Married The Crybaby Childhood Crush First, Then Fell in Love - Chapter 47.1

Lin Wanqing suddenly heard a familiar voice sound from behind her.

Yan Qiu said, “Why did you stop talking?”

Lin Wanqing: “…”

Yan Qiu: “What happened to Yan Qiu, hmm?”

Around them was the bustling pool party. Half of Lin Wanqing’s body was still submerged in the pool. Chang Qingshu, who was standing beside her, looked as if she had seen a ghost, staring at the beautiful woman in the wheelchair behind them.

Her overly striking face, amplified by the multi-colored lights, added a ghostly touch that made people shudder.

Lin Wanqing’s scalp felt numb, and she forced herself to speak, feeling like a little rabbit grabbed by the scruff of its neck.

“Nothing. Sister Qiuqiu is very well, and I am willing to continue taking care of her.”

Chang Qingshu looked at Lin Wanqing with disappointment, wishing she could be more assertive.

How could such a beautiful teacher stay with a wealthy, disabled person?

She was probably being bullied somehow.

Lin Wanqing looked at Chang Qingshu with a resentful gaze: I am willing to be bullied.

Chang Qingshu: ?

I didn’t expect you to be this kind of teacher.

Lin Wanqing noticed the small model next to her looked terrified, like she had seen a ghost, and she obediently followed behind Yan Qiu.

It felt exactly like skipping class to go to an internet cafe, only to be caught by the head teacher and forced to write a public self-criticism at the school gate.

Lin Wanqing was ushered into a hotel suite. Yan Qiu had long-term rental agreements in hotels all over the country, and the room was spotlessly clean.

Lin Wanqing wrapped a blanket around herself and then draped a thick coat of Yan Qiu’s over her shoulders.

In the not-so-cold S City, her attire made passersby frequently glance at her.

Lin Wanqing was on the verge of tears: “I’m sorry, Elder Sister.”

“Sorry? Why are you apologizing to me?”

Lin Wanqing looked defeated. “I shouldn’t have gone to the pool party.”

Yan Qiu sat in a high-backed chair, her fingers lightly tapping the tabletop, making a tap-tap-tap sound.

The hotel suite was extremely quiet, completely shielded from the noise of the city outside.

Several bottles of painkillers and stomach medicine were placed on the table.

Yan Qiu lightly snorted, offering no other comment.

The pitiful, repentant “good student” lowered her head and said, “I shouldn’t have been away on business for so long.”

“Teacher Lin is famous now, with cooperation invitations pouring in. What does a disabled old woman like me count for?”

Lin Wanqing’s eyes were red, and she carefully grasped Yan Qiu’s little finger.

Wiping away tears miserably, she said, “Elder Sister is not old. I like Elder Sister very much.”

Pale words could not cover the guilt of not answering Yan Qiu’s calls and leaving her alone in an empty house. Lin Wanqing undid her coat and, still in her swimsuit, straddled Yan Qiu.

Her beautiful pure black eyes glazed intently at Yan Qiu, and she bit the gold-rimmed glasses.

Her breath was like fragrant orchids.

She tossed the expensive glasses onto her lips, her tongue tracing the cool, slender frame.

“I have genuinely been very busy recently. I beg Elder Sister to forgive me.”

Lin Wanqing felt wronged, too. She had been attending fashion shows and art exhibitions these past few days, with barely any time to look at her phone.

Yan Qiu was indifferent to her seduction.

The cunning Miss Rabbit already knew she could entice her with her body, and no matter what mistake she made, it could be dismissed.

Bad children cannot be indulged indefinitely.

Seeing Yan Qiu remain unmoved, Lin Wanqing’s lower eyelids turned red, and she continuously rubbed her cheek against Yan Qiu’s neck.

Throwing the glasses aside, she used her teeth to unbutton the front of Yan Qiu’s shirt.

After dealing with work matters, she now had to coax Yan Qiu, and Lin Wanqing was tormented into crying out in distress.

“What exactly is Chang Qingshu?”

“She… is a model who just entered the industry. She has the standard nine-head body proportion; a natural clothes hanger. She is very beautiful.”

Yan Qiu lifted her chin. Her eyes were like a cold, deep pool, calm and profound.

“See? As soon as Chang Qingshu is mentioned, words of praise just roll off your tongue. You really think you’ve found an extraordinary kindred spirit.”

Lin Wanqing was forced to look at her, her heart pounding in her throat.

I am not, I didn’t.

The room was filled with a scent of jealousy.

There was a very clear mirror directly above the bed, and Lin Wanqing was forced to look at herself in the mirror.

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, and a whimpering sob escaped her throat.

Yan Qiu hugged her from behind. “Lin Wanqing, you are my wife. You are not allowed to look at anyone else.”

She couldn’t even manage a proper sound while crying, and she tried to push Yan Qiu away in distress.

“It was just normal cooperation!”

Yan Qiu truly was as unreasonable as the rumors said!

“Well, I don’t care. You are my wife, and I don’t want to see your name on the front page of the entertainment section tomorrow.”

The poor girl, oppressed by power, was compelled to nod.

“Our Sweetie truly cannot be without a woman for a moment.”

“… QAQ”

The clean girl curled up at the edge of the bed, tightly wrapping herself in the thin blanket, turning into a cocoon. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her nose and lips were equally crimson.

“Don’t come near me… I’m sleepy. Goodnight. You are not allowed to touch me when I’m asleep.”

The girl was terrified of her, shrinking further toward the edge, almost falling off.

She looked utterly tormented, unable to rest even in her sleep.

Yan Qiu smiled faintly, swallowed a handful of painkillers, and lay down beside Lin Wanqing, pulling her into the middle of the bed.

Lin Wanqing let out two groans of resistance in her sleep.

The protest was ineffective, and the rabbit was hugged tightly.

Turning off the light, Yan Qiu kissed Lin Wanqing’s forehead.

It was devoid of any desire; she just wanted to be closer to her.

Lin Wanqing was surrounded by a blazing sun that illuminated the dark side of Yan Qiu’s heart. She wanted to get closer, just a little closer.

Lying beside Lin Wanqing, holding the white moonlight she had yearned for for many years, the emptiness in her heart was suddenly filled.

Her white moonlight did not hate her and was willing to cast her unique light upon her.

She was the beloved disciple of a deity.

As the night deepened, an unstoppable pain drilled its way out from her bones.

Yan Qiu, who had slowly drifted into light sleep, was suddenly awakened by the pain. A hoarse whimper escaped her throat.

S City was humid and muggy. Coupled with Yan Qiu’s running around these past few days and her low spirits, the pain in her legs was like a maggot in the bone, relentless every night.

Normally, painkillers could barely suppress it, but this time, even after taking double the usual dose, there was no reaction.

Her body had developed tolerance.

Yan Qiu tightly gripped the bedsheet, veins bulging on the back of her hands. Her temples throbbed with pain, and her lips were frighteningly pale.

Lin Wanqing was breathing lightly beside her, deep in sleep. Yan Qiu couldn’t bear to wake her, so she endured the pain, gritted her teeth, sat in the wheelchair, and went to the adjacent room to rest.

Lin Wanqing seemed to sense the absence of heat beside her, rolled over, and burrowed into the part of the quilt where Yan Qiu had slept.

When Lin Wanqing moved, Yan Qiu’s movements instantly froze. After confirming that the person hadn’t woken up, she slowly wheeled her chair away.

She was covered in a cold sweat, as if she had just emerged from cold water.

In the silent room next door, Yan Qiu struggled to lie down on the sofa, her body chilled.

She reached for the thermometer from the side of the wheelchair. “Thirty-nine point seven degrees Celsius.”

The pain in her legs, combined with the coldness of the fever, made Yan Qiu tightly wrap the blanket around herself, put some pills into her mouth, and gulp them down.

She did not want Lin Wanqing to see her in this pathetic state.

The white moonlight she loved, the deity who had saved her, deserved the most perfect believer.

“Sister Qiuqiu?”

In the middle of the night, Lin Wanqing woke up in a daze, the feeling of being tormented by Yan Qiu’s body was uncomfortable.

Especially there; even after cleaning up, there was still a sense of foreign object.

She fumbled on the bed but only touched empty space.

“Sister Qiuqiu?” Lin Wanqing immediately sat up. “She’s gone??”

The bed was empty. She quickly turned on the nightlight, illuminating the entire room. Even the wheelchair by the bed was gone.

Lin Wanqing panicked and quickly picked up her phone to call Yan Qiu.

No answer.

She called twice more, but still no answer.

Lin Wanqing couldn’t figure out where Yan Qiu could have gone in the middle of the night.

Had she not been tortured enough and gone out to find some fun?

She checked her phone; it was only two-thirty in the morning, the deepest part of the night. Outside, the sound of waves crashing against the shore echoed, and the stars in the sky reflected the shimmering waves.

Lin Wanqing, with her long hair disheveled and wearing slippers, opened the closed bedroom door.

The presidential suite was large, but it only had one bedroom.

Lin Wanqing opened the doors to the other rooms one by one, all of them empty.

Until the very last room, Lin Wanqing had almost given up hope, but she lightly pressed the doorknob.

The room was dark and didn’t seem to have anyone inside.

The metal wheelchair emitted a cold reflection. Lin Wanqing immediately turned on the light and saw Yan Qiu lying on the sofa wrapped in a blanket.

Her lips, overly red from the fever, were exhaling hot air.

Lin Wanqing’s sleepiness completely vanished, and she immediately ran to her.

Yan Qiu vaguely opened her eyes. “Lin Wanqing?”

“It’s me. I’ll call a doctor right away.”

Yan Qiu could only point to her dry, cracked lips, grabbing Lin Wanqing’s hand and refusing to let go.

The strength was not like that of a sick person.

Lin Wanqing touched her forehead with the back of her hand. “Ah, you’re so hot.”

Yan Qiu pointed to her lips again.

“Let go first, I’ll get you some water.”

Feverish and confused, Yan Qiu said, “No water.”

She pointed to her lips for the third time.

Not water, a kiss.

She was afraid Lin Wanqing would despise her for being unwell.

Seeing Yan Qiu only pointing for a long time, Lin Wanqing finally realized she wanted a kiss!

Lust confuses the mind, ah, lust confuses the mind.

She was burning up but still remembered to try and take advantage. You truly live up to your reputation, Yan Qiu.

Lin Wanqing didn’t dare to take advantage of the patient and gave her a quick, fleeting kiss, like a spring breeze passing over her lips.

Before she could even react, the kiss was over.

Yan Qiu: “…”

Lin Wanqing saw a hint of grievance in Yan Qiu’s eyes.

I know you’re wronged, but please don’t be wronged right now.

Yan Qiu’s voice was weak. She named a medicine. “Tell the front desk I need it, and have someone send it up Read novels on public account: Jiuju Tucun.”

Lin Wanqing picked up the internal phone, but no matter how she pressed the buttons, there was no response.

Since this room was booked, Yan Qiu hardly ever stayed in it for a year. It was hard for staff to notice damaged phones, so they weren’t replaced in time.

Lin Wanqing was sweating with anxiety. “I’ll go to the front desk to get it for you.”

Yan Qiu looked even more wronged lying on the bed.

She felt unwell and wanted Sweetie to stay by her side, but now she couldn’t even get a proper kiss.

Lin Wanqing, under Yan Qiu’s weak, resentful gaze, immediately rushed out of the room.

Yan Qiu: “…”