Married The Crybaby Childhood Crush First, Then Fell in Love - Chapter 31

Lin Wanqing was immersed in the joy of touching Yan Qiu’s buttock all night.

Seeing the person beside her fall asleep, she burrowed closer to Yan Qiu, who hugged her even tighter.

“Sister Qiuqiu is truly a good person.”

Lin Wanqing unexpectedly gave her a “good person” card in her dream.

Yan Qiu: “…?”

Getting her butt touched makes her a good person?

The sleeping Lin Wanqing subconsciously reached for the warm spot, and her hand once again firmly patted Yan Qiu’s buttock.

She grabbed it a couple of times.

It was very soft and sweet, and she rubbed it once more.

Yan Qiu: “.”

For the first time in her life, Yan Qiu was touched inappropriately while being unable to move. She dared not move.

Unlike her cautious, timid, and fearful actions during the day, Lin Wanqing was very clingy when she was asleep.

The sleeping Miss Bunny’s lips moved, and her long eyelashes brushed against Yan Qiu’s cheek.

Lin Wanqing was completely unaware of her actions, only wanting to be hugged tighter by that warm embrace.

As the wind outside the window grew stronger, the neighbor’s stray cat let out a mournful cry.

Lin Wanqing’s legs felt cold, and she tightly hugged Yan Qiu from behind, subconsciously pressing her lips against Yan Qiu’s shoulder blade.

The dream sank deeper again.

In a trance, Lin Wanqing dreamed of her childhood, standing nervously outside the study, holding her report card for her father’s signature.

“It’s just getting first place, what’s there to show off? Don’t stand here being an eyesore.”

Her mother forcefully pushed her shoulder, “Go away.”

Six or seven-year-old Lin Wanqing stumbled, her eyes wide with confusion.

Her mother had promised that she would be rewarded for getting first place.

Why was she angry? Was it because she didn’t get a hundred points in every subject?

Lin Wanqing, with her short legs, stood at the door of her father’s study.

She quietly peeked in. Her younger sister was sitting on her father’s desk, tossing the official seal around like a toy.

Her father had said that item was very important and she wasn’t allowed to touch it.

Lin Wanqing carefully pushed the door open, “Dad, please sign the test paper.”

Seeing the kitten-like Lin Wanqing standing by the door, her father waved her over, “How many points did you score?”

Lin Wanqing, filled with anticipation, “One hundred points!”

Her father nodded, “That’s more like it.”

Lin Wanqing’s whole heart was warmly filled, and she waited with wide eyes for her father’s praise.

She rarely received any praise from her mother, assuming it was because she wasn’t good enough, but it was much easier to get a reward from her father.

Her sister, who had just started primary school, snorted, “It’s not like you got first place in every subject. Maybe you just got lucky and cheated.”

Lin Wanqing’s face was full of apprehension and confusion.

Her father’s expression darkened, “If you can’t get a perfect score on such simple material, what future will you have when you grow up?”

The brief smile vanished, and the hope on Lin Wanqing’s face completely turned into confusion.

“That’s enough, don’t stand here in the way. Hurry up and get out.”

Little Lin Wanqing didn’t understand why her parents favored her sister.

She stood frozen in place, desperately wanting to see a hint of reward or satisfaction on her father’s face.

There was nothing.

“Why are you standing there like a wooden post? Go back to your room and reflect properly. No dinner for you tonight.”

Tears splattered on the glaring one-hundred-point test paper, darkening the paper.

She stood in the hallway, crying louder and louder.

The aunties serving in the mansion walked by indifferently; everyone knew the eldest young lady was not favored.

It must be that she wasn’t good enough.

It must be her fault that her father and mother didn’t like her.

Young Lin Wanqing was still unaware of the true reason her mother called her a bastard.

Her sobs became more hoarse, and little Lin Wanqing leaned against the door, convulsing.

“Lin Wanqing, wake up!”

In the middle of the night, Yan Qiu suddenly noticed that the person next to her was breathing rapidly and was drenched in cold sweat.

Her beautiful brows were furrowed, and she was biting her pale lip hard, trembling violently.

Yan Qiu immediately woke her up, trying to pat her cheek and holding her in her arms, gently stroking her back to regulate her breathing.

“Wake up, you’re having a nightmare.”

Lin Wanqing mumbled in her sleep, “It’s all because I’m not good enough, it’s all because I’m not good enough…”

Yan Qiu was gentle: “Our Sweet Sweet is very outstanding.”

Lin Wanqing struggled to open her eyes and saw Yan Qiu’s anxious gaze.

“Sister Qiuqiu?”

The last image in her dream was her mother forcefully throwing her, crying, down the stairs.

And tearing up that one-hundred-point test paper.

“Don’t tell me you really thought I would praise you for getting a perfect score? You little beast, get lost.”

Lin Wanqing sat up against the headboard, drenched in cold sweat, breathing heavily.

Her heart was pounding with a near-paralyzing pain that made her whole body twitch.

The answer was already clear. Lin Wanqing was no longer someone who would be heartbroken over her parents’ coldness.

It was all over.

Her household registration was not with the Lin family, and she had repaid all the money the family had spent on her.

Yan Qiu handed her a glass of warm water, “Wet your throat.”

Lin Wanqing drank most of the water in one go, with no sleepiness left. The stray cat outside the window was no longer howling, and the wind had softened considerably.

A small nightlight was on in the warm bedroom. Yan Qiu propped herself up, looking at her with concern.

Yan Qiu’s scent was very reassuring. Lin Wanqing unconsciously leaned closer to her.

Lin Wanqing held the cup, “Did I talk in my sleep?”

Yan Qiu: “You were calling for Mom and Dad.”

Lin Wanqing covered her face, physically and mentally exhausted, “I’m sorry, I disturbed Sister Qiuqiu’s sleep.”

Yan Qiu used a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, “You don’t need to be so polite between us.”

It was very late now, and disturbed by the nightmare, Lin Wanqing couldn’t sleep, and Yan Qiu had long lost her sleepiness too.

She hugged Lin Wanqing’s hand from behind, stroking her soft and flat lower abdomen.

Her fingers brushed against the skin, and Lin Wanqing’s body tensed.

Yan Qiu: “I’m a little hungry. How about I make you a late-night snack?”

She gently told Lin Wanqing about things that happened in her childhood, her voice soft enough to melt into warm water.

Yan Qiu’s mother was a very gentle beauty who was excellent at cooking outside of work. After her father became successful in his career, he fulfilled his dream of opening a farm in his hometown. Every week, he would bring back the freshest cattle and sheep.

Her father would personally slaughter the cattle and sheep, cut the meat from every part, and the blood would be made into blood sausage. Her mother was responsible for the cooking.

This kind of down-to-earth feeling was rare in wealthy families. When Yan Qiu was little, she raised a very cute lamb named Sweetie.

Lin Wanqing listened intently, “What happened to that sheep?”

Yan Qiu was silent, “My dad slaughtered it.”

Lin Wanqing was dumbfounded, “That’s quite an unexpected turn.”

Yan Qiu sat in her wheelchair, wearing a jacket, “The meat was very delicious. The little lamb was very tender. I ate two big bowls of rice.”

Lin Wanqing: … Sweetie didn’t die in vain.

The auntie and the housekeeper were resting late at night. Yan Qiu leaned against the countertop and tried to stand up to get the stored ingredients from the refrigerator.

Lin Wanqing: “Let me do it. I know how to cook.”

Yan Qiu didn’t insist and helped Lin Wanqing prepare.

Her Miss Bunny’s past life was not satisfactory. In high school, her mother angrily cut off her tuition and living expenses, so she could only work part-time in small restaurants near the school during her spare time.

The cold water made her warm, fair fingers swell and turn red, and she developed layers of chilblains in the dead of winter.

She wore her sister’s discarded old down jacket and stayed at school, watching other students’ mothers quietly bring in hot, steaming meals.

It was then that Lin Wanqing learned to cook. If she hadn’t needed to study for the university entrance exam, the master chef would have taught her all his skills.

Lin Wanqing said while chopping vegetables, “Mother wanted me to study abroad and not appear in front of her and Father.”

But the tuition she was supposed to be given was enough to buy fashionable bags and pay for her sister’s tutoring classes. In the end, Lin Wanqing paid her own tuition to attend Y University.

Her long hair fell beside her beautiful face. She calmly narrated past events, with no hatred or sadness in her tone.

“Do you eat green onions?”

Yan Qiu said, “A little.”

“Chili?”

Yan Qiu made a gesture even smaller than the one for green onions, “Even less.”

“Are you afraid of spice?”

Yan Qiu: “Not afraid.”

Only her mouth was tough.

Lin Wanqing used the remaining ground meat from making meatballs to wrap small wontons. Southern-style paopao huntun (bubble wontons) are mainly for drinking soup, and with less meat filling, they are easier to digest at night.

The soup base was made from the leftover corn and pork rib soup, topped with freshly fried egg strips and a handful of small dried shrimp, drizzled with two drops of chili oil.

The bubble wontons floated on the surface of the soup, and finally, a small amount of sesame oil was added.

Lin Wanqing brought it to Yan Qiu, “Sister Qiuqiu, would you like to try it?”

Lin Wanqing watched Yan Qiu’s expression as she ate the wontons, afraid that she didn’t like her cooking.

Yan Qiu was amazed: “It’s delicious.”

The wonton wrapper melted in her mouth, and although the meat filling was sparse, the seasoning was fragrant.

The milky white corn and pork rib soup was not greasy, and the corn flavor perfectly balanced the meaty aroma.

A touch of chili oil served as the finishing touch, making the eater sweat profusely.

Yan Qiu’s lips were flushed red, and she quietly took a glass of ice water.

The phone she had placed face down on the table buzzed twice.

The caller ID was Lin Hui (Lin Wanqing’s father).

Yan Qiu’s eyes turned cold, and she hung up the phone.

They do not deserve to be parents.

Seeing that Yan Qiu hadn’t had enough, Lin Wanqing split half of her own bowl of wontons with her.

Yan Qiu: “…”

She silently went to get another glass of ice water.

…

The result of the midnight meal was that neither of them slept well. When they woke up in the morning, both had dark circles under their eyes, looking like they had overindulged (implying something sexual).

The secretary came to deliver documents, “Am I interrupting?”

Yu Fei desperately hinted at Lin Wanqing with her eyes, Look at the boss, unsteady on her feet, listless, constantly yawning. Young people need to be temperate.

Lin Wanqing: We didn’t do anything last night.

Yu Fei patted her shoulder: I understand, you don’t need to explain.

Lin Wanqing thought: You understand nothing.

Yan Qiu tried to fight her sleepiness, skipping breakfast, “Are you two very familiar with each other?”

Lin Wanqing pushed her wheelchair, blurting out, “She said you indulge…”

Lin Wanqing stopped abruptly mid-sentence, suddenly becoming aware of what she was saying, and immediately covered her mouth.

After putting the wheelchair in the trunk, Yan Qiu said softly, “Indulge in what?”

Lin Wanqing stammered, “Indul… Indulging… in poor sleep, it’s really worrying.”

Yan Qiu raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying.

Lin Wanqing and the secretary sat in the front seat. Lin Wanqing would never dare to be reckless in front of Yan Qiu, shrinking into a little quail.

Yu Fei asked with her eyes: Why do you look so defeated? Did the boss…???!

Does the boss have some peculiar fetish??

In that instant, countless unspeakable novel plots flashed through the secretary’s mind.

Lin Wanqing mouthed her answer: Touched the boss’s butt.

The secretary’s pupils dilated in shock, “You shouldn’t poke the tiger’s bottom.”

Lin Wanqing, having sobered up, felt like her soul had left her body, completely forgetting that she had cried like a delicate darling in the tiger’s arms last night because of a nightmare.

Lin Wanqing looked at her guilty hand with deep remorse.

“The texture was very soft.”

Yu Fei gave her a thumbs up, “A role model for our generation.”

The car stopped at the entrance of Y University. The time spent on the road was enough for Lin Wanqing to recall her audacious behavior the previous night.

She didn’t dare look at Yan Qiu, having completely turned into a little quail.

Yan Qiu patted her shoulder, “Good luck with the competition.”

Lin Wanqing nodded mournfully, carefully avoiding shifting her gaze upwards to Yan Qiu’s buttock.

She usually wore skirts and long trousers, but remembering the rub from yesterday, it was indeed very shapely, with a soft and springy texture.

Yan Qiu: “Was my butt good to touch?”

Lin Wanqing flinched in fright, “… It was alright?”

Yan Qiu nodded, seeing Miss Bunny’s eyes turning red again.

“If you don’t get first place, you won’t get to touch it in this lifetime.”

“… Yes, friendship second, competition first.”

Yan Qiu watched her enter the campus with satisfaction, finally reminding her not to feel too much pressure.

Lin Wanqing was close to tears, thinking, Ninety percent of my pressure comes from you.

A light snow fell on the car roof. The secretary loosely wrapped a scarf around the boss’s neck.

“It’s getting colder today, please be careful not to catch a cold.”

Yan Qiu touched the soft red scarf, which was hand-knitted from high-quality wool.

The scent on it felt familiar.

Yu Fei showed off her exceptional professional capability, “I stole it from the school’s assignment storage room. Lin Wanqing knitted it last month.”

A mature secretary has already learned to steal proactively.

Yan Qiu stroked the soft scarf, her gaze gentle and affectionate, “I’ll give you a bonus.”

The secretary was eager to please, “It’s all thanks to the boss’s excellent teaching.”

Yan Qiu: “… Arrange to donate some money to the school in my name, upgrade the security…”

The secretary drove and said, That won’t work. If the security is upgraded, I won’t be able to steal anymore.

The little thief and the ringleader brazenly drove past the school gate, leaving boldly right in front of the security guard.

…

Yan Qiu’s car parked near the Lin family mansion. The door was sealed, and the creditors had already broken in, moving out everything valuable in the house.

Lin Hui and Qiao Lihua were taken away. It was said that they initially had a glimmer of hope, but their secret savings were taken by their youngest daughter to go traveling abroad.

It was adding insult to injury, leaving no chance for recovery.

The 230,000 Yuan Lin Wanqing gave Lin Hui was entirely paid out as compensation to the injured workers.

A drop in the bucket.

Yan Qiu used her cane to brace herself and stood up from the wheelchair. She could walk slowly for a few steps.

Tiles were cracked, and the wedding photo was splashed with paint.

Yan Qiu’s black leather boots crunched on the broken glass fragments.

“Be careful, Boss.”

Valuables were gone from the first-floor storage room, leaving only a pile of trash.

Yan Qiu, wearing gloves, sifted through the dirt, revealing a fragmented photo album.

She flipped open the pocket watch, which contained a photo of Lin Wanqing as a child.

The dirty album recorded Lin Wanqing’s growth from age three to ten.

The tiny figure faced the camera timidly, with delicate features, holding a large white rabbit in her arms.

Childhood Lin Wanqing had soft baby fat on her face, wore a floral dress, and diligently stuffed timothy grass into the large rabbit’s mouth.

The very thick album was torn, with only a few remaining pages.

Yan Qiu carefully wiped them clean with a tissue, cherishing them, and placed them in the inner pocket of her coat.

These were the only remaining photos of Lin Wanqing in the entire mansion.

When she proposed marriage previously, Qiao Lihua said she had no photos of Lin Wanqing; she must have truly forgotten.

Yan Qiu: “How long will my father-in-law and mother-in-law be sentenced?”

Yu Fei stated a number.

Yan Qiu: “Arrange for it to be a little longer, don’t let them have an easy time.”

Her Miss Bunny cried so pitifully yesterday; how could the culprits not pay the price?

“Lin Hui caused such a large funding gap. Make him pay it back, whether by selling blood or anything else. Give everything to the victims.”

Yu Fei understood the boss’s unspoken intention, “The subordinates will handle it properly, you can rest assured.”

…

Yan Qiu timed her arrival, reaching the vicinity of the grand auditorium for Lin Wanqing’s competition in advance.

Many people had already gathered, including media personnel with their large cameras.

This competition was highly recognized both on and off-campus, with different content for each round.

The first round was about gauze, and the second was about leather.

The designers were given corresponding themes and allowed to exercise their creativity.

Yan Qiu, sitting in her wheelchair, was bumped by passersby, and the pain in her legs made her expression turn unpleasant.

“Lin Wanqing, who is working seriously, is so beautiful. Just looking at her makes my legs weak.”

“Her fingers are so fair, I love them.”

“No lustful comments in public.”

“I heard Lin Wanqing has a girlfriend, is it true? I’m not here to break up the family; I’m here to join it.”

“I don’t believe her girlfriend’s butt is as shapely as mine QAQ”

Yan Qiu overheard the quiet whispers of the few female students in front of her, who were staring at Lin Wanqing on the stage with eyes full of affection, making her expression even worse.

When Yan Qiu arrived at the exclusive viewing area, the competition was not yet over. Lin Wanqing was engrossed in her work, her movements sharp yet graceful.

Yan Qiu tightly gripped the soft red scarf around her neck.

The surroundings were noisy. From a distance, one could hear students discussing the works on the stage, and even more people were taking photos of Lin Wanqing with their phones raised.

Yu Fei changed the topic, “So many people are watching Miss Lin, the pressure must be immense.”

Yan Qiu’s fingers gently tapped her ebony cane, her emotions unreadable.

Yu Fei: “Miss Lin looked a bit tired this morning. She probably didn’t sleep well last night.”

The boss also looks tired. She needs to have the private doctor prescribe some tonic medicine.

How can a woman show fatigue?

Yan Qiu faintly hummed in acknowledgment, taking a small, exquisite telescope from beneath the wheelchair to look at Lin Wanqing’s profile.

Miss Bunny’s face was flushed, whether from nervousness or something else, and her lips were constantly pursed.

She looked very kissable.

Yu Fei: “Miss Lin must be eager for the competition to end so she can see the boss~”

Yan Qiu smiled noncommittally.

Yan Qiu regretfully withdrew her gaze only after the competition ended and all the entries were submitted to the judging panel.

She quietly took off the red scarf around her neck and put it into her handbag.

She couldn’t steal the competition entry back now; it would attract too much attention.

Nor did she dare to wear the stolen scarf in front of Lin Wanqing.

Passing a reflective tile, Yan Qiu straightened her clothes, waiting for the girl to rush into her arms after the competition.

Coming down the elevator, people were coming and going. The secretary shielded her in front, carefully preventing surrounding students from accidentally bumping the noble person in the wheelchair.

…

“Senior! I’ve liked you for a long time. Can I take a photo with you? Please QAQ”

“Senior, Senior, I’m next! I’ve seen every one of your works, I love them so much.”

Lin Wanqing saw that these two junior students were wearing the perfume she produced, which was a wonderful coincidence.

Lin Wanqing smiled gently, “Okay.”

She put her arm around the junior’s shoulder, opened her phone, and intimately pressed her cheek against hers, hitting the shutter button.

In the picture, the junior was shyly blushing, and Lin Wanqing was generous and natural. Lin Wanqing’s long hair fluttered against the junior’s neck, making the latter shiver.

The junior stammered, “Th-th-thank you, Senior! I won’t wash my face for the rest of my life!”

Lin Wanqing: “… That’s not necessary.”

Many people came to take photos. Usually, Lin Wanqing was very aloof and would only refuse, unlike today when she was so amiable.

Coming out of the long hallway, she had two small cakes, a pink-ribboned love letter from a secret admirer, and a vibrant rose that someone had given her.

A black Bentley commercial vehicle was parked at the end of the hallway, next to a wheelchair.

Yan Qiu was quietly sitting in it, holding a cup of hot milk tea.

Lin Wanqing’s hands were full of gifts from admirers. She felt as guilty as a mouse seeing a cat and dared not look up.

Yan Qiu gritted her teeth, “Is this what you meant by Lin Wanqing constantly missing me?”

Yu Fei: “… She is missing you,” but not much.

Yan Qiu took a deep breath, forcing a struggle to put on the warm and benevolent smile of an elder sister.

Lin Wanqing walked over, bowed her head obediently in front of her, “Sister Qiuqiu.”

Yan Qiu: “The competition is over. You worked hard.”

Lin Wanqing blushed and shyly handed the rose from her arms to Yan Qiu.

“Presenting a borrowed flower, you look very beautiful today, Sister.”

Yan Qiu’s recent negative feelings slightly improved, “Okay.”

The junior student who had just taken a photo with Lin Wanqing in the hallway caught up and saw her usually aloof goddess senior bending down and speaking softly to a beautiful woman in a wheelchair.

The unique shyness and flush of a young girl on her face could not be faked.

Yan Qiu turned her head and gave the green junior a cool look.

Heh.

Silent mockery.

The junior heard the sound of her heart breaking.

Lin Wanqing pulled her into the car, “What is Sister Qiuqiu looking at?”

Yan Qiu closed the car door, “A poor little thing who doesn’t even know how to woo someone.”

She glanced out the car window haughtily, like, If I don’t die, you will always be a concubine. (A phrase implying supreme dominance).

Lin Wanqing: “?”

She burned the love letter in front of Yan Qiu and placed the ashes in the ashtray, giving the small cakes to the secretary as a snack.

The only rose was given to Yan Qiu, who had it tucked into her hair as a style, inserted diagonally.

A rose for a beauty.

Lin Wanqing: “Today’s work was to make leather gloves that are both warm and fashionable. The finished piece can’t be taken back after the competition, but I made it according to your size, Sister.”

Lin Wanqing placed her hand on Yan Qiu’s, meticulously measuring her overly slender and beautiful fingers inch by inch.

Those hands, perfect for a hand model, could make any jewelry shine, yet Yan Qiu did not have a habit of wearing jewelry.

Lin Wanqing: “I will make a new pair of gloves for you, Sister.”

Yan Qiu was somewhat appeased, “Fine, granted.”

Lin Wanqing: “It will be my return gift for you comforting me after my nightmare.”

Yan Qiu’s smile flattened considerably. She didn’t want their relationship to stop there.

Yan Qiu: “Besides that?”

Lin Wanqing was confused.

The warmth of the milk tea made Lin Wanqing’s fingers soft and sweet. It was a limited edition from a trendy store, requiring at least an hour of queuing to buy.

Lin Wanqing wasn’t fond of sweets but really liked the fluffy little bunny charm that came with the milk tea.

Yan Qiu turned her head and said, “A photo.”

She tightly gripped her ebony cane, indignant, “You just took a photo with someone else, with your faces pressed together. We don’t even have a single casual photo together, besides the wedding photo.”

Yan Qiu became increasingly unhappy as she spoke, repeating, “Not, a, single, one!”

Lin Wanqing was so generous to others yet so stingy with her.

Yan Qiu’s voice was very low, and her ears were red: “If you like love letters so much, I can write you one myself…”