Married The Crybaby Childhood Crush First, Then Fell in Love - Chapter 48.2

The person who was scolded didn’t even dare to look up. The news they had received was that Yan Qiu was critically ill, with a high fever, close to death. They had no idea Yan Qiu was perfectly fine now and even capable of eavesdropping on their conversation at the door.

In their hearts, they cursed the person who had leaked the news.

Yu Fei walked away, still scolding, and firmly closed the door, muttering softly, “Miss Lin and the boss have such a good relationship. Miss Lin doesn’t even mind the boss’s disabled legs. What kind of amazing Top is she?”

Bodyguard: “…”

Is this something an employee should be hearing?

Yu Fei patted the bodyguard’s strong shoulder. “You’re not needed inside. Go stand guard outside.”

The bodyguard, who didn’t understand a word the secretary was saying, turned and left, leaving the entire hospital suite to the couple.

Yan Qiu sat on the bed. Medical staff applied medication to her legs. An indwelling needle was left on the back of her hand, a frighteningly thick needle embedded in her vein; just looking at it could cause a pang of pain.

Lin Wanqing stood respectfully by the bedside. “I’m sorry…”

Yan Qiu opened her laptop to work, placing it on the blanket. She appeared to be looking at files, but her entire heart was drifting toward Lin Wanqing.

“It’s not your fault. You don’t need to apologize.”

Lin Wanqing shook her head, the entire rabbit looking wilted. “I was serious in front of those people. If Sister ever divorces me, I won’t take anything with me, nor will I stubbornly cling to Sister.”

The doctor, head down, treated the wound, wishing he were deaf.

Yan Qiu looked at the documents with a severe expression, as if the lines of text represented the hatred of a wife-killer or a daughter-snatcher.

“You really want to divorce me?”

“As long as Sister Qiuqiu suggests it, I won’t refuse. However…”

Yan Qiu immediately looked up. “However, what?”

Lin Wanqing suddenly recalled feeding freeze-dried treats to her cat; the cat would look up with the same delight and eagerness as Yan Qiu was now.

It’s kind of cute.

“However, I won’t propose divorce. The decision rests with you.”

The moment the words fell, even the doctor could feel the atmosphere in the room suddenly relax.

“Your wound is bandaged. I need to see other patients, so I’ll be going now.”

Yan Qiu smiled faintly and waved her hand. “Thank you for your hard work, Doctor. I’ll inform the head of the hospital to give you a bonus.”

The doctor’s smile was close to tears, hoping only that hearing the secrets of the wealthy wouldn’t lead to his demise.

Lin Wanqing grabbed the rabbit by the scruff of her neck, forcing Lin Wanqing to sit with her legs astride on the bed, her head buried in Yan Qiu’s chest.

Yan Qiu fiercely raised her chin, compelling the young woman to look at her. “Lin Wanqing, do you think I’m not good to you?”

Lin Wanqing felt a mix of shock and fear under her gaze; her rabbit fur bristled.

Her trilobate mouth twitched, and tiny whimpering sounds escaped her throat.

“Sister Qiuqiu is very good to me.”

Yan Qiu gritted her teeth. “What more are you dissatisfied with! You are my wife! How can you let people bully you outside!”

“But they weren’t wrong…”

Yan Qiu’s heart ached with anger. She watched as tears, like broken strings of pearls, splashed onto the bed from the young woman in her arms.

The burning hot tears splashed onto Yan Qiu’s hand, feeling as if they had dropped onto her heart.

Her young woman had nothing, and she had come to her side, full of anxiety, never knowing how important she was to Yan Qiu.

Yan Qiu sternly commanded, “Stop crying! If you cry again, I’ll throw you into the basement and forbid you from seeing anyone for the rest of your life.”

Lin Wanqing cried even harder.

“Sister Qiuqiu doesn’t have to be so good to me. I’ll get greedy and never be satisfied.”

Lin Wanqing choked. The hardships she had endured in this life turned into fierce tears. Her throat was full of stifled cries, unable to express how miserable these years had been.

She could only let the tears flow, allowing Yan Qiu to gently wipe them away.

The only person in the world who cared for her was someone she had acquired through selling herself.

This was a great irony for others, but Lin Wanqing treasured it.

The door creaked open suddenly. A relative who hadn’t left yet shamefully returned, hoping to apologize to Yan Qiu.

The instant the door opened, Lin Wanqing sensed the gaze and immediately pinned Yan Qiu against the headboard, kissing and biting her—

Yan Qiu didn’t have time to react; her tongue and lips were bitten.

She was weak and lacked strength. Lin Wanqing pressed down on her shoulders, pushing her against the headboard, their long hair tangled together.

The kiss, put on for others, was charged with Lin Wanqing’s intense emotion. Her tongue swept over Yan Qiu’s tongue and the inside of her mouth.

All the grievances were released, turning the kiss bloody.

The woman at the door saw Lin Wanqing and Yan Qiu embracing and kissing, hearing the wet, smacking sounds, and nearly fell to the ground in shock.

“They, they were clearly…”

Yu Fei stood behind the distraught woman, smiling. “Clearly just a contract marriage, so why is their relationship so good?”

The secretary grabbed the back of the woman’s collar and dragged her out.

“Our boss has yearned for Miss Lin for many years. Now that she has successfully married her, of course, no amount of intimacy is too much.”

After throwing the person out, Yu Fei kindly closed the door for the couple.

Turning things upside down in a hospital. This is a bit much.

“Why did you suddenly kiss me?” Yan Qiu stroked her cheek, pulling her closer. “It’s fine if others misunderstand. It won’t hinder your divorce in the future.”

Lin Wanqing was breathless, her fingers tightly gripping Yan Qiu’s neck.

The noble black cat had no choice but to arch her neck, exposing her most vulnerable throat.

Lin Wanqing kissed her throat, her tongue grazing the area most in need of protection.

Yan Qiu wanted to push her away, but the pressure on her legs caused sharp waves of pain that sent shivers down her spine.

This was the first time her poor physical health had been so clearly disadvantaged.

“I’m waiting for Sister to propose divorce,” Lin Wanqing used the handkerchief to wipe the saliva from her throat and the corner of her mouth. “As long as Sister suggests it, I won’t object.”

Yan Qiu let out a low laugh. “My leg hurts. You’re pressing on it.”

Lin Wanqing applied gentle pressure to Yan Qiu’s injured leg. The pain indicated a possibility of recovery.

The pale beauty on the hospital bed had gold-rimmed glasses askew on her face. Her patient gown was rumpled and barely covering her.

Bite marks appeared on her throat and collarbone, a sign of being exploited.

She was increasingly delicate, frail, and beautiful, making others want to take advantage of her completely.

Yan Qiu, covering her aching leg, said, “I am old, weak, and disabled. You should take good care of me. Don’t say things that make me angry.”

Yan Qiu, who had always been proud and unwilling to admit her physical disability, willingly embraced the label “old, weak, and disabled.”

All for the sake of earning her lover’s sympathy.

Lin Wanqing pulled back her blanket, and just as Yan Qiu had kissed her knees last night, she kissed Yan Qiu’s joints.

The injured legs were healed by a light kiss.

The gentle, wind-like kiss instantly stopped the pain.

“The boss said her leg hurts again.” Yu Fei leaned against the door with her laptop. “Miss Lin, please put the perfume design aside. Saving someone is more important.”

Lin Wanqing twirled her pen at the study desk. The perfume blending had been delayed due to Yan Qiu’s situation. She was sketching the perfume bottle design and emailing the drafts to her benefactor.

The benefactor hadn’t replied to the email, but the money continued to flow into her account.

Lin Wanqing pinched the bridge of her nose. “The doctor said this morning that she was fine.”

Yu Fei insisted. “She’s in pain now.”

“Is it serious?”

Yu Fei considered. “Hmm, that depends on what you define as ‘serious’.”

Lin Wanqing closed her notebook. “I’m not a doctor. If her leg is serious, what can I do? Hit her with a stick to make President Yan numb with pain?”

“Perhaps the boss needs a comforting gesture full of love.”

Lin Wanqing closed her notebook. “Your boss and I have a contract marriage. Where is the love?”

Yu Fei ultimately failed to persuade Lin Wanqing to come to the hospital. She was rarely unsuccessful and stood dejectedly in front of her boss.

Yan Qiu squinted her eyes, basking in the sun by the hospital bed. Hearing the secretary’s footsteps, she pretended to look casually toward the door.

Her pale face held a feigned strong resolve, and her red-rimmed eyes looked exactly like someone suffering helplessly from illness.

Pitiful, utterly pitiful.

Unfortunately, this image of a tearful, sick beauty was not seen by Miss Rabbit.

“Why are you back alone? Where is Lin Wanqing?” Yan Qiu tried to squeeze eye drops into her eyes, her face a habitual cold and authoritarian blankness.

Yu Fei repeated, “I’m sorry, Boss. Miss Lin said she doesn’t love you that much, so she’s not coming.”

Yan Qiu: “…”

Yu Fei relayed Lin Wanqing’s exact words, especially the line, “I’m not a doctor. If her leg is serious, what can I do?”

She didn’t dare repeat the second half of the sentence.

Yan Qiu wiped away the slight redness around her eyes, which she had induced to look like pain, with makeup remover and tossed it into the trash can.

“Quack.”

Yu Fei: “…”

Lin Wanqing was writing furiously at her workstation, sending several designs for perfume bottles to her benefactor.

The benefactor emailed back: I really like Teacher Lin’s designs. I haven’t been checking my email frequently lately. I assume a family member or friend of yours has been in an accident, and I deeply regret this.

Lin Wanqing looked at the long paragraph in the email and fell into thought.

Could her benefactor really tell that someone close to her was hospitalized based on her recent email and submission frequency?

A moment later, the benefactor sent another email: Patients need company. Teacher Lin, you don’t have to send me the drafts so diligently. I imagine your family needs your company more.

Lin Wanqing: “…”

She felt that this benefactor was a little strange, but she had no proof.

At the hospital, Yan Qiu closed her notebook and softly hummed a tune to herself while looking in the mirror, slightly reddening her eyes.

The doctor next to her was completely numb. “Does your leg still hurt? I’ll modify your prescription. You should take care of your stomach for a while.”

The doctor at the private hospital was always gentle and considerate, making people feel at home.

Yan Qiu: “My leg doesn’t hurt. Please prescribe these medications first…”

She listed a few medications, then suddenly heard footsteps at the door.

The familiar footsteps immediately alerted Yan Qiu. She slipped her eyeliner brush into the drawer in one swift, seamless motion.

Lin Wanqing cautiously pushed the door open. “Sister Qiuqiu, I’ve come to see you.”

The sickly beautiful woman leaned weakly on the bed. The doctor watched as this distinguished patient suddenly became listless, looking like she didn’t have much time left.

Yan Qiu forced a faint, brave smile. “It’s nothing. It doesn’t hurt at all.”

This is not “doesn’t hurt.” This is clearly in agonizing pain, but she’s being stubborn and forcing herself to say it doesn’t hurt.

Lin Wanqing’s heart contracted sharply. She gave a reproving look to the secretary standing by the door.

Yan Qiu was in such a bad state. Why didn’t she tell her sooner?

Yu Fei: “…”

Doctor: “…Are you really in pain?”

Yan Qiu leaned against the young woman’s shoulder. “No pain. Not a bit of pain.”

Lin Wanqing saw that her eyes were almost red from crying. “You’re lying in bed. Why are you forcing yourself? Tell the doctor where it hurts.”

The doctor was about to speak but was forcefully pulled and dragged out by the secretary.

Don’t interrupt the young couple’s romance.

Yan Qiu said tenderly and affectionately, “It did hurt, but as soon as Tiantian arrived, the pain stopped.”

“My knee was hurting just now; I guess it’s an old ailment flaring up. If it’s not too much trouble, Tiantian, help me rub it. If it interrupts your plans, forget it.”

A kiss would be even better.