Married The Crybaby Childhood Crush First, Then Fell in Love - Chapter 25.2

Lin Wanqing looked at her through teary eyes. Yan Qiu pulled her into her arms, softly stroking the young girl’s trembling back.

Her little Miss Rabbit sat on her lap, sobbing quietly against her shoulder.

If her mother had sent people to take her luggage, Lin Wanqing would only have been annoyed, not helpless. Yan Qiu was different.

It broke one’s heart to watch.

Yan Qiu: “Be good. I didn’t explain myself clearly.”

Lin Wanqing choked out, “Really?”

She was the type to cry easily when wronged. Her tears had soaked Yan Qiu’s collar.

Yan Qiu said without an ounce of guilt, “Really.”

Lin Wanqing’s tears turned into a smile, “Sister Qiuqiu is so kind.”

Her lips brushed against Yan Qiu’s neck.

Yan Qiu tightened her hand around her waist, “Be a good girl, my little one.”

She cupped her wife’s small face and kissed away her tears, the sliding teardrops dissolving between her lips and tongue.

That night, they performed foot soaking and physical therapy with medicated oil to stretch the muscles.

Yan Qiu sat on the edge of the bed, “It’s good for Tiantian to live in the dorm. She can make all kinds of friends.”

In the evening, Lin Wanqing massaged her legs and feet. Her slightly cool fingers kneaded Yan Qiu’s soft thighs. Every touch felt like an electric current shooting through her body.

Lin Wanqing: “Sister Qiuqiu?”

Yan Qiu stroked her ebony cane, “My legs aren’t well, and they hurt a lot every night. With the recent rain and snow, the pain has gotten worse.”

Lin Wanqing’s heart clenched, “I’ll rub them with medicated oil for you.”

Yan Qiu smiled bitterly, “It might not be convenient to apply the oil if Tiantian isn’t here.”

Lin Wanqing stopped her massaging. Outside, there was a drizzle mixed with sleet. The weather had been erratic lately, and the Old Master had also sent a message for her to pay close attention to Yan Qiu’s health.

Yan Qiu’s tone was gentle, “But Tiantian doesn’t need to worry about me. I’m used to it after three years.”

Lin Wanqing’s heart suddenly ached, “How can that be!”

Yan Qiu smiled faintly and shook her head, unwilling to continue the topic.

In the silence, Lin Wanqing massaged Yan Qiu even more vigorously. She knelt on the floor, her fair, slender fingers glistening with a layer of medicated oil, and her knuckles turning red.

Contrary to Lin Wanqing’s belief that Yan Qiu’s legs had no feeling, every touch from Lin Wanqing was abnormally clear.

Yan Qiu gripped the chair tightly, not entirely from pain, but from endurance.

They slept silently in the same bed that night. Yan Qiu did not hold her. Lin Wanqing did not fall asleep until nearly dawn.

The next morning, the other side of the bed was already cold.

She didn’t know when Yan Qiu had left.

The housekeeper: “Miss Lin, Mr. Yan has already had your luggage sent back to the school.”

Lin Wanqing nodded absentmindedly. In her mind, she kept seeing Yan Qiu’s restrained expression as she endured the pain in her legs the day before.

Lin Wanqing whispered, “Sister Qiuqiu really wants me to stay with her, doesn’t she…”

The housekeeper: “Of course. I’ve only seen Mr. Yan smile easily when Miss Lin is around.”

Since the car accident, which killed the Old Chairman and his wife, Yan Qiu had to rely on sedatives to sleep every night.

During the day, she suffered from severe headaches and leg pain, which, day after day, had made her nerves obsessive and numb.

The possibility of not having survived the car accident didn’t seem like such a bad outcome.

Lin Wanqing returned to the school dormitory and saw all her luggage restored to its original place.

Lan Xiaoxiao: “What happened yesterday? Did your family not want you living in the dorm?”

Lin Wanqing silently shook her head.

Lan Xiaoxiao packed her books, ready to go to class, “Are you hurt? Your hands smell like medicated oil. I’ve smelled it at the traditional Chinese medicine clinic back home.”

Lin Wanqing sniffed her fingers. The medicated oil she used to massage Yan Qiu the day before had already permeated her skin.

It was overcast and rainy outside again. Lan Xiaoxiao cursed under her breath while looking for her umbrella.

Lin Wanqing’s heart softened, “Well, I won’t be living in the dorm for the time being. Someone at home is sick, and I need to take care of her.”

Yu Fei: “The boss sent Miss Lin’s luggage back? Doesn’t that mean…” letting the tiger return to the mountain?

A miscalculation, a huge miscalculation.

Yan Qiu was looking through a document, signing her name fluently at the bottom, “She will return.”

Hearing the boss’s certainty, Yu Fei was puzzled, “Why?”

Yan Qiu: “She cares about me.”

Less than two minutes later, Yu Fei received a call, as expected, “Miss Lin, ah, okay, I’ll arrange people right away, yes, please wait—”

Yu Fei’s gaze at her boss was increasingly terrified.

When smart people date, their hearts are so dark.

Yu Fei: “Boss, Miss Lin wants to move back into your house. Do we need to prepare a new bedroom?”

Yan Qiu: “No need. She will stay in my room.”

Yu Fei nodded, knowing exactly what to do, “I’ll go prepare the same type of daily necessities as yours right now.”

Lin Wanqing watched her few belongings being moved out of the dorm. She took the time to go to her perfume studio.

Yu Fei drove her, giving her a lift along the way.

Lin Wanqing was uneasy, “Will me moving back interrupt Mr. Yan’s work?”

Yu Fei looked at her kindly, “If you are there, the boss’s work efficiency will be higher.”

Lin Wanqing clutched her skirt, feeling very anxious.

“I never thought I could actually move into Mr. Yan’s house.”

She was too self-aware. All the glamour she saw around Yan Qiu didn’t belong to her. She was just a bewildered intruder.

Yu Fei chuckled, parking the car in the business park. She looked at Lin Wanqing like she was watching a foolish wife.

Selling herself and still paying the count.

Lin Wanqing got out of the car. She had to interview a new intern today. After straightening her clothes at the entrance, she went in with her bag.

The interview process went smoothly. The intern, Ruan Fu, was a novice perfumer Lin Wanqing had met at a previous event. She had just returned from studying abroad and had significant insight.

Ruan Fu smiled sweetly, “Senior, please guide me!”

Lin Wanqing nodded, “Today, first extract some clove essential oil, and tonight, reproduce the information I give you.”

Ruan Fu made a “mission accomplished” gesture.

Lin Wanqing picked up her phone and tote bag, “I have to leave now. Gu Shuang will be here soon. If you don’t understand something, ask her.”

It was almost time for Yan Qiu to leave work, and it started to drizzle outside.

The sleet made the entire air cold and damp. The bone-chilling cold made even the old man across the street repairing cars move slowly.

Lin Wanqing had to hurry back and prepare the medicated oil and ginger soup for the massage.

Just as she was about to leave, a phone call suddenly came in.

Lin Wanqing pressed the answer button, “Sister Qiuqiu is almost off work, I’m heading back…”

It was noisy around Yan Qiu, “I have a meeting tonight. I’ll be back late. If you’re sleepy, go to bed first.”

Lin Wanqing held up her umbrella and stood in the rain. She still smelled of clove, and she was holding a small bottle of clove essential oil in her hand. This flower could calm the nerves and was suitable for dripping into the aromatherapy diffuser by the bed.

Yan Qiu had trouble falling asleep at night, and Lin Wanqing had specially brought it from the studio.

Lin Wanqing looked down, “Okay, you must be working hard, Sister.”

Yan Qiu heard the young girl’s perpetually gentle tone over the phone, and her heart twitched.

Little Miss Rabbit was always too quiet and obedient, unlike others who would have already demanded she stay with them in such a situation.

Lin Wanqing quietly put her phone back in her bag and tucked the small bottle of essential oil into her pocket.

Sunset came early in winter.

Before the sunset glow could even appear, the entire sky suddenly darkened.

Lin Wanqing returned to the house, only to be told by the housekeeper that the two cooks had asked for leave to go home. The dining table was empty, with no smell of food.

The housekeeper: “I’ll have a meal delivered from the hotel right away.”

Lin Wanqing opened the refrigerator and saw some vegetables left, “I’ll do it. Mr. Yan is out socializing, so I don’t think she’ll eat enough. I’ll make something light and wait for her to come back.”

The housekeeper was inspired: “Madam’s affection for Mr. Yan truly runs deep.”

Lin Wanqing’s expression was calm: “…It’s not deep affection, it’s an agreement.”

The housekeeper was absolutely convinced: “It is deep affection.”

Lin Wanqing soaked the leftover glutinous rice from the kitchen in warm water. She chopped the remaining pork belly from the refrigerator into a paste, mixing in a little fresh water chestnut, scallions, and ginger juice. She shaped the mixture into small meatballs with her fingers.

The meatballs were coated in a layer of glutinous rice and steamed.

Soon, the unique fragrance of the glutinous rice, mingled with the meat aroma, filled the air. The glutinous rice, having absorbed the meat juice, was even tastier than the meat itself.

The water chestnut added texture, making it non-greasy and easy to eat in one bite. It was also delicious with rice.

It was not advisable to eat heavy flavors at night, so Lin Wanqing stir-fried a few vegetables and kept them warm on the electric warming table.

The night grew deeper, and the sleet outside gradually turned into heavy rain.

Raindrops the size of soybeans pounded against the window. The housekeeper had gone back to his room to rest. Lin Wanqing was the only one in the house.

She huddled nervously, feeling scared.

Looking at the table full of warm dishes, Lin Wanqing felt a hollow emptiness as she prepared the bowls and chopsticks.

Growing up in that kind of family, she thought she wouldn’t be afraid of loneliness.

The entire house was suffocatingly empty. Lin Wanqing couldn’t imagine how Yan Qiu had lived here for so long.

Lin Wanqing wrapped herself in a blanket and leaned on the sofa, reading and reviewing. She gradually started to doze off.

“Sister Qiuqiu…” Lin Wanqing heard the door open outside and subconsciously called out.

What greeted her was the sound of the strong wind outside slamming pebbles against the glass.

She must have misheard.

Yan Qiu and she were only married by agreement. Lin Wanqing had never dared to hope for the kind of care a real lover would give from Yan Qiu, but now she really wished Yan Qiu would return.

Her phone vibrated with a buzzing sound. It was a missed call from her father. Lin Wanqing looked down and didn’t call back.

The Lin family was on the verge of bankruptcy due to severe internal corruption and kickback problems, as well as repeatedly being criticized on hot searches for poor product quality.

Lin Wanqing opened Yan Qiu’s message thread and typed out a message: “Sister Qiuqiu, I miss you.”

After midnight, Yan Qiu’s Bentley Mulsanne was parked in the garage. Her black coat was covered with water droplets. The cold outside made her face even colder and sharper.

Yan Qiu told the driver to rest first, and she went to the living room by herself in the elevator.

“The light is still on.” The wheelchair glided across the dark wooden floor, “You haven’t slept yet?”

Yan Qiu opened her phone. The latest message was from Lin Wanqing.

Little Miss Rabbit: Sister Qiuqiu, I miss you.

Yan Qiu’s heart skipped a beat. She could smell the scent of food drifting from the dining room from afar.

The cooks had taken time off the last two days, so she knew who had cooked the meal.

For the first time, she came home to delicious food and a gentle person waiting for her, which dispelled a lot of the chill she felt.

On the sofa, a young girl was wrapped in a blanket, holding a textbook and class notes.

Her breathing was light; she had already fallen asleep.

Yan Qiu propped herself up and got out of the wheelchair. She sat beside her, leaned over, and kissed her slightly parted lips. All her exhaustion vanished.

Lin Wanqing, in her sleep, smelled the familiar scent but didn’t wake up immediately. A protesting whimpering sound came from her throat.

“Be good. Sorry to keep you waiting. I’m home.”

“I’m very tired today,” Yan Qiu gently bit her lip, “As compensation, how about a small appetizer first, okay?”