Married The Crybaby Childhood Crush First, Then Fell in Love - Chapter 51.2

February 9th

Coming out of the company, I saw the bunny-girl handing out flyers at the entrance of the mall. I quietly walked past and took one.

The bunny-girl smiled and said thank you.

I secretly brushed her finger. It was so soft and lovely.

Want to kiss her.

March 21st

The weather is gradually warming up. Today, the bunny-girl was hanging her socks outside the high school dormitory.

Passing by, I saw a scummy guy from the boys’ dorm trying to steal a sock. I had my security consultant beat him up. It was quite satisfying.

I took the socks myself. The bunny-girl’s angry face when she couldn’t find her socks was adorable.

Want to do other things, but that would be illegal.

Lin Wanqing: “…”

She remembered that when she lived in the high school dorm, a boy who also lived there would often sneak into the girls’ dorm to steal things. She heard his family had connections, so he was only verbally disciplined when caught.

He knew he was wrong, but he would do it again next time.

He tormented the entire girls’ dormitory. Lin Wanqing had her clothes stolen several times and had to borrow others’ clothes because she didn’t have much money.

Since her white socks were stolen, that boarding student suddenly dropped out.

Rumor had it that his legs were broken and he still needed two crutches.

Lin Wanqing flipped through the diary, a warmth rising in her heart.

A little moved… how could that be!

Ugh, what a creepy nickname, “bunny-girl.” It gave her goosebumps.

The entire thick diary didn’t mention a single normal name, all of them replaced with “bunny-girl.”

Yan Qiu had excellent drawing skills, and at the end of each entry, she would draw a lifelike little rabbit.

Lin Wanqing flipped through the book, which was as heavy as a brick. It couldn’t even be called a “diary.”

It should be called a “Private Stalking Journal.”

Before marrying Yan Qiu, Lin Wanqing had never noticed any subtle traces of Yan Qiu’s presence in her life.

Lin Wanqing left the secret room expressionlessly and slammed the door shut.

Holding her laptop, she curled up on the bed, her emotions complicated.

The newly replaced pillowcases and duvet covers in the master suite were embroidered with small rabbits holding carrots.

Lin Wanqing: “…”

The rabbit covered its face.

Yan Qiu held a new perfume from Supo, with several of Lin Wanqing’s design drafts in front of her.

“Boss, Miss Lin is highly suitable for our design department,” the head of the department stood behind the secretary, eagerly looking at the boss. “Everyone is paying close attention to our mid-year grand show. We need to inject fresh blood.”

Yu Fei said, “She’s right.”

Yan Qiu leaned back in her soft chair, her cane tapping lightly on the floor.

“Lin Wanqing has other things to do. She doesn’t need to worry about these minor issues. Have all the company’s designers died?”

Facing the boss’s skepticism, the two women fell silent.

Yu Fei said, “Mainly… the company can provide an internship certificate.”

Yan Qiu: “…”

The department head immediately said, “Oh, yes, yes, yes. We are a major industry player. An internship certificate from us is very valuable.”

It wasn’t just Lin Wanqing’s work, but more importantly, she won first place in the competition, coupled with the halo of being Yan Qiu’s wife, she was a rising star in the industry.

Not to mention, Lin Wanqing’s perfume sales were quite good domestically. Domestic perfume truly lacked strong competitors.

Appointing the capable, even if they are relatives. Why was the boss still hesitating?

Yan Qiu said, “A student who hasn’t graduated from her fourth year, how much ability do you expect her to have?”

Yu Fei silently watched the boss.

Yan Qiu waved for them to leave first. “Let me consider this matter.”

The department head stood her ground. “Then I will personally contact Miss Lin. You cannot interfere with your wife’s future career plans.”

The Qing Dynasty is long gone. Why would she be a full-time housewife?

Yan Qiu: “…”

She arrived at the company at noon, and it was now seven in the evening.

Lin Wanqing hadn’t called once.

In the following days, when she returned home, Lin Wanqing was either sleeping or practicing bass with her club.

Lin Wanqing’s moments on social media showed photos of her practicing bass. Her long, soft hair was tied up in a high ponytail, revealing the slender curve of her neck.

She had a string of temporary tattoos on her collarbone.

A sweet and cool hot girl.

A hot girl was good, but a hot girl didn’t come home.

Yu Fei watched the boss’s spirits wane daily. “The design department is really short-staffed. How about…?”

A flash of displeasure crossed Yan Qiu’s eyes. “When will you get rid of that habit of stammering when you speak?”

Yu Fei said, “How about I tell Miss Lin that you said a college student knows nothing and is not fit to intern at the company?”

Yu Fei was heartbroken. Y University—how many people desperately tried to get in?

The devaluation of academic degrees was truly this cruel.

Yan Qiu scrolled through Lin Wanqing’s social media, where she was seen affectionately linking arms with the young, beautiful girls in her club.

Out every night.

The limited edition, signed bass Yan Qiu gave her had become the culprit for her daily revelry.

“Just do as you suggested. Don’t make her work overtime.”

The secretary gave an ‘OK’ gesture. “Do you need a part-time little secretary?”

Yan Qiu: “…Yes.”

“Tiantian, I’m home.”

Yan Qiu wheeled her chair to the sofa and saw Lin Wanqing lying there, her gaze fixed.

It was as if she hadn’t noticed her presence.

“I’m home,” Yan Qiu thought Lin Wanqing hadn’t heard, so she bent over and repeated, “I brought you the new cream puffs from the group’s campus.”

“Just put them on the coffee table. I’m not hungry.”

Yan Qiu leaned in closer. “Tired from playing outside?”

“Doing things I like doesn’t make me feel tired.”

Seeing Lin Wanqing look listless and completely ignoring her, Yan Qiu felt a touch of panic.

Her bunny-girl was always gentle and sweet. If she reached out her hand, the girl would immediately lean her head in for a rub.

The bunny hadn’t rubbed up against her in days.

Lin Wanqing glanced at Yan Qiu vaguely, with a complex emotion she couldn’t interpret, and turned to walk back into the bedroom.

Yan Qiu slowly formed a question mark in the air.

“What happened at home these past few days?” Yan Qiu called the housekeeper. “Did Lin Wanqing encounter any problems with her work or studies?”

The housekeeper shook his head. “The Madam’s mood has been excellent.”

Yan Qiu said, “She’s in a terrible mood when she sees me.”

“Then perhaps she doesn’t want to see you.”

Yan Qiu supported herself against the wall in the bathroom, slowly taking a shower. The warm water flowed over her body, the droplets running over her scarred legs.

To accommodate her physical condition, many grab bars had been added to the bathroom.

“Tiantian, my legs hurt. Help me dry my body.”

Lin Wanqing lay in bed, hearing the voice from the bathroom. “I’ll call the maid.”

The voice in the bathroom paused for two seconds. “No need… I’ll do it myself.”

Lin Wanqing lay in bed, complex emotions swirling as she looked at Yan Qiu’s pillow.

She couldn’t understand why a person of Yan Qiu’s status would secretly observe her since high school.

Are the standards for selecting a rich man’s fiancée so strict?

At that time, Yan Qiu’s parents hadn’t been in the car accident, and she could still stand.

Did her late in-laws know that Yan Qiu was a pervert in private?

Lin Wanqing only dared to speculate. The Lin family must have been completely unaware of this, otherwise, they wouldn’t have made things difficult for her, insulted her, refused to pay her tuition, and let her work in the back kitchen of a restaurant.

Perhaps that notebook wasn’t even written by Yan Qiu herself, but rather a so-called “love diary” compiled from collected information to show others.

She deserved to be rich.

She even had to pretend to be deeply affectionate for a contractual marriage.

But there was no need to call her “bunny-girl”…

It was uncomfortably sweet.

When Yan Qiu stumbled out of the bathroom, Lin Wanqing was already asleep, lying on her side in the bed.

She quietly hugged her beloved bunny-girl from behind, rubbing her forehead against the girl’s shoulder blade.

A cat rubbing its scent.

Lin Wanqing felt much better after sorting out her thoughts. Waking up from Yan Qiu’s rubbing, she groggily burrowed into her embrace. “I’ve been a bit tired lately…”

She offered this as an explanation for her emotional struggle towards Yan Qiu over the past few days.

Yan Qiu smiled and said she didn’t mind. “Would you like to intern at the group? I’ll arrange the best position for you.”

“I don’t want to go.”

“?”

Yan Qiu propped up her neck, pressing her fingers onto Lin Wanqing’s wrist and pulling her into an embrace.

“Why don’t you want to go? An internship offer from a top-tier domestic company is something many people pay money for.”

Lin Wanqing looked at her as if she were an idiot. “Is there a possibility that I can stamp my own internship certificate?”

Yan Qiu had clearly planned everything for her, but in the end…

“It’s getting late. Let’s sleep.”

Yan Qiu held her, slightly disappointed, hugging her tighter and tighter.

She wanted to spend every day with her bunny-girl.

Stripped of her student identity, Lin Wanqing was actually quite wealthy.

She had her own studio and didn’t need an internship offer to find a job.

In a place Yan Qiu didn’t know about, Lin Wanqing was growing freely and unrestrainedly.

The next day in the office.

“Where is Miss Lin, ah, no, forgive my poor choice of words,” Yu Fei brought a cup of coffee to the boss. “Why didn’t Secretary Lin come today?”

Yan Qiu said coldly, “She is busy.”

Yu Fei said, “This Secretary Lin is really something, late on her first day of work. That’s truly unacceptable. Her salary should definitely be docked~”

“Secretary Lin doesn’t care about that small salary.”

Yu Fei’s smile instantly softened. She had been hit hard by that comment.

Lin Wanqing’s personality was so gentle that it made her forget that Lin Wanqing was actually quite rich.

Yan Qiu pushed the coffee cup toward Yu Fei. “The temperature is wrong. I usually drink unsweetened iced Americano. You brought me a latte.”

Yu Fei picked up the coffee cup, worried. “I’m not Miss Lin. How could I know your preferences?”

“…Hm.”

The blinding sunlight streamed through the glass curtain wall. Yan Qiu leaned back in her soft armchair, squinting at the stock prices. Ten minutes passed, and Yu Fei hadn’t brought the unsweetened Americano.

Yan Qiu frowned in displeasure, glancing at the secretary’s office door.

Silent and empty.

Two minutes later, an iced Americano was placed on Yan Qiu’s desk with a clinking sound.

The crisp ice cubes rattled inside, and the rich coffee aroma invigorated Yan Qiu.

“Why did it take so long?”

“I’ve been a bit busy with work lately.”

Lin Wanqing’s familiar voice rang out by her ear. The melancholy black long-haired cat, sunbathing by the glass wall, immediately opened its eyes wide.

Lin Wanqing, in a secretary’s uniform, smiled awkwardly. The length of the fitted skirt was just five centimeters above her knee.

The gray stockings were not as frivolous as black ones, appearing very refined and dignified. She wore eight-centimeter red-soled high heels.

The lambskin sole was only suitable for scraping on carpets and human skin.

The glossy black patent leather reflected the dazzling office lights, drawing attention to Lin Wanqing’s slender and soft feet.

An employee badge hung around her neck.

“Didn’t you say you weren’t coming for an internship?” Yan Qiu took a sip of the iced Americano. The texture was just right, fully bringing out the coffee aroma. “My little temple isn’t big enough for a great Buddha like you.”

“I didn’t plan on being hired, but I feel Sister Qiuqiu needs me to accompany her.”

Lin Wanqing, in her pointed high heels, lifted her leg and sat on Yan Qiu’s desk.

This desk, which had seen countless contracts signed for astronomical prices, was easily supported by Lin Wanqing as she sat on it.

Sexiness triumphed over power.

Yan Qiu’s thoughts wavered with Lin Wanqing’s swaying legs.

A slight blush rose on both their faces.

Yan Qiu pretended to be calm, opening her file. “I’m not a three-year-old child. I don’t need someone to accompany me at work.”

Lin Wanqing smiled radiantly at her. “I am your contractual wife, and I have the obligation to accompany you, to let others mistakenly believe we are childhood sweethearts who fell in love young.”

Yan Qiu’s hand, holding the coffee, trembled, spilling a few drops onto her white shirt.

Lin Wanqing leaned over and blew a breath onto her reddened earlobe, trying to please her with all her courage.

“Today, I specifically chose stockings that are easy to tear. Sister Qiuqiu, do you want to test how thin these stockings are?”

I know you don’t love me.

Lin Wanqing was very much lacking in love. Merely a “love diary” was enough to move her heart.

Let’s just pretend we are truly childhood sweethearts who fell in love young and married sincerely.