Married The Crybaby Childhood Crush First, Then Fell in Love - Chapter 51.1

After Yan Qiu was discharged from the hospital, a beautiful young nurse attended to her daily.

The nurse’s skirt was slit all the way up to her thigh, and white stockings encased her fair, delicate skin.

She wore white high-heeled pumps, with slender straps fastened securely around her ankles, accentuating the already delicate curve of her feet.

Unfortunately, the young nurse had a gentle nature and was often bullied by patients.

Yan Qiu leaned back on the sofa and used her cool, dark wood cane to hook Lin Wanqing’s leg.

“Your hospital’s benefits are truly awful. How can you let such a beautiful nurse wear torn stockings?”

Lin Wanqing completely regretted coming here, whimpering and trying to escape, but she took half a step back and was stopped by the edge of the coffee table.

“Sister Qiuqiu, stop teasing me…”

Yan Qiu glanced at her indifferently, displeased. “What regulation permits a nurse to address a patient as ‘sister’?”

“Ugh…”

Not only were her white stockings torn, but her nurse’s cap was gone, and her hair was messily scattered down her back.

This hardly looked like a proper nurse.

Yan Qiu said, “It’s time to take your medicine.”

Lin Wanqing scrambled to turn around and prepare the medicine, the back of her skirt also ripped.

The lazy black cat leaned back on the sofa, her fingers gently stroking the hard, exquisite cane.

She seemed only to be caressing the wood, but the technique made Lin Wanqing blush intensely.

“As a nurse, you can’t even remember the patient’s medication time. Truly incompetent.”

Lin Wanqing was on the verge of tears, thinking, How can you be so immersed in the role, Big Boss?

A rabbit-ear headband was fixed on her head, the long ears swaying with every step.

She didn’t look like a nurse at all; she looked a bit like a bunny girl from a high-end casino.

The bitter medicine was brewed in a small white porcelain bowl. Lin Wanqing knelt on the floor, gently blowing on the spoonful of medicine to cool it to a suitable temperature.

Yan Qiu caressed her soft cheek, forcing the bunny-girl nurse to look up.

Lin Wanqing’s lower eyelids were red. “Mm—!”

A spoonful of medicine was fed into the nurse’s mouth.

It was so bitter!

Yan Qiu sighed helplessly, “A medicine this bitter, and you feed it to me one spoonful at a spoonful. Are you doing this on purpose, Tiantian?”

Lin Wanqing’s ears twitched. She watched nervously as Yan Qiu drank the rest of the hot medicinal liquid in one go.

The nurse’s leg was suddenly touched.

Yan Qiu felt the dampness on her palm. “Go take a shower, you’re filthy.”

“You said you had a ‘get-well gift’ for me, but you’ve ended up all messy and wet. I don’t want a bunny like this.”

Lin Wanqing:!

She was being called dirty again… but she really couldn’t control herself…

She stood up awkwardly, the foreign sensation distinctly obvious. She needed to quickly deal with it.

Her legs were so weak she could only wobble along while holding onto the coffee table.

Yan Qiu truly enjoyed bullying her…

Outside the door, Yu Fei stood facing the housekeeper. “There’s a meeting this afternoon. Is President Yan still busy?”

The housekeeper seemed lost in thought. “Busy, you say?”

Yu Fei quietly watched the empty elevator entrance from the reception room.

“Should I go upstairs and remind the boss?”

The aging housekeeper looked at her with a complex expression. “The boss and the Madam truly have a wonderful relationship.”

Yu Fei said, “This household would fall apart without me.”

The housekeeper: ?

Under the housekeeper’s hesitant gaze, Yu Fei walked up the stairs, knocked, and entered the boss’s study.

“Boss, there’s an afternoon meeting with the downstream suppliers. You—”

The study door hadn’t been closed properly. The second and third floors were private areas the housekeeper and the maids would not easily venture into.

Through the crack in the study door, Yu Fei saw the boss struggling to stand up from her wheelchair, bending down to pick up small pieces of debris from the floor.

What kind of debris required the boss to personally pick it up?

Oh, it turned out to be the remnants of a nurse’s uniform.

That certainly needed to be picked up personally.

And some silicone items covered in a watery sheen.

Yu Fei didn’t see clearly, and dared not to look closer.

“What are you doing, sneaking around by the door?” Yan Qiu sat back in her wheelchair, looking at her with ill-disguised displeasure. “If you have something to say, say it quickly.”

Yu Fei said, “The downstream supplier is coming to the group office for a meeting this afternoon. The meeting starts in half an hour.”

Driving there now would allow her to enter the conference room exactly fifteen minutes after the meeting started, perfectly maintaining the air of the big boss.

“I know.”

Yan Qiu tidied up the mess on the floor, slowly and meticulously cleaned each finger, and put on the long, black gloves Lin Wanqing had once made.

They were stolen—no, retrieved—by her trusted secretary from the school storage room.

The gloves, used repeatedly, were neatly ironed, and a dazzling pink diamond ring sparkled on her ring finger.

Before leaving, Yan Qiu pushed open the door and glanced at the bunny-girl who was wiping her hair on the bed.

Lin Wanqing watched her warily, bare-chested, and instantly hid her entire body under the covers.

So timid, yet so endearing.

Yan Qiu smiled faintly and said, “Rest well. I’m going out for a bit.”

Lin Wanqing wished she would leave immediately, pulling the quilt over her head and wrapping herself into a tight ball.

The girl, thoroughly bullied, didn’t trust a single word this person said.

Everything was swollen. After applying the medicine, it was sticky and had soiled the bedsheets.

She was a dirty bunny…

With a crisp click, the door closed, and Yan Qiu left the house, feeling exceptionally cheerful.

Lin Wanqing quietly poked her head out from under the covers. After confirming no one else was in the house, she nervously sat up on the bed.

Her laptop was in Yan Qiu’s study, and she needed to retrieve it.

Several colleagues from her perfume studio were working on new products. Lin Wanqing, enduring the soreness and fatigue, couldn’t rest easily.

She held the wall, clutching her bottom, with every step being an ordeal.

The study door wasn’t locked. It opened with a push.

The air was filled with a faint scent of lilies, mixed with the light fragrance of camellia, and a hint of the rich, seductive aroma of peony.

Her laptop was safely placed on a small side table.

The spacious study, without its owner, felt lonely and empty. A gust of wind blew through, making Lin Wanqing shiver.

“Did I not close the window properly?”

Lin Wanqing slowly moved to the window and found it completely sealed.

Where was the wind coming from?

The breeze stirred her hair. Lin Wanqing shifted her gaze to a wall behind Yan Qiu’s desk.

It was a wall of bookshelves. There was a long, thin seam at an inconspicuous wooden joint.

A secret room?

Lin Wanqing knew large luxury homes often had secret rooms only the owner knew about, where they might keep expensive assets, stocks, or…

A passage.

Lin Wanqing had once seen some design blueprints in class, which classmates jokingly called “The Happy Tunnel for Old Wang” (a common euphemism for a secret lover’s passage).

Lin Wanqing stood before the gap and gently pushed it with her finger, but it didn’t budge.

Her heart pounded thunderously.

A keypad popped out from behind a book.

Lin Wanqing felt scared and wanted to pretend she hadn’t seen anything, but after two seconds of hesitation, she succumbed to curiosity.

She wanted to know more of Yan Qiu’s secrets, to understand her.

She tried entering Yan Qiu’s birthday. The password was incorrect.

She knew Yan Qiu’s computer startup password. She tried that, and it also showed an incorrect password.

She had three chances in total, and two had already been used.

If the third attempt was incorrect, Yan Qiu’s phone would be automatically contacted, indicating a forced entry attempt.

Lin Wanqing faced the last chance to enter the password. Against her better judgment, she entered her own birthday.

After entering it, she found it ridiculous herself. How could a mere contractual marriage partner, with no foundation of emotion, be used as a password?

The door creaked open.

Lin Wanqing’s heart sank halfway. Yan Qiu was in a high position, and men and women wanting to cling to her were as numerous as fish crossing a river.

All Yan Qiu had to do was beckon, and countless people would flock to her.

What did it matter if her legs were weak?

The thought of Yan Qiu smiling gently at someone else tore at Lin Wanqing’s heart.

If Yan Qiu also wrapped her arms around someone else’s neck for intimacy, kissing them gently and languidly…

Lin Wanqing couldn’t accept that the person she had just shared a bed with had someone else in her heart.

The cautious girl felt a retreat.

Maybe I should just pretend I didn’t find anything and close the door…

She was truly a coward and didn’t want to face the truth.

A dim light shone inside the secret room. A hidden window was slightly ajar, and a gentle breeze stirred a hanging handkerchief.

Lin Wanqing: “????!”

The melancholy and heartbreak she had just felt vanished completely.

That handkerchief was her old school project!

The entire silk fabric was torn and chewed, but the embroidered rabbit holding the moon in the corner remained completely untouched.

Lin Wanqing was utterly stunned.

In the small secret room, one entire wall was dedicated to various clothing samples.

All of them were Lin Wanqing’s assignments from class, even the mannequin in the corner was the one Lin Wanqing had poked and damaged with straight pins in class.

Another shelf held the wrappers of Lin Wanqing’s used band-aids, hemostatic spray, and gauze with small traces of blood.

Half a pack of napkins, and the flyers she handed out during her part-time job as a freshman.

The glasses she lost during swimming class.

Under half a tube of lipstick, Lin Wanqing found a small note: “Tiantian looks beautiful the first time she wears lipstick.”

Lin Wanqing: “…”

The pervert who stole underwear at school was just for laughs. If you want to see a real pervert, it has to be you.

The small secret room was filled with things Lin Wanqing had once used.

Lin Wanqing dazedly opened the diary on the desk by the window.

Yan Qiu probably never thought anyone would come here. The book wasn’t locked. When she opened it casually, the handwriting was neat and meticulous.

A stranger would assume it contained serious business secrets.

The first page of the diary had an unreadable year.

January 6th

The bunny-girl wore a peach-colored dress. The color was a bit tacky, but it made her skin look very fair, like a small peach dusted with snow in winter.

Want to kiss her.