Married The Crybaby Childhood Crush First, Then Fell in Love - Chapter 34.2

There was an unwritten rule in the industry: if a person’s private life was messy, their character must be questionable.

After the failure of the previous investment project, Yan Qiu had thoroughly seen through her.

Today, after Lin Wanqing met her, she returned to school without even finishing the dress alterations, indicating that she had been bullied.

The elevator door opened, and Yan Qiu said coldly, “The contract expires in two months. There’s no need to renew it for now.”

Tang Zi’s face paled. “Yan Qiu, let’s talk again. My sister-in-law’s matter has nothing to do with me. It was her…” deliberately luring me in.

The elevator door slowly closed. Yan Qiu’s gaze instantly turned cold. “Business is business. The company has more suitable partners.”

The electric door completely closed, and a staff member stood behind Tang Zi, “Please.”

Someone in the back whispered, “Why did she have to offend the boss’s wife? Serves her right.”

Tang Zi: “…”

…

Before quitting time, Yan Qiu’s car was already parked at the entrance of her residence.

Yu Fei: “Miss Lin must have been wronged today. She’s probably crying alone in her room. Miss Lin is young, so she must be crying tears of a pear blossom, dreaming of the boss’s comfort.”

Yu Fei’s words flowed like a silver tongue. “I saw it clearly today, Miss Lin’s eyes were red from crying in the studio. She must have been holding back tears. Miss Lin is really something, crying so pitifully that the boss can’t even focus on work.”

Yan Qiu also thought to herself, “I’ll comfort her well.”

Yan Qiu held a still-warm rabbit-shaped marshmallow she had just bought. When her car passed a shop in the city center, she specifically waited in line for half an hour.

The snow-white little rabbit was crafted lifelike, and the marshmallow was soft and sweet, just like her little Miss Rabbit.

The wheelchair rolled across the floor, but Yan Qiu didn’t find her little wife crying in a heap in the reception room.

The aroma of food was rich, and bone soup with corn was simmering in a clay pot.

Her little wife was busy in the kitchen, and when she turned around, her eyes lit up, “Sister Qiuqiu, you’re back.”

Yan Qiu: “I’m back.”

For some reason, Lin Wanqing looked at her with a hint of… pity?

Lin Wanqing served a bowl of corn and bone soup. The sweetness of the corn balanced the greasiness of the meat, and the spare ribs were stewed until they fell off the bone, tender and succulent with a rich aroma.

Lin Wanqing: “Eat more bones to nourish your body.”

Yan Qiu’s cold hands cupped the hot soup, her earlobes red.

“I apologize for Tang Zi’s rudeness today, sweetie. It’s my fault for not arranging work properly.”

Lin Wanqing listened, head bowed, obedient and well-behaved. “As Sister Qiuqiu’s wife, these are things I should bear.”

It was that same line again.

Yan Qiu frowned. “You don’t have to be so obedient. You can lean on me.”

Doesn’t this silly rabbit know what it means to take advantage of being pampered?

A bowl of bone soup was quickly emptied, the sweet corn stewed even tastier than the meat.

Lin Wanqing served her another bowl.

People are usually ugly when indulging their desires, but Yan Qiu ate very elegantly, gracefully drinking a large pot of soup.

Lin Wanqing brushed her long hair off her forehead. “Sister’s dress is almost altered. It’s just missing a brooch. If Sister Qiuqiu isn’t angry, I can make one for you.”

Yan Qiu, of course, knew about Tang Zi’s request for Lin Wanqing to make a brooch and her refusal.

Everyone likes to be favored, and Yan Qiu particularly enjoyed it.

Lin Wanqing looked at her leg with pity. “I’m willing to make it for you, Sister.”

She added, “It’s free.”

Yan Qiu’s leg felt uncomfortable under her gaze. Her face reddened, and she somewhat awkwardly took off her glasses.

“Don’t look…”

Yan Qiu, who was strong in front of outsiders, didn’t want her loved one to see her disabled leg.

She also had her pride and wanted her beloved to see her most perfect side.

Was Miss Rabbit’s gaze one of pity?

Lin Wanqing’s mind replayed images of Yan Qiu on the operating table, bleeding profusely, and Yan Qiu during rehabilitation, her legs weak, falling to the ground again and again.

Her heart felt as if it were being tightly wrapped by an invisible fishing line, aching so much she couldn’t breathe.

Lin Wanqing stared at her seriously, “I haven’t massaged Sister for several days. Can I make up for it all tonight?”

Even if Yan Qiu was slow, she knew Lin Wanqing was heartbroken over her legs.

She frowned slightly, letting out a stifled groan of endurance. “My legs are fine. You don’t need to worry about it.”

With that, she maneuvered her wheelchair to the dining table.

Lin Wanqing made a few home-style dishes, stir-frying a plate of vegetables with corn kernels, carrots, and wood ear mushrooms, all of which were appealing in color, aroma, and taste.

At the dinner table, Yan Qiu precisely picked out the carrots and wood ear mushrooms from her bowl, only eating the corn.

The carrots and wood ear mushrooms piled up into a small mountain, visibly demonstrating her dislike.

Lin Wanqing raised an eyebrow, watching Yan Qiu elegantly pick through her food. “Sister Qiuqiu doesn’t like these two?”

Yan Qiu paused slightly, remaining silent for a long time before finally saying, “I don’t like them.”

Onions were also picked out.

Lin Wanqing secretly made a mental note.

After dinner, Lin Wanqing steeped traditional Chinese medicine in hot water, then placed a scalding hot towel on Yan Qiu’s cold knees.

Her perfectly flawless, jade-like legs were covered in scars. How much pain must that have caused?

Lin Wanqing’s fingers rubbed her calf all the way up to her knee, then her thigh, gazing intently at every inch of skin.

Miss Rabbit’s breath sprayed onto her leg.

Yan Qiu gripped the sofa tightly, enduring with all her might.

Lin Wanqing thought she was in great pain. “I’ll be gentler.”

Yan Qiu used her medicine-stained hand to caress her face, her fingers hooking Lin Wanqing’s chin, forcing the kneeling girl to look up.

“You’re feeling sorry for me.”

Lin Wanqing looked at her blankly.

She was indeed feeling sorry.

The steam from the bucket blurred her vision, and her heartbeat, like a skipping rope, was amplified infinitely.

She was feeling sorry, even though she clearly knew that the person in front of her was merely a contractual marriage partner, and they couldn’t live a stable life together forever, she still felt sorry.

Yan Qiu’s finger pressed on her chin, easily leaving a faint bruise.

“Answer me, are you pitying me?”

Lin Wanqing’s pupils constricted, sensing the danger in Yan Qiu’s tone.

For someone as proud as Yan Qiu, pity was no different from insult.

Lin Wanqing: “I think it’s a pity.”

Yan Qiu caressed the corners of her mouth, then her cheeks, and finally her earlobes.

Everywhere she touched immediately turned red.

Lin Wanqing bent down to rub her aching legs, her voice very low, “I wanted to say that even though Sister Qiuqiu’s legs cannot stand for long, she is still very beautiful, but I know that’s just an excuse.”

The heat melted her reason, and Lin Wanqing pressed her soft lips against Yan Qiu’s calf.

Yan Qiu was suddenly startled.

The lips on her calf slowly extended to her ankle.

Yan Qiu’s skin was very fair, turning red under the hot water.

Red skin, vivid lips.

The slightly bitter medicinal water couldn’t mask the sweet scent in the room.

Lin Wanqing’s tongue touched the sensitive skin.

“Mmm…” Yan Qiu let out a muffled groan. “Don’t do that, it’s dirty.”

Lin Wanqing: “Sister Qiuqiu isn’t dirty.”

Lin Wanqing kissed her. “Just as Sister Qiuqiu always kisses me, I also want to have intimate contact with you, without making a mistake in front of others.”

She had crossed that psychological warning line.

Lin Wanqing leaned her cheek against Yan Qiu’s knee. She felt so sorry for her.

Yan Qiu’s hand caressed her lips, prying open her teeth and touching Lin Wanqing’s tongue.

The little rabbit’s tender tongue was pressed by her index finger.

The young girl didn’t understand what she meant. This action was uncomfortable, making her want to escape but she was deeply stopped.

Yan Qiu: “I hate it when others look at me with sympathy or pity, but if scars can make Sweetie like them, I’m very happy.”

Yan Qiu helped her stand up and pulled her onto her lap.

Lin Wanqing didn’t dare to sit down with full force; Yan Qiu’s legs were too fragile. She could only half-kneel on the sofa, her hands braced on the backrest.

Lin Wanqing, tearfully: “Sister Qiuqiu?”

Yan Qiu tore the brought-back marshmallow into strands and fed it to her.

The fluffy marshmallow melted in her mouth, piece after piece being stuffed in.

The overly sweet sugar was cloyingly sweet, and Lin Wanqing wanted to push her away, but her body had no strength.

Piece after piece, soon half of the little rabbit’s body was stuffed into Lin Wanqing’s mouth.

Yan Qiu smiled sweetly, “I specifically brought it for Sweetie. Is it delicious?”

Compared to the sweetness, what Lin Wanqing was more concerned about was Yan Qiu’s fingers.

She licked clean the fingers covered in melted sugar, then wiped them with a tissue.

Lin Wanqing’s face flushed, her heart pounding, and an inexplicable urge rose within her body.

She cried out in discomfort, not knowing what the heat in her body meant. She tried her best to endure, massaged Yan Qiu’s legs, and helped her into bed.

Yan Qiu leaned against the bed and unfolded documents. “Your face is very red. Do you have a fever?”

Lin Wanqing shook her head frantically. “No, the room is too hot.”

Yan Qiu raised an eyebrow: “It’s getting late. Go take a shower.”

She watched Lin Wanqing nervously grab a bath towel and close the bathroom door, then a splashing sound started inside.

She didn’t need to imagine the hot water from the shower, rinsing every inch of Miss Rabbit’s skin.

The hot water was enough to turn skin red.

Yan Qiu took off her pretense glasses and tossed the documents aside.

She retrieved the well-preserved gloves made by Lin Wanqing from the deepest part of her bedside cabinet, slipped them onto her fingers, then placed them under the covers…

Yan Qiu tilted her head back, her eyes dazed, gazing towards the bathroom.

She bit her hand hard, not making a sound.

Lin Wanqing was heartbroken for her. If pity could keep someone by her side, Yan Qiu would rather spend her entire life in a wheelchair.

More than half an hour later, Yan Qiu got up, washed the now dirty gloves, and hung them to dry in the damp, ventilated area.

She sprayed them with Pure Spirit perfume.

After doing everything, she put on her rational glasses again and reopened the documents.

…

Lin Wanqing finished showering and saw her busy working. “It’s late, Sweetie. Go to bed first.”

Yan Qiu smiled warmly and handed her a glass of warm milk.

Lin Wanqing’s hair was wet, strands clinging to her forehead, and her body, draped in a bath towel, seemed even more slender.

“Sister Qiuqiu said she wanted to practice hugging. Can we do it tonight?”

Lin Wanqing dared not look at her. “I’m sorry, this request is unreasonable… everything depends on your convenience.”

If she looked up, she would surely notice the abnormal flush on Yan Qiu’s face.

Yan Qiu’s voice was hoarse: “Why tonight?”

Lin Wanqing leaned her forehead against her shoulder, feeling utterly helpless. “I don’t know, I just want a hug.”

The night light illuminated a corner of the room where a budding pink camellia, with bright and tender stamens, exuded a subtle fragrance.

Yan Qiu pinched the back of her neck. “Be good, come and kiss me. After you kiss me, I’ll let you hug me.”

I will generate the image now.