Married The Crybaby Childhood Crush First, Then Fell in Love - Chapter 44.2

The butler paused while pouring the tea. “Yes… plop, she falls out of bed.”

It was both tragic and amusing.

Lin Wanqing took a cup of hot milk tea. “I guess CEO Yan has someone she loves, or else she wouldn’t have only kept one master bedroom.”

The butler’s lips moved, and he looked at her with hidden expectation, thinking Lin Wanqing had finally understood.

Lin Wanqing’s eyes were filled with sorrow, and her heart suddenly ached. “CEO Yan can’t marry the person she loves and can only use me as a substitute. I imagine she’s not having an easy time either.”

The butler’s lips moved, his eyes extremely shocked. Ah, no, no, no.

The butler had received orders from Yan Qiu not to tell the truth and could only give a subtle hint.

“CEO Yan’s pocket watch has a childhood picture of the person she loves. You’ll know when you see it.”

Lin Wanqing’s mood didn’t improve at all. “A childhood picture… then she’s a bit perverted. Being a disabled person, perversion seems understandable.”

Maybe I should take some medicine too.

The butler: “…”

It was late at night when Yan Qiu returned. Her wheelchair slid across the floor, making a rustling sound. A day’s work left her exhausted and uncomfortable, with pressure several times greater than what Lin Wanqing faced in her competition. Wang Group had been entrenched in the country for decades and could not be defeated overnight.

She wheeled past the sofa and saw Lin Wanqing wrapped in a blanket, dozing off. Her small hands and feet were exposed, feeling cold and retracting with a shiver. It hurt Yan Qiu’s heart.

Yan Qiu used her warm hand to cover Lin Wanqing’s cold hands. “Go to bed to sleep.”

Lin Wanqing woke up groggily. She smelled the familiar scent and plunged into Yan Qiu’s neck to cuddle, regardless of anything else. “I was bullied outside today. I really wanted to see Sister Qiuqiu.” Semi-awake, Lin Wanqing’s mind was fuzzy, and the grievances she had suppressed all day poured out. “Today, my draft was stolen, the staff wouldn’t give me an explanation, and they stained the sample I worked so hard on yesterday.”

The girl’s complaint was heartbreaking. Lin Wanqing sniffled, wiping all her tears onto Yan Qiu’s clothes.

“Wang Xiaoshai cursed me for using my looks to seduce you and called me despicable.” Lin Wanqing fought back the discomfort and kissed Yan Qiu’s cheek.

The girl whined, “But I already gave you my first time. My body should belong to Sister Qiuqiu, so this is not despicable.”

Yan Qiu’s fingers tightened. “Be good. Don’t worry about that Wang family girl. She won’t be jumping around for much longer.”

Lin Wanqing whimpered and snuggled even closer in Yan Qiu’s arms.

Yan Qiu stroked the little rabbit’s back. “I gave you my first time too. You took my innocence, Tiantian, you need to be responsible for me.”

She recalled the time Lin Wanqing pressed her into the bathtub and behaved wildly.

Looking at Lin Wanqing’s shimmering gaze in her arms, Yan Qiu added, “But before you get me next time, Tiantian needs to practice her technique well.”

She placed the sleepy, bewildered Lin Wanqing on the bed, leaned over her, and whispered, “In ancient times, they said a woman’s first time should have luohong (a stain of blood), but now, it just means rough actions. My actions were very gentle and didn’t make Tiantian suffer or bleed.”

Yan Qiu, who was always cold and tough in the outside world, spoke softly to Lin Wanqing, a little aggrieved.

She tightly clutched a handkerchief stained with dark red in her hand. “But Tiantian made me have luohong.”

Lin Wanqing, in a daze, made a gurgling sound in her throat and hugged Yan Qiu even tighter.

“You clearly like someone else. Don’t lie to me.” Lin Wanqing spoke as if dreaming. “But even so, I still like you.”

Saving her from the sea of suffering, giving her respect and trust, Lin Wanqing cherished her.

Yan Qiu hugged the unconscious Lin Wanqing from behind, her hand tracing her thigh. It was soft and smooth, addictive to the touch.

Lin Wanqing had a night of beautiful, erotic dreams. When she woke up, her face was sweaty, and she was clutching a pillow between her legs.

The other side of the bed was already cold. Yan Qiu had left a long time ago.

She unconsciously rubbed against the pillow, making little kitten sounds in her throat.

She felt awful, unsatisfied.

She vaguely remembered sleeping on the sofa last night and being carried to bed by Yan Qiu.

She dreamt that Yan Qiu forcefully pinned her to the bed, holding her wrist to teach her how to do that thing.

She also complained that her technique was too poor and made her hurt…

Lin Wanqing’s face was flushed with embarrassment… She vaguely felt a sticky, slimy sensation on her fingers.

She got out of bed with a headache. Yu Fei knocked on the door and poked her head in. “Miss Lin, it’s getting late.”

It’s already noon. Tsk, tsk, tsk, that’s scandalous~

Lin Wanqing saw an emotion in the secretary’s eyes that she couldn’t ask about in detail.

Leaning up on the bed, Lin Wanqing’s hand suddenly touched a smooth, soft white handkerchief.

Lin Wanqing: What is this?

She unfolded the handkerchief with both hands.

It had spots of dark red… paint??

Yu Fei’s pupils dilated, and she quickly turned her back. “I’ll wait for Miss Lin downstairs.”

Lin Wanqing: “…”

“Wait a minute, do you recognize this thing?”

Lin Wanqing called her back. “Why are you running so fast? Is this Yan Qiu’s?”

Yu Fei turned back trembling, lowering her head, not daring to look up. “Um, I think I know what it is, but I can’t say.”

Lin Wanqing had a headache. She folded the handkerchief and placed it under Yan Qiu’s pillow.

“Tell me. I won’t blame you.”

Yu Fei clicked her tongue, sympathizing with her boss’s broken body. “Miss Lin is truly lacking in understanding, sigh. This is so worrying~”

Lin Wanqing was lost in thought at the dining table. Just her luck, the butler turned on the television, and a currently popular historical drama was playing.

A scantily clad young woman sat on an elaborate bed, her expression shy, her eyes full of affection. In front of her was a cheerfully smiling middle-aged woman.

“Everyone outside says the more luohong a bride has on her wedding night, the more virtuous she is. Looking at Madam’s handkerchief, she must be a good wife.”

“Don’t, don’t say anymore… The official spoke sweetly yesterday, but he was completely merciless on my body. My bones feel like they’ve fallen apart.”

“Men are all like that. Just bear with it, Madam. Good days are ahead.”

Lin Wanqing: “…”

Yu Fei silently retreated from view.

Lin Wanqing numbly looked at the bloodstained handkerchief on the TV. “It looks like it hurts quite a bit, huh. Feudal dross is unacceptable.”

Yu Fei picked up the thread of conversation. “The boss bled so much. In ancient times, she would be considered a first-class virtuous person and would get a chastity archway after death.”

Lin Wanqing was on the verge of a breakdown. “You have the guts to say that in front of CEO Yan.”

She was preoccupied with the pleasure or the initial attempt that day, seeing her buried in her neck gasping, never considering that besides pleasure, there was this kind of pain.

Yu Fei: “I don’t have the guts.”

Lin Wanqing: Then you’re truly excellent.

Until Lin Wanqing entered the school, she was still in a daze, unable to recover.

She took Yan Qiu’s… innocence.

And made her hurt so much.

Yu Fei patted her shoulder. “Go compete. To be honest with Miss Lin, the boss won’t blame you even if you don’t get first place.”

Lin Wanqing looked at the rare sunny day outside. The wind, which carried a little warmth, was still biting cold on her skin. Her heart felt desolate.

Lin Wanqing touched her reddened eyes. “Sister Secretary, you study law. Does my behavior count as abuse of a disabled person?”

Yu Fei smiled brightly. “Those with severe circumstances are sentenced to three years in prison or less. Don’t worry, our boss won’t send you in. At most, she’ll use private torture in the basement.”

As soon as she spoke, she didn’t sound at all like a beacon of justice in law.

Yan Qiu: “Did you send Lin Wanqing to the competition?”

Yu Fei properly presented a cup of hot coffee to her boss. “Yes. After meeting the last batch of Wang Group people today, we should be done with this segment.”

Yan Qiu stopped flipping the documents, and her fingernail left an indentation on the white paper.

“She’s under too much pressure. Did she confide anything to you?”

Yu Fei’s eyes flickered. “Nothing, nothing…”

Last night, Yan Qiu maliciously placed the handkerchief by Lin Wanqing’s pillow. After Lin Wanqing fell asleep, she used her fingers…

Yan Qiu, usually cold, showed a faint blush on her face.

She didn’t dare to make much noise last night, afraid of disturbing the little rabbit’s sleep. Being silent and holding back her voice had its own unique charm.

Yan Qiu looked up at the secretary, her eyes dimming. “Tell me the truth. I won’t blame you.”

Yu Fei coughed twice. “Miss Lin asked how abuse of a disabled person is sentenced, sigh~ Miss Lin really lacks romance. How can what happen between her and the boss be considered abuse? This is clearly S… Ah, can I say that?”

Yu Fei’s “M” hadn’t been fully uttered before she clamped a hand over her mouth.

Yan Qiu checked the time, her expression faintly helpless. “The Wang Group people are coming soon. Let’s go to the conference room.”

Yu Fei looked at her watch. “There’s still half an hour until the meeting starts.”

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear you speak for the rest of the day.”

Lin Wanqing was organizing her freshly drawn drafts at the finals. Wang Xiaoshai kept looking up at her from a distance, her eyes very complicated.

The moment the competition ended, and Lin Wanqing stitched the last stitch, she looked up and met Wang Xiaoshai’s gaze directly.

“The trending topic is out. The internal recording of Wang Group has been exposed. Holy cow, they copied so many designers’ works.”

“Seriously, there are plenty of copycat designs in the country, but for Wang Group to copy and still charge so much, selling it at such a high price, they really treat people like leeks.”

“All three perfumes they released are identical to Soul’s. Do they really think they can bully a small brand just because no one likes them? They’re shameless.”

“Is there a possibility that Soul isn’t a small brand anymore? Industry insiders reveal that Huiyan has recently invested several rounds.”

“Ugh, Wang Xiaoshai seems to be from the Wang family, and the Wang family is also a sponsor of this competition.”

Lin Wanqing heard the noisy voices in the audience. She submitted her work within the time limit.

As she was leaving the venue, she had to pass through an empty corridor. Wang Xiaoshai scurried up behind her.

Lin Wanqing stopped, looking at her indifferently. “Do you need me for something?”

Wang Xiaoshai bit her lip. “My family’s company was slandered, and the stock price dropped. You did that, didn’t you!”

Lin Wanqing raised an eyebrow. “In business, it’s business. What does the interaction between businessmen have to do with me?”

Wang Xiaoshai blinked, nervously kicking the wall with her small leather shoe.

“I thought about it carefully. It’s not easy for you to marry Yan Qiu either.” Wang Xiaoshai lowered her head and mumbled, “Lin Wanqing, you are the prettiest person I’ve ever seen.”

Lin Wanqing felt a wave of nausea and took a step back.

Coincidentally, Yan Qiu’s wheelchair stopped at the end of the corridor. She was holding a cup of milk tea that Lin Wanqing liked.

Yan Qiu’s doting smile hadn’t even fully formed on her face when she heard Wang Xiaoshai say shyly,

“Come be my lover. I don’t mind that you insulted me before.”

“Besides, you kept looking up at me during the competition today. You must be interested in me, too, right? I knew you wouldn’t be loyal to Yan Qiu. I’ve seen too many women like you who marry into wealthy families—each one is promiscuous and cunning.”

Lin Wanqing felt a chill: “.”

She was looking at Wang Xiaoshai because Wang Xiaoshai kept looking at her!

Wang Xiaoshai blushed. “Your insults are quite pleasant to hear. I like you very much.”

Yan Qiu: “…”

What kind of trash dares to cling to my wife.