increased quite a bit. I wonder how soon they’ll be getting divorce certificates.”

Lin Wanqing was speechless: “Wish for something good for once.”

Lan Xiaoxiao: “Qingqing, what kind of partner do you like? I can keep an eye out for you?”

The first face that popped into Lin Wanqing’s mind was Yan Qiu’s. Other than her paralyzed legs, she had no flaws. In fact, her disability added a unique, incomplete beauty to her.

This exquisite, classic doll seated in a mechanical wheelchair, her black-gloved hand gently stroking an ebony cane—those fingers would stroke her face, every movement tugging at her nerves.

And that kiss… it was as if it could resonate with one’s very soul.

Lin Wanqing: “Someone older than me.”

Lan Xiaoxiao: “A woman three years older brings good fortune; you have good taste.”

Lin Wanqing: “An older sister seven years older than me.”

Lan Xiaoxiao pondered for a moment: “We commonly call that age… an auntie?”

Lin Wanqing: “…”

Then you’d better hope Yan Qiu doesn’t hear that, or you might be shipped home this winter break.

On the day of the wedding photoshoot, Yu Fei drove to the dorm entrance to pick up Lin Wanqing.

Lin Wanqing got into the car quite early; the dorm entrance was quiet, and no one saw her.

For a while, probably no one would know that Lin Wanqing had married an ‘auntie’.

Yu Fei handed her breakfast from the passenger seat, “Want to have a bite first?”

Lin Wanqing held the warm milk in both hands, a warm current flowing through her heart.

“Did CEO Yan prepare this for me? She’s so considerate, thinking of even such a small detail.”

Yu Fei smiled: “I just bought it from the convenience store. It’s still warm, indeed.”

Lin Wanqing: “…”

Yu Fei chuckled twice: “Just kidding, the boss gave it to me. She’s already at the shooting location.”

Lin Wanqing thought, please stop messing with me, I’m scared.

If she had a pair of ears, they would have long since drooped down.

Yu Fei: “The wedding photos are for the Old Master to see and will not be posted publicly on social media, but partners and family members will see them. Miss Lin must act intimately with the boss and cannot let anyone see any flaws.”

Lin Wanqing was nervous, her palms sweating, “I’ll try my best.”

She cries when she gets nervous, and the corners of her eyes were starting to turn red again.

Yu Fei: “If people find out that Miss Lin and the boss’s marriage is a contractual one, there will be endless gossip within the family, disturbing the already frail health of the Old Master Yan, and it will also affect the stock price.”

Lin Wanqing was startled, “It’s that serious?”

Yu Fei said of course, her words flowing freely: “Competitor companies will use this to smear our group, causing a public outcry. It’s even possible that we could go bankrupt.”

These simple few sentences made it sound as if one photo of Lin Wanqing and Yan Qiu was propping up the entire group’s future.

Even after getting out of the car, Lin Wanqing was still in a daze.

Lin Wanqing: “If I don’t take good pictures, will CEO Yan…”

Yu Fei thought for a moment, “Hmm… you are the boss’s wife, so naturally the boss won’t do anything to you.”

Lin Wanqing was vague: “CEO Yan is really a good person.”

Yu Fei said, “Of course. At most, she’ll lock you up in the basement, not let you go to school, not let you see friends, and make you fulfill the duties a wife should.”

Lin Wanqing covered her face, almost crying. She was easily startled, and after a while, when she stood in front of Yan Qiu, she was terrified out of her wits.

Yan Qiu in her wheelchair was unaware of all this. A makeup artist was applying makeup to her face.

Yan Qiu’s eyes were slightly closed. Time had been extremely kind to her; her skin was nearly flawless and only needed a thin layer of foundation.

Yan Qiu: “Your sweet blush looks particularly lovely today.”

Lin Wanqing thought, that’s from crying, and obediently leaned into her arms.

Yan Qiu glanced at Yu Fei, who gave her a wink she didn’t understand.

Yan Qiu: ?

Lin Wanqing had excellent natural features; heavy makeup would actually diminish her charm. A layer of lipstick on her lips was enough to make her stand out.

Yan Qiu gently lifted Lin Wanqing’s chin with her ring finger, dipping a brush into lipstick and applying it to her lips.

Lin Wanqing had applied lip balm this morning, so her lips were very soft, a delicate pink cherry blossom color.

Every touch of the brush made the soft lips slightly indent, emanating a pleasant scent of mint leaves.

Lin Wanqing was forced to look up. The words of Yan Qiu’s secretary kept spinning in her mind.

Yan Qiu: “Don’t be nervous, just be yourself.”

Lin Wanqing: “If my condition isn’t good during the photoshoot, will Sister Qiuqiu hit me?”

Yan Qiu was silent for a moment: “Who told you I hit people?”

Lin Wanqing didn’t dare move her lips too much, afraid of interfering with the lipstick application, so her voice became even softer and sweeter.

“You’ll not let me go to school and lock me in the basement.”

Yan Qiu was utterly confused. She had been trying her best to show a gentle, elegant, and wonderful side to Lin Wanqing, so why was her little wife constantly thinking about these crazy things?

“Who told you?”

“Yu Fei.”

Yan Qiu looked up at her secretary not far away.

Yu Fei frantically winked: Boss, did I do well? Extra bonus?

Yan Qiu, constrained by Lin Wanqing’s presence, didn’t react and ignored the secretary’s frantic, suggestive gaze.

Ever since she started planning the marriage with Lin Wanqing, her temperament had been improving.

After Yan Qiu finished applying the lipstick, she let the makeup artist make some minor adjustments, and then Lin Wanqing changed into a beautiful wedding dress.

In the shooting venue, Yan Qiu gently wrapped her arm around Lin Wanqing’s waist. To onlookers, the two truly seemed intimate and loving, a match made in heaven.

Thanks to the secretary’s lies, Lin Wanqing was exceptionally proactive and enthusiastic.

After a few photos, Yan Qiu gently stroked the back of Lin Wanqing’s neck, “Good girl, Tiantian is doing very well. Let’s take two more.”

Lin Wanqing tried her best to hold the pose, looking at her with earnest sincerity and shyness: “I’ll try my best.”

That evening, when Lin Wanqing returned to the dorm, Lan Xiaoxiao was sitting in front of her computer doing research. As soon as she saw her return, she immediately took out her phone and opened the anonymous campus forum—

“Holy cow, someone in our school actually got a marriage certificate and went to take wedding photos today. Do they really have to be this competitive?”

Lin Wanqing’s makeup hadn’t been removed yet, leaving her with the delicate charm of a new wife.

“Huh?”

On the forum, the top-trending post had ‘HOT’ written on it:

[Y University’s Campus Belle Allegedly Dating and Married to a Well-Known Entrepreneur, Intimately Filming Wedding Photos, Suspected Shotgun Marriage]

The post only showed the blurred backs of Yan Qiu and Lin Wanqing, making it hard to identify them.

“Getting pregnant so young, how improper,” Lan Xiaoxiao lamented the decline of public morals. “How about we just settle and get married too? I seriously think it’s feasible!” [Read more novels on WeChat Public Account: Jiuju Tuiwen]

“Wait, no, why are you wearing makeup? You look so pretty.”

Lin Wanqing gently touched her flat stomach, “Don’t spread rumors, don’t believe rumors,”