Married The Crybaby Childhood Crush First, Then Fell in Love - Chapter 38.2

The intern she hired recently got sick, so only Lin Wanqing was in the studio. The air was mixed with various floral scents, and bottles of essential oils filled an entire wall.

Winter nights fell early. Before long, the outside was covered with a sky-full of red clouds.

Lin Wanqing drew all the curtains, closed the door, ignored the reports sent by the processing workshop, put on her headphones, and clicked on the website her roommate gave her.

She was blushing and extremely curious, like a child entering the adult world for the first time.

She whispered to herself: “I received money from Yan Qiu to get married. I should fulfill my duties in bed.”

Lin Wanqing, with a spirit of learning, took out a small notebook to record notes.

With trembling fingers, she moved the mouse to the first video.

Yan Qiu: “Lin Wanqing seems to be starting to figure things out.”

The secretary quietly whispered in the boss’s ear in the meeting room, “Please sign this document first.”

Yan Qiu: “…”

The entire meeting room was filled with a serious work atmosphere. Only the person sitting at the head of the table was full of thoughts of love and lust.

Yu Fei: “If I may be frank, the meeting is two hours long, and you’ve been slacking off for one and a half hours.”

Yan Qiu put down her fountain pen. “I am the boss.”

Yu Fei: “.”

Her fist was hardened.

Damn capitalism.

Yan Qiu threw out a “Send the meeting report to my email.” She rolled her wheelchair out of the meeting room and sighed with relief, smelling the fresh air outside.

The employees in the office whispered after the boss left, “CEO Yan’s mouth is broken. Could it be…”

One of them had an ambiguous look. “The boss’s wife is so fierce.”

Another person cleared her throat. “Is there a possibility that she was beaten?”

The other one: “???”

It wasn’t impossible given the boss’s personality.

Finally, they lamented, “Fights in bed are reconciled by the bed. What a good relationship.”

The person chairing the meeting heavily knocked on the board. “Focus! We’re working overtime until nine tonight.”

The people in the meeting room groaned.

The boss, who clocked out early, sat in the car. The car drove onto the highway and stopped in the entrepreneurial park.

Yu Fei parked the car. “Boss, we’ve arrived.”

When Yan Qiu got off work early, she would come to Lin Wanqing’s studio to take a walk. The old man at the entrance was accustomed to luxury cars coming and going.

Yan Qiu sat in the wheelchair. Before she even started rolling, she saw several stray cats in the corner munching on cat food.

The doorman chuckled. “The kind little girl from unit two feeds them every day. Look how fat these cats are, like little pigs.”

Yan Qiu smiled faintly. “She has a good heart.”

Yu Fei pushed the boss’s wheelchair up the ramp. “Miss Lin has a simple nature and a kind heart. She truly is a pure and flawless fine person.”

Yan Qiu gently tapped the side of her wheelchair, noncommittally.

Her Lin Wanqing was good in every way, but she was too innocent.

So innocent that she was used as a blood bag by her original family, abused, and so innocent that she didn’t even know about things between two girls.

She was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, and even Yan Qiu couldn’t bear to draw colors on it.

The wheelchair rolled across the ground, making a rustling sound. Yan Qiu stopped at the studio door.

She raised her hand and gently knocked.

Two thud-thud sounds didn’t alarm the girl wearing headphones inside.

Yan Qiu frowned and knocked twice more.

Yu Fei: “There’s light coming from the crack of the door. Miss Lin should be inside. Could she have gone out to eat?”

Yan Qiu put her hand on the doorknob and gently pressed down.

The door had a fingerprint lock, only recording the fingerprints of a few close people.

The door slowly opened. The entire studio was quiet, one could hear a pin drop.

Lin Wanqing sat cross-legged on a chair, concentrating on the video on the computer, occasionally writing on a notebook.

Yan Qiu smiled faintly: “She’s studying.”

Yu Fei had good eyesight. Her gaze swept over the computer screen and instantly froze!

Wait a minute!

What was Miss Lin, who was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, watching?!

The sixth sense of the boss’s confidant told her not to stay there.

Yu Fei leaned over and whispered in the boss’s ear, “I just received a call from the company. I’ll take it in the hallway.”

Yan Qiu waved her hand. “Go ahead.”

Yu Fei gave the boss a deep look: I understand.

Yan Qiu: ?

She didn’t understand the secretary’s look.

Seeing the person behind her close the door, she rolled her wheelchair closer to Lin Wanqing.

She was gentle: “Tiantian is studying.”

Yan Qiu casually glanced at the screen—?

On the computer screen, two women’s bodies were entangled, covered in sweat, and their hands were already a blur.

The long-haired one’s wrist was restrained on the bed. Judging from the amplitude of the bed shaking, it was very exciting.

Based on their mouth shapes, she could discern the meaningless light moans coming from their throats.

The short-haired woman on top aggressively gripped the other’s neck, and the movement of her other hand became more ferocious.

Lin Wanqing was completely absorbed in watching and didn’t notice anyone behind her.

Until the screen reflected the sudden appearance of a wheelchair—!

Lin Wanqing was terrified. She closed the page with lightning speed.

Lin Wanqing turned around in a panic, stammering, “Sister Qiuqiu, you’re here. Why did you open the door without a sound…”

Yan Qiu looked at her closed computer and said, “You were too focused on the video and didn’t hear my wheelchair.”

Lin Wanqing kept picking at her hands, her ears twitching unconsciously.

She looked like she had seen a ghost.

She was very bad at lying.

Yan Qiu deliberately teased her. “What research material are you looking at so seriously?”

Lin Wanqing was like a startled bird, her eyes darting around. “Nothing much, just some materials for the competition in a few days.”

Yan Qiu said, “Ah, I see. You really are a good child who loves to study.”

Lin Wanqing forced a smile.

Yan Qiu patted her shoulder. “Don’t forget to rest while you’re studying.”

With that pat, Lin Wanqing almost fell off the stool.

Lin Wanqing lowered her eyes and pulled at her skirt, not daring to let Yan Qiu see anything abnormal. She put the notebook away and locked it in the drawer.

Her intimate undergarments were already sticky all over.

They were uncomfortably clinging to her body and needed to be changed immediately.

She used to sleep in the studio. There were some everyday changes of clothes here and a very narrow bathroom.

There was a shower and a water heater inside.

If she didn’t clean up soon, she would barely be able to walk normally.

Yan Qiu pretended not to notice anything unusual. “Are you busy? I’ll wait for you here.”

Lin Wanqing cleared her throat, her face flushed. She hadn’t looked in a mirror, so she hadn’t realized how cute she looked.

In a flurry, she pushed open the folding bathroom door, put the soiled pants in her hands, lathered them with soap, and constantly scrubbed them.

Yan Qiu sat in the wheelchair, casually checking the page Lin Wanqing had just browsed.

The silly bunny didn’t know how to delete the browsing history.

The low-quality screen flickered in Yan Qiu’s eyes. She scrolled the mouse back and forth, a smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

She didn’t need to teach her personally; her little wife would take the initiative to learn. This was unexpectedly interesting.

“Tiantian has grown up.”

The faint sound of running water made Yan Qiu’s heart burn. She picked up her headphones and clicked on the video whose cover showed a bondage bed.

Moving the progress bar, Yan Qiu intently watched the video that contradicted her elegant style.

The grotesque toys were indescribable.

Hearing the bathroom door open, Yan Qiu immediately deleted the browsing history, and the computer returned to its original state.

“So Tiantian likes these things. How interesting.”

The soaking wet Lin Wanqing changed into neat clothes, but the innermost intimate garment was already dirtied again without being dried.

She could only stand awkwardly not far away, unable to look directly at Yan Qiu.

Her gaze uncontrollably fell on Yan Qiu’s well-manicured fingers.

They were long and beautiful knuckles, with a pink diamond ring on her ring finger.

Lin Wanqing’s mind buzzed, and her face burned even hotter.

Yan Qiu smiled gently. “Tiantian, is your body uncomfortable? Why is your face so red?”

Lin Wanqing was on the verge of tears. “N-nothing. I’m just a little tired from studying lately.”

Yan Qiu was like a seasoned hunter, not exposing her prey’s lie.

She took Lin Wanqing’s hand, which was covered in cold sweat. “Studying shouldn’t just be about watching videos; it also requires practical experience, otherwise, everything is just empty talk.”

Lin Wanqing trembled all over, suspecting Yan Qiu was hinting at something, but she had no evidence.

Yan Qiu subtly guided her. She led Lin Wanqing out of the studio. “I can say a few words in your field of study. If Tiantian has anything she doesn’t understand, she can discuss it with me.”

Lin Wanqing dared not look directly at her, lowering her head and saying, “Okay, thank you, Sister, for your trouble.”

Yan Qiu: “I’m your wife. It’s not trouble.”

Yu Fei saw Lin Wanqing come out and gave her a frantic look of suggestion.

Lin Wanqing: ?

Yu Fei’s eyes were twitching madly, almost seizing up.

Lin Wanqing: What are you saying?

Yu Fei: “…”

The hint was unsuccessful, and the secretary lost her joy.

The secretary drove the two to the mansion and then left alone.

The originally spacious car atmosphere instantly solidified, becoming narrow and oppressive, making even breathing difficult.

Lin Wanqing was so nervous that her whole body was shaking. “Sister Qiuqiu, what kind of girl meets your criteria?”

Yan Qiu brushed aside the stray hairs on her forehead and used a handkerchief to wipe away the sweat.

“The girl I favor, I love her no matter what she does.”

Lin Wanqing’s eyelashes fluttered. She was about to cry. “My mother always taught me that girls should guard their reputation and shouldn’t kiss, touch, or go to bed with people…”

Yan Qiu patiently listened to her.

Lin Wanqing unconsciously moved her legs. Her innermost pants were already soaked through.

It was so uncomfortable.

Lin Wanqing continued, “Mother said girls should be reserved, and any inviting behavior would be seen as promiscuous and indecent.”

Yan Qiu wrapped her arms around her waist and saw a dark patch on the leather seat.

Her eyes darkened slightly.

Lin Wanqing’s breathing was hot. She looked at her fearfully and pleadingly. “But I think Sister is a very good person. You gave me a lot of resources, rescued me from the sea of misery in my family, and signed a contract that is completely beneficial to me…”

Yan Qiu picked her up and held her on her lap, feeling a patch of wetness on her palm.

Lin Wanqing spoke while leaning on her shoulder, softly sobbing.

Yan Qiu was too good to her. If she had been even slightly bad, Lin Wanqing wouldn’t have handed over her heart like this.

She was so good that no one could fault her.

Lin Wanqing kissed her neck, and, mimicking the video, stuck out her tongue.

She used her teeth to hold Yan Qiu’s glasses. “Sister Qiuqiu, can you touch me like normal lovers do?”

That one sentence completely ignited the temperature inside the car.

The hand Yan Qiu had on her waist suddenly tightened.

Yan Qiu: “Do you know what you are saying?”

Lin Wanqing cried and nodded. “I understand. I am your wife, and I have the obligation to fulfill these responsibilities.”

Lin Wanqing closed her eyes, took Yan Qiu’s hand, and gently lifted her skirt.

Yan Qiu’s scorching palm touched her skin.

Yan Qiu: “I lied to you in the studio just now.”

Lin Wanqing’s body stiffened, and she looked at her with wet eyes.

Yan Qiu smiled: “I saw what was on your computer screen. Our Tiantian has grown up.”

Lin Wanqing sobbed like a small animal.

This woman was too mean. She didn’t want her to touch her anymore.

Yan Qiu gripped her waist. “Be good, don’t move. Don’t blame me if I hurt you.”