Married The Crybaby Childhood Crush First, Then Fell in Love - Chapter 41.2

The doctor was extremely frightened, constantly observing Yan Qiu with nervous peripheral glances, thinking these two did not look like people engaged in legitimate business.

Yan Qiu placed the Old Master’s medical record on the table and discussed the subsequent treatment process with the doctor.

Finally, she asked about her own legs, “Is continuing physical therapy useful?”

The doctor cautiously replied, “Your legs haven’t atrophied, and you have sensation when touched. As far as we can tell, there is hope for recovery.”

Yan Qiu asked the doctor a few more questions, causing the nervous sweat to pour off him, and his speech to become stammering.

Yu Fei frowned in dissatisfaction, “Is there a problem with the treatment plan?”

The Boss had consulted experts from countless hospitals, both domestic and international, and the results were all largely similar.

The doctor quietly asked, “If I don’t cure you, will you make me pay the price?”

Yu Fei was silent for a moment, “Well, how could we? We are a legitimate enterprise.”

The doctor thought, Your silence is very suspicious.

Yan Qiu said plainly, “Schedule acupuncture and physical therapy massage for tomorrow. Double the physical therapy time.”

Yu Fei frowned and advised, “Boss, it’s too painful every time. We can take it slow. There’s no need to rush.”

Yan Qiu waved her hand, telling her not to continue, and wheeled herself into the hospital room. The Old Master was leaning on the bed, reading the newspaper.

The Old Master smiled kindly, leaning on a dragon-head cane.

“Autumn girl is here. Why didn’t I see Wanqing?”

Yan Qiu: “Wanqing is at school. You need to take your medicine properly and eat less spicy food. You’re fine.”

With that, Yan Qiu dumped the leftover spicy stir-fried meat by the Old Master’s bed straight into the trash can.

The Old Master looked at her in disbelief, “You, you, you! How can you treat an elder like this? Showing no respect! I know my own body.”

Yan Qiu then poured out all the white wine by his bedside.

“It’s not advisable to drink or eat spicy food while sick. You should be more mindful.”

The Old Master’s fingers trembled as he pointed at her. That bottle of white wine was just opened, and he had only taken two sips.

The room smelled of alcohol.

The Old Master believed in “smoking and drinking, living to ninety-nine,” and the two of them often argued over this.

After talking about company matters for a few minutes, the Old Master brought the conversation back to the marriage, “Lin Wanqing has a soft personality. She saved you, she’s obedient to you, and she has good business acumen. She is a capable person, and you must treat her well.”

Yan Qiu: “I understand. I will treat her well.”

The Old Master snorted coldly, “Don’t try to deceive me. The butler told me today that Lin Wanqing was sitting in a wheelchair when she left. Her body seemed very frail. I know your temper; when you get angry, you’re practically a lunatic.”

Yan Qiu was uncharacteristically perplexed.

The Old Master scolded her, “Did you abuse Lin Wanqing?! How can you face your deceased parents if you do such a thing?”

Yan Qiu offered a pale defense, “I didn’t abuse her.”

The Old Master was non-committal, “Returning kindness with ingratitude. You go back and apologize to Lin Wanqing properly. If she wants to leave you, I will definitely not stop her.”

Yan Qiu lowered her head and admitted her mistake: “…I won’t bully Wanqing, nor will I divorce her.”

Under the Old Master’s repeated warnings, Yan Qiu dared not reveal the real reason why Lin Wanqing was miserably using a wheelchair.

The Old Master waved his dragon-head cane, “Since you’re married, keep your temper in check. Be careful not to lose your wife one day and then go crazy again.”

After comforting the Old Master, Yan Qiu left the hospital. Breathing in the cold air outside, she tightened the red scarf Lin Wanqing had given her.

Yu Fei: “Boss, Ms. Lin should be finished by now.”

Yan Qiu got into the car, “Go to the school.”

She took out the investment proposal for the ‘Simple Soul’ perfume from her file, tracing the lines of black text on the white paper. Yan Qiu felt slightly relieved.

Yu Fei: “I’ve never seen such a lenient contract for an investee. No participation in decision-making, no target setting. The investment is no different from just throwing money away.”

Yan Qiu: “Lin Wanqing is my wife, not a business partner.”

Even if all eighty million were poured into the water, as long as it brought a smile to the beauty’s face, Yan Qiu would be satisfied.

She had always thought that investors who mixed emotions into commercial decisions were foolish, laughing at those stupid people who only listened to their partners.

Yan Qiu wistfully touched her aching legs. If Lin Wanqing would whisper in her ear, Yan Qiu would give away all her assets.

Yu Fei checked the time, “It’s still early. Ms. Lin probably hasn’t left the auditorium yet.”

Lin Wanqing held the golden semi-final trophy and slowly walked out of the corridor, surrounded by a group of senior and junior schoolmates.

“Qingqing Jie is so amazing! Sob, sob, sob, you were first place all the way. Please tell us your study methods.”

“Senior’s hair is so beautiful today. It looks like silk under the spotlight.”

“Do you understand ‘first come, first served’? Step aside, I’ll carry Senior’s bag.”

“Little junior, are you planning to develop overseas? I have resources here.”

Lin Wanqing’s body was overused, and every step was painfully sore. She tried her best not to let others see anything unusual.

Lin Wanqing refused, “I’ll carry my own bag. I’m not considering going overseas for the time being.”

She held a large bouquet of vibrant roses in her left hand and the small golden trophy in her right. Fine, light snow was falling on her long hair.

The beauty was radiant, her eyes curved into a smile.

Yan Qiu’s heart fluttered as she watched. She gripped the car door, preparing to get out.

Her legs hurt badly, but she could manage two steps.

For Lin Wanqing, she was willing to take every step as if treading on the blades of a knife.

After the crowd dispersed, one senior stayed behind, looking earnestly at Lin Wanqing, “Qingqing, can I call you that?”

Yan Qiu: “!”

Yu Fei: “Wow.”

A big green hat on the Boss’s head.

The senior’s gentle eyes were like stars falling, “I’ve always been paying attention to you. Qingqing is always surrounded by so many people, making it impossible for me to get close.”

Lin Wanqing looked at her vigilantly. The girl’s fair skin was made even softer and lovelier by the contrast with the red roses.

Even when she was frowning, she looked soft.

The senior took a step forward, and Lin Wanqing took a step back, “Qingqing, can you date me? I like you.”

Lin Wanqing: “You should know I’m married.”

The senior’s eyes showed sadness, “Is it really impossible? I can be very discreet. I’ll take you abroad so you don’t have to be controlled by Yan Qiu.”

Lin Wanqing frowned. Before she could speak, the senior immediately said, “Qingqing and Yan Qiu don’t have real feelings for each other, right? I know your circle. People will do anything for profit. Yan Qiu is disabled, so her mentality must be twisted. I imagine Qingqing has suffered a lot of grievances.”

Lin Wanqing: “I haven’t suffered any grievances.” Don’t talk nonsense.

The senior took another step forward, cornering Lin Wanqing. The gorgeous red roses were wedged between them.

The scent of flowers was overwhelming, romantic and passionate.

The senior: “She hit you, didn’t she?”

Lin Wanqing: “?”

The senior pointed at her legs, righteously indignant, “Your walking posture has been unnatural all day today! Yan Qiu has bad legs herself, so she can’t stand to see others doing well!”

Lin Wanqing: “…”

Ah.

The senior saw her silence, “Otherwise, why would you be swaying when you walk? Yan Qiu is too much, relying on her wealth.”

Lin Wanqing was silent. Is this something I can tell you?

“I’m sorry. I don’t accept your confession. Please don’t flirt with a married woman.”

The senior said a few more things, but with Lin Wanqing’s calm refusal, she left sadly.

Lin Wanqing sighed, holding the roses and the trophy, and headed toward the parking lot.

“Lin Wanqing.”

Lin Wanqing heard someone call her name. She immediately looked back, only to see Yan Qiu sitting in a wheelchair. She was wearing a loose wool coat wrapped with a strikingly contrasting red hand-knitted scarf. Half her face was buried in the scarf, and she looked at Lin Wanqing with a shallow smile behind her cool, gold-rimmed glasses.

Lin Wanqing quickly stepped forward (though not very fast), bashfully holding the roses.

Yan Qiu: “Congratulations on first place.”

Lin Wanqing smiled, offering the vibrant bouquet of roses to Yan Qiu, “The host gave them to me. The flowers are blooming beautifully. They suit you very well, Jie.”

Yan Qiu pulled her closer, putting Lin Wanqing’s cold little hands on her neck to warm them. The cold touch made Yan Qiu shiver.

“You should wear more clothes.”

Her hands touched a soft, hot area, and Lin Wanqing’s heart beat faster, remembering the endless pain and pleasure this person had given her.

Yan Qiu: “Tiantian is always able to remain calm. I admire that.”

Lin Wanqing was startled, “What?”

Yan Qiu wrapped the scarf, which carried her own body temperature, around Lin Wanqing’s neck. It was Lin Wanqing’s past work that she had asked her secretary to retrieve from the warehouse. It was made of high-quality wool, making it especially cozy and warm in the winter.

Snow fell on her long hair, and their breaths mingled.

Yan Qiu supported herself on the car door and got in, “Someone just confessed to you, and you refused just as calmly. When your parents and sister bullied you, you endured it without a word. When you were asked to marry me, you docilely gave up your future marital freedom and signed the agreement.”

Yan Qiu’s deep eyes gazed at her, giving her a sense of fear that she would be sucked in.

“You are always so calm, not even taking your lifelong matters seriously.”

Yan Qiu took the small golden trophy from her hand, intending to place it in the most conspicuous display cabinet in her office.

Lin Wanqing pondered for a moment, then said, “Because I had no choice. Whether it was the senior’s love, my family’s love, or your love, I was powerless to bear any of it.”

She smiled faintly, a look that was more painful than crying, “I once hoped to date someone who could pull me out of my misery, but everyone just wanted to satisfy their inner desires. Once they had enough sweetness, they wouldn’t care what happened to me.”

“I also hoped to get my family’s love, but I realized my father and mother preferred my sister, and I was always the unpresentable bastard.”

“Your love, I…”

Lin Wanqing didn’t know how to answer. Her heart swelled as she looked at Yan Qiu. She had given her everything.

Her body, her career, her marriage—they were all chips on a gambling table, all handed over to her.

As for what she would receive in return, Lin Wanqing knew nothing.

She followed her instinct and fiercely kissed Yan Qiu’s lips, biting her lips and tongue, the intense emotion something Lin Wanqing herself couldn’t control.

She loved Yan Qiu, even if in the end she was left with nothing, bruised and battered.

A silver thread of saliva stretched between them. Lin Wanqing gasped, coquettishly, “Jie, my pants are dirty again. I’m so useless. Can Jie sort me out properly?”