Chapter 39 Chapter 39 “Family members don’t need to avoid it.”

Pei Lanqing subconsciously grasped her wrist and looked down at her palm, which was covered in blood and it was hard to tell how many wounds there were.

Lin Qianyuan was still crying, tears streaming down her face.

Pei Lanqing wiped her tears with his sleeve. When he opened his mouth, he realized his throat was already hoarse. He slowed his voice and said to her in a negotiating tone, "Let me check your wound first, okay?"

Lin Qianyuan's eyelashes drooped, and the tears on his eyelashes hit the back of his hand, sliding along the cuffs to the wrist bone, burning and bitter.

She nodded and said with a choked voice, "Okay."

Pei Lanqing brought the person into the ward.

Still on the long sofa next to the coffee table, he found a clean towel, wet it with warm water, and carefully wiped her left hand. He finally confirmed that the only wound was on the tip of her index finger, a deep cut that required stitches.

Pei Lanqing raised his head.

Lin Qianyuan was looking at him, his eyes still red. He looked away, unable to bear the thought of looking any longer. He put down the wet towel in his hand and said, "I'm going to find a doctor."

Lin Qianyuan held him with his right hand, his eyes fixed on his face without blinking. "There's a pager at the head of the bed."

Pei Lanqing walked over and rang the bell, and couldn't help feeling a little self-deprecating. He seemed to be in an orderly manner, but in fact he was extremely flustered. He couldn't bear to see her cry, and he would be at a loss.

The nurse quickly pushed the door open and asked about the specific situation. After understanding the situation clearly, she contacted the surgeon on duty tonight.

While waiting, the cell phone in Pei Lanqing's pocket suddenly vibrated continuously. He took it out and saw that it was a call from Uncle Chen.

Uncle Chen looked towards Lin Qianyuan's ward. When he heard the call was connected, he immediately smiled and said, "Lan Qing, have you found your schoolbag?"

The person on the other end of the phone hummed, and Uncle Chen continued to smile in a friendly manner, "Are you coming downstairs now?"

He was too embarrassed to rush him, but he had been waiting downstairs for nearly twenty minutes. He racked his brains but couldn't figure out why it took this kid so long to get his schoolbag.

The ward was filled with silence. Without Pei Lanqing saying anything, Lin Qianyuan heard Uncle Chen's words clearly.

Her gaze no longer fell on Pei Lanqing's face, but turned to the injured hand. She spoke lightly, sounding not very concerned, "Are you going back?"

Hmm? Who's talking?

Uncle Chen covered the receiver and suddenly looked towards the back seat. It was completely empty. He breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his hand, and heard another voice: "Then you can go."

That familiar, moody tone.

Miss Lin? Uncle Chen belatedly held his breath and pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

In the ward.

For some reason, Lin Qianyuan's wound began to bleed, and Pei Lanqing frowned, "Don't go back for now."

He covered the bleeding area with a clean towel and raised her hand slightly above her heart to help stop the bleeding.

"Oh," Lin Qianyuan replied calmly, leaning over and relaying to the phone on the coffee table, "He said he's not going back."

Uncle Chen thought about the half-salary increase he had received last month and didn't have the courage to correct Lin Qianyuan for missing the word "temporarily". He apologized to Pei Lanqing in his heart and continued with trembling words, "Ms. Lin, I have something urgent to do at home. Can I leave work today?"

Lin Qianyuan didn't respond immediately. Instead, she raised her hand and poked Pei Lanqing. Her light-colored pupils were brighter and more transparent because she had just cried, and her eyes looked even purer. "He said that he had something urgent to do at home and needed to leave work."

Pei Lanqing threw himself into her hands, not caring about what they talked about. After listening to Lin Qianyuan's words, he picked up the phone and replied with deep apology: "I'm sorry for wasting your time. You don't have to wait for me."

Uncle Chen quickly shook his head, "No delay, no delay."

He spoke to him in such a tone, which made him feel even more uncomfortable. He blinked and blurted out, "Lan Qing, uncle is dead, you yourself..."

He wanted to remind him to be careful. Miss Lin's temper was unpredictable. When she was angry, she didn't need to use violence. Just looking at you, her eyes would be like a knife cutting into your heart, making you dare not look her in the eye.

Whoever wants to come can come. At the moment when Uncle Chen was hesitating, he heard Miss Lin questioning in the most ordinary tone, "Why haven't you hung up the phone yet?" It was not said to him but it was better than saying it to him. Uncle Chen immediately did as he was told.

Pei Lanqing couldn't help but put away the phone in confusion. Hadn't he finished speaking yet?

Lin Qianyuan didn't understand what was so confusing about this. She didn't like him dividing his attention between others, especially in front of her, so she lowered her eyes, restrained the ripples in her eyes, and whispered, "Teacher Pei, my hand hurts."

Pei Lanqing didn't suspect anything. He put away his phone and said softly, "The pain is normal. Once the sutures are done, it will slowly get better." After that, he took out a candy from his pocket and said, "Distract yourself."

Lin Qianyuan didn't reach out to take it. Instead, he raised his chin and said concisely, "I can't eat it."

Pei Lanqing tore open the candy wrapper without complaint. Just as he was about to pass the candy over, someone had already opened their mouth, waiting for him to feed them. His ears flushed as he lowered his head, trying to find her right hand.

Lin Qianyuan frowned, looking bitter and resentful, "Don't you want to give it to me?"

“…” He was speechless after her question, and he couldn’t find his right hand, so he could only feed the candy to her mouth.

Perhaps because of a guilty conscience, Pei Lanqing felt the breath on his hand was exceptionally warm, a touch damp, seeping into his skin. All that remained was a flustered panic, a sense of embarrassment. He quickly lowered his hand, clenched the candy wrapper, and quietly moved to the corner of the sofa.

Lin Qianyuan didn't notice his abnormality. She was savoring the candy. It tasted strawberry and was very sweet. With candy in her mouth, her words were inevitably sticky. "Why are you carrying candy with you again?"

The person sitting cramped on the side had a burning face and a buzzing head, and could not hear any sound from the outside world at all.

Pei Lanqing closed her eyes, reflecting on her actions. She didn't understand anything, so was he supposed to just pretend nothing was wrong? Knowing it was inappropriate, yet still indulging in it with such unexplained affection, was itself a violation of boundaries. Crossing boundaries was the same as making a mistake, and if it wasn't concealed well, the only option was to distance herself and cut losses in time.

The door of the ward was gently pushed open at this time.

Pei Lanqing raised his head and the doctor who came in smiled at him gently. He came to his senses and planned to go out and wait with a lot on his mind.

The corner of her sweatshirt was tightly grabbed by someone. Lin Qianyuan's eyes turned red again, filled with tears, and she looked pitiful. "Where are you going?"

As she spoke, Lin Qianyuan's grip became a little heavier. Before he could reply, she suddenly let go of his clothes, lowered her eyebrows and complained softly, "It hurts."

Lin Qianyuan used his left hand, so his white sweatshirt was stained with her blood.

Pei Lanqing sat back down with a frown on his face. His first reaction wasn't to focus on the clothes themselves, but to hold her hand. Seeing that her wound was bleeding again, he couldn't help but feel annoyed, angry that she didn't take it seriously.

The usually gentle and polite man suddenly frowned, his expression turned unhappy, and even his tone of voice turned cold, "Lin Qianyuan, don't you know that you can't use force with this hand?"

"Does it feel good to bleed?"

"Don't you feel any pain?"

"Even if something big happens right now, it won't be as important as your hand. Do you understand?"

Lin Qianyuan looked at him and blinked. The tears hanging on her eyelashes rolled down onto their clasped hands. She looked innocent and said, "Are you angry at me?"

“…”

Pei Lanqing withdrew his hand and looked away, his tone very uncomfortable, "No."

Lin Qianyuan nodded, still obsessed with the question, "You want to leave here?"

The doctor who was preparing suturing tools said at the right moment, "Family members don't need to avoid it."

She didn't know what the relationship between the two people in front of her was, but since they could stay together at this time, she must have no problem using the word "family members".

She came over with tools.

It was obviously a casual remark, so Pei Lanqing did not refute it and silently gave up his seat.

The skin of the fingertips is thin and has dense tactile nerve endings, so local anesthesia is required before suturing, otherwise the pain will be too intense.

Lin Qianyuan had a high tolerance for pain, but she was afraid of needles. Whenever the needle got close, she would unconsciously pull her hand back. While the doctor wasn't noticing, she steeled herself, froze her hand, turned her face away, and closed her eyes.

Pei Lanqing, standing beside her, suddenly asked, "Do you still remember what you chose for question three on that math test?"

"Question three?"

Lin Qianyuan frowned and thought for a long time, but she was only responsible for copying, so how could she remember it? So Lin Qianyuan randomly guessed an option, "C?"

"no."

The doctor pulled out the anesthetic needle and waited for the pain to be completely blocked.

Lin Qianyuan quickly gave another answer, "Then choose A?"

Pei Lanqing paused for a moment. Lin Qianyuan looked up at him, a smug look flickering between her brows. She tried her best to suppress the corners of her mouth and tried to be low-key. "My memory is pretty good, right?"

Pei Lanqing couldn't help but laugh. He didn't comment on this statement, but just shook his head slightly, "The answer is not A."

The doctor silently completed the debridement, picked up the needle holder, and prepared to suture.

Lin Qianyuan felt like the person next to her was playing a trick on her. She pouted and started to fool around in a huff. "Choose B?" When she didn't hear a reply, she obediently changed her words and said, "Could it be that the answer is D?"

The wound on her hand only required two or three stitches, and soon the doctor was finishing up, cutting the excess stitches with scissors.

Lin Qianyuan's mind was still on the answer to this question. She glanced at him lightly and said casually: "Teacher Pei, there are four options in total. The answer can't be E, right?"

She was fighting back, her words were harsh and merciless, and she deliberately dragged her tone, slowly and calmly choking him, "Or do you actually not remember what to choose for this question?"

Pei Lanqing lowered his eyes and smiled, a light smile, his whole person exuding a gentle and clean temperament, "Remember, choose AC for this question."

He looked at her and spoke slowly: "Didn't I tell you? I was asking the third multiple-choice question."

“…”

The atmosphere in the ward was very quiet and a little weird at this time. The doctor looked at them unconsciously, and his eyes turned from him to her. She took her things, quietly left and closed the door.

Lin Qianyuan said nothing, folded his hands in anger, and stared at him intently.

Pei Lanqing touched his nose weakly, coughed lightly, and stiffly changed the subject, "Aren't you tired?" He walked over, thought for a moment, and lowered his voice to ask, "Didn't you say you wanted to sleep?"

Lin Qianyuan turned to look at him after hearing that. They stared at each other in silence for a long time. She didn't hesitate any longer and said, "Then read to me."

Pei Lanqing seemed to have not expected her to be so easily coaxed. He paused for a moment, then came to his senses and checked the time. It was almost time for the dormitory to close, and it would be too late for him to rush back now. So he smiled at her and agreed, "Okay."

Lin Qianyuan returned to bed. Pei Lanqing put away the table on the bed and noticed the scratches on the table. He unconsciously looked at it a few more times.

Lin Qianyuan recognized it quickly and said, "I will compensate you."

Pei Lanqing withdrew his gaze without saying a word. He took the book she handed him and asked before opening it, "Is this the reason you got hurt?"

Lin Qianyuan covered himself with the quilt and said frankly, "No, it was because I was distracted."

Pei Lanqing didn't ask too many questions. He just smiled and gently warned, "Next time, don't get distracted when holding dangerous objects." He added, "It will hurt if you get hurt."

Lin Qianyuan was silent for a moment.

She thought he had misunderstood her. She was not crying because she was in pain, but because she was scared.

Because she is not normal, she is sick.

Lin Qianyuan suddenly sat up. She still felt that she couldn't live without intersecting with his life, so she wanted to tell him: "Pei Lanqing, do you remember I once told you that I have a stepmother?"

Seeing him nod, Lin Qianyuan continued, "My stepmother wants to be nice to me now." No, she corrected herself in time, "She wants to take me back to her side and have me act with her. The play she plays is about the deep love between mother and daughter, but in reality, she is a hypocritical actor. I am..."

Lin Qianyuan randomly picked out a word from his mind, "I am a swan."

"Yeah." Pei Lanqing listened to her quietly.

Lin Qianyuan didn't know what to say next. She spent a long time organizing her words and slowly said the most straightforward question to him, "Would you be willing to go to that kind of place?"

She was trying to find another way to alleviate her guilt, and she actually let him make the choice without knowing the truth.

Lin Qianyuan lowered her head, her hands clenching and unclenching on the quilt. She regretted it and was about to take it back. Just then, she heard the man who had been silent for a long time speak: "You don't need to ask me that."

He said: "I'm just your tutor."

Lin Qianyuan automatically translated his words in her mind. What he meant was: there was actually no difference between him and her aunt and driver. He would do whatever she said.

Lin Qianyuan suspected she was mistaken, but she held back her thoughts and didn't question them. She lay back down, initially closing her eyes and pretending to sleep, but then she fell asleep while listening. She didn't know when he left, and when she woke up she was alone.

Lin Qianyuan spent the whole day with a gloomy face. She finally waited until Liang Siyu finished his evening study. Before she could send a message, he bombarded her with a message, "Lin Qianyuan, I want to apply for after-sales service."

Lin Qianyuan didn't understand what he was going crazy about, so he calmed down and said, "Talk."

Liang Siyu called her and, with tears in his eyes, he complained to her, "My math teacher attacked me all day long."

"He asked me where I copied the answers? Did I go to his office and steal the sample test paper?"

"I said no, and the teacher looked at me and said, 'How could you write something like this at your level? Who can honestly say they copied their homework?' So I could only swallow my anger and not dare to refute a single word, letting him humiliate me."

After saying this, Liang Siyu sobbed twice in a formal manner.

Lin Qianyuan kindly suppressed his laughter and didn't make any noise to disturb them.

Liang Siyu hadn't finished complaining yet, and continued, "The teacher said he made the test difficult on purpose to test everyone's minds. There are only a few people who do well, and I am the only one who is excellent."

Lin Qianyuan couldn't hold it back any longer and chuckled.

Liang Siyu's deep voice came through the receiver, "I want to apply for after-sales service."

Lin Qianyuan had laughed enough and said, "No action will be taken."

Liang Siyu snorted coldly over there, and he knew it. Lin Qianyuan cleared his throat and said in a serious tone: "I have a question for you."

It was rare that she would ask him a question. Liang Siyu smiled happily and said, "Ask."

Lin Qianyuan briefly recounted the things she hadn't figured out last night. She repeated Pei Lanqing's two sentences verbatim. After she finished, she asked him, "What do you think?"

Liang Siyu pondered for a moment, and when he spoke again, his words were full of gloating, "Do you really not understand what he is thinking? Or do you just not want to believe that he thinks so?"

Lin Qianyuan didn't say anything.

Liang Siyu reminded her in a clear voice, "He's just your teacher. There's no need for you to worry about this or that."

"Have you asked your aunt the same question you asked him, worried about whether people would be willing to go to that kind of place?"

Liang Siyu knew she didn't, so he couldn't help but sigh, "As expected of a teacher, your words hit the nail on the head."

Lin Qianyuan's face immediately fell after hearing this, "I don't think of him as anyone else to me."

Liang Siyu felt that he had to tell a fact, "Have you forgotten? You like him."

"I don't like it."

Lin Qianyuan lost the desire to continue chatting with him and decisively hung up the phone. Before hanging up, she repeated to him again, "Seriously, I don't like him."

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The author has something to say: Actually, it is not

The couple is a bit scheming and uses all their tricks on each other (Cang Sang lights a cigarette)