Married The Crybaby Childhood Crush First, Then Fell in Love - Chapter 52.2

The fangirl next to her screamed along with the music.

Yan Qiu: “…”

She didn’t really want to watch.

The cloud floating above her head seemed a little green [a Chinese idiom meaning jealous/cuckolded].

“Wow, wow, wow, the leader’s gaze at Lin Wanqing is so complicated, like she wants to devour her!”

Yan Qiu: “…”

“I knew they were a real couple! When they changed formation just now, the leader didn’t tap anyone else, but specifically tapped Lin Wanqing’s shoulder. This newcomer has skills!”

Yan Qiu gripped the metal railing of her wheelchair, “I saw it. You don’t need to remind me.”

As the music reached a climax, the fangirl beside her cried with excitement, violently shaking Yan Qiu’s shoulder.

The movement was enough to scramble her brains.

“Ah ah ah ah, I came to listen to music, not to ship a couple! Why are they so sweet!!”

The private security consultant next to her saw this and his pupils trembled. He quickly shielded the boss.

Yan Qiu peeled the fangirl off her, “Stop shaking. I don’t ship couples. Go ship something good.”

The performance ended as evening fell, and Yan Qiu silently left the crowd.

The security consultant helped the boss into the car, “Are your… honorable ears ringing?”

He was worried something might be wrong with the boss.

What was more unbearable than ringing ears was the stinging pain in her heart.

“…It’s nothing. Young people can’t tell couples apart. Why should I care?”

Yan Qiu was distracted after returning home. The butler handed her a bowl of hot bird’s nest congee.

“Your clothes are wrinkled. I’ll iron them for you.”

The cashmere coat she was wearing had been wrinkled by the fangirl next to her, and she looked dispirited, as if she had been through an ordeal.

The butler dared not ask or look.

She declined the butler’s concern and sat alone on the sofa, opening an online forum.

Just casually shipping Lin Wanqing and Wen Baifeng’s CP. Newcomer x Leader is too sweet

Am I the only one who knows that Lin Wanqing and the Student Union President are also sweet? The President even sent Lin Wanqing flowers in her sophomore year! Lin Wanqing was never given a hard time when she went to the Student Union!

I wish I had a Student Union President friend too QAQ It helps to expand your network and get benefits

You guys can ship anything scared! Following this line of thought, Lin Wanqing and the professor are also sweet no

Yan Qiu scrolled through the forum briefly and found that Lin Wanqing’s CP combinations were varied and numerous, with over a dozen possible pairings.

She looked up, and the light above her head seemed even greener.

She rolled her wheelchair into the bedroom. Lin Wanqing had been organizing her things recently, and her suitcase was open.

A small USB drive lay conspicuously on the carpet.

Yan Qiu looked at the little rabbit charm on the USB drive, and an inexplicable panic began in her heart.

Yan Qiu had seen the same USB drive on an amplifier backstage after the performance.

It was Wen Baifeng’s private property. They had matching ones.

The cloud above her head was getting even greener.

“Is it courseware? A thesis?” Yan Qiu plugged the USB drive into the computer. She had no intention of prying into Lin Wanqing’s privacy, but…

Yan Qiu muttered an apology to herself. Driven by jealousy, she controlled the mouse and clicked on the USB drive.

By the time Lin Wanqing returned home, the moon was high in the sky, and she carried a slight scent of alcohol from the party.

The butler said, “CEO Yan has gone to the bedroom to rest. Does Madam need some hangover soup?”

Lin Wanqing, holding her bass, smiled brightly, “No hangover soup needed. I’m not drunk.”

She had only had a little wine, feeling slightly tipsy and invigorated.

She had seen Yan Qiu in the audience during the performance!

Even though she was sitting far off to the side, Yan Qiu was watching her!

Her wife said she wasn’t interested in her bass practice, but she would secretly go and watch.

The band had received a considerable donation.

Yan Qiu was truly a good person.

Her older sister, who seemed cold, was actually very gentle.

Lin Wanqing carried a bouquet of bright sunflowers and knocked on the bedroom door. Yan Qiu was leaning against the bed, resting with her eyes closed.

“You’re back.”

Her tone was quite resentful. She patted the other half of the bed heavily.

“Sister Qiu,” Lin Wanqing held the flowers out to Yan Qiu. “My fans gave them to me. I picked the most beautiful bouquet for you, Sis.”

Yan Qiu, sitting on the bed, looked frail. She wasn’t wearing her gold-rimmed glasses, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her cheeks.

She exuded an air of coldness and fragility, with a slight redness at the corners of her eyes.

She didn’t rush to take the flowers from Lin Wanqing, her fingers unconsciously gripping the bedsheet beneath her.

Lin Wanqing took off her coat and sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Yan Qiu’s shoulder.

The little rabbit, exhausted from the day, rubbed against her, drawing in the familiar scent.

Yan Qiu finally sighed and took the flowers, “So many people like sweet people.”

Lin Wanqing tilted her head, “Sister Qiu, right now… I don’t know if I should say this or not.”

She hesitated, looking as if she had more to say.

“Just say it.”

Was she going to explain her relationship with Wen Baifeng, or confess the overly intimate relationship between Lin Wanqing and her professor, or that her relationship with Lan Xiaoxiao was more than just roommates?

Whatever Lin Wanqing said, Yan Qiu would believe it.

Lin Wanqing mused for a moment, then, under the influence of alcohol, spoke boldly:

“Sister Qiu, you look a bit like a neglected wealthy wife from a TV drama, abandoned at home by her husband, helpless and counting the bricks on the wall to pass the days.”

Yan Qiu, the ‘neglected wealthy wife,’ forcefully pressed Lin Wanqing down onto the bed. The latter was startled, her eyes wide with innocence.

“…You told me to say it.”

Yan Qiu’s heart was filled with bitterness. Seeing Lin Wanqing with Wen Baifeng, how was that any different from a wealthy wife seeing her husband flirting with a young mistress outside?

Lin Wanqing, who was pinned to the bed, unconsciously rubbed her cheek against Yan Qiu’s hand.

Taking advantage of Yan Qiu’s limited mobility, her fingers traced up Yan Qiu’s leg, touching her butt.

She patted it once.

“Seeing Sister Qiu in the front row watching me play bass made me feel so honored.” Lin Wanqing pinched her butt, her beautiful eyes glistening with moisture. “It feels so good to be anticipated.”

The young woman, oblivious to Yan Qiu’s emotions, murmured her innocent affection.

Yan Qiu couldn’t bear to interrupt.

Wearing a crop top and a mini skirt, Lin Wanqing lifted her arm, revealing a tight-fitting waist chain.

The metal chain swung around her overly slender waist. She took Yan Qiu’s hand and rubbed it against her small face.

Lin Wanqing stammered, “When I saw Sister, my legs went weak on stage.”

Yan Qiu held down her hands, which were trying to pleasure herself, and picked up a USB drive from under the pillow, tossing it in front of her.

Lin Wanqing hugged her and, upon seeing the USB drive, looked at Yan Qiu in disbelief.

“Sister Qiu?”

Yan Qiu’s embrace was as gentle as ever, “Inside are a list of gifts from your school sisters and juniors, group photos, ambiguous text messages, Wen Baifeng asking you out thirty-six times, Xie Shanshan suggesting you be her girlfriend for a week to help you apply for a scholarship, and your junior inviting you for a drink…”

Yan Qiu demanded, “What exactly have you been doing all these years?!”

Lin Wanqing stared quietly at the USB drive, the heat in her body completely extinguished.

She gripped her overly short skirt hem, looking at Yan Qiu without a word, a flush of arousal still visible at the corners of her eyes.

“I know they like me.”

Lin Wanqing was suddenly pressed into the pillow. She had always been afraid of Yan Qiu’s anger, and her eyes dared not meet hers.

“But I never agreed to any of them. I never dated them once.”

Lin Wanqing admitted that she wasn’t a good person. Whether it was during the most difficult phase of her startup, applying for scholarships, or high school poverty grants, or finding a part-time job that wouldn’t interfere with her studies, she needed the help of others.

Yan Qiu pressed her shoulder, “Lin Wanqing, what were you… after?”

“I had no choice. If this appearance could make my life a little easier, even just a tiny bit, it would be a good thing.”

The young woman, thrown onto the bed, used the back of her hand to wipe away the tears rolling down.

She was despicable.

Her mother had always called her despicable since she was a child.

She was like a wild flower growing out of a patch of mud, gazing up at Yan Qiu floating in the clouds.

Lin Wanqing’s slender body curled up in Yan Qiu’s arms.

Her body felt muddy, and her nostrils were filled with the faint scent of sunflowers.

Lin Wanqing kissed Yan Qiu’s lips in a daze, “You just need to know that I will always be a qualified wife, and I have never fallen for anyone but you.”

The kiss carried the metallic taste of blood.

Yan Qiu didn’t use words to respond to the kiss, “It’s late. Rest now.”

Lin Wanqing clung to her hand, “No. The night is still long.”

Lin Wanqing, now intimately familiar with desire, wanted more physical rewards to compensate for her emotional emptiness.

It wasn’t until almost dawn that Lin Wanqing was cleaned up and placed on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

The little rabbit, with her ears drooping, sought out Yan Qiu’s warmth and nestled into her arms.

She was having a nightmare, her brows tightly furrowed.

Having drunk alcohol, her consciousness was already hazy. Being mercilessly indulged by Yan Qiu further blurred the lines between reality and dreams.

“I’ll pay back the loan tomorrow. Don’t rush me…”

Lin Wanqing muttered in her sleep, her fingers grasping Yan Qiu’s cuff like a final lifeline.

Yan Qiu paused, “Loan?”

Lin Wanqing didn’t know what she was dreaming about, answering vaguely, “Startup… bank loan. Tomorrow… I’ll pay it back when I get the scholarship…”

The entire dream was fragmented and terrifying. Yan Qiu stroked her trembling back, her palm covered in Lin Wanqing’s cold sweat.

“Mom, please give me some money. I’m the only one in the class who hasn’t paid their tuition…”

Lin Wanqing, who was completely exhausted, couldn’t wake from her nightmare, letting out painful whimpers on the bed.

Alcohol made her thinking cloudy, and her consciousness was half-awake.

“Help me find a tutor with a high price… thank you.”

Yan Qiu asked softly, “What?”

In her nightmare, Lin Wanqing’s body was curled up in a defensive posture, clutching the blanket tightly, her breath hot and rapid.

Her body was sinking into a vortex woven of darkness.

“Sorry, I’m not suitable for dating…”

Lin Wanqing’s voice became softer and softer. Yan Qiu leaned in to listen to her words.

She used a wet wipe to gently dab the sweat from Lin Wanqing’s forehead.

Lin Wanqing’s lips moved slightly. She smelled the familiar scent of bitter orange blossom, and her dream gradually became peaceful.

“Qiuqiu…”

Yan Qiu sighed with a soft heart, “I’m here.”

Lin Wanqing nestled into her arms like a weary bird returning to its nest, “Believe me… I’ve only ever fallen for you.”