Chapter 29: Why is there a new child on the anniversary of his death?

Su Yinuo's heart began to beat wildly. She lowered her head and looked at the smooth silk nightgown she was wearing. She felt that kissing him in this way was a bit dangerous. But she was too embarrassed to ask her to change clothes before trying again. However, she also didn't want to refuse the man who was waiting so expectantly at the door.

"Then, then," she said, tugging at her skirt awkwardly, "Only a kiss is allowed, no..."

"knew."

Before she could finish her words, the person in front of her rushed in, grabbed her waist, pulled her into his arms, turned around, closed the door, and pressed her against the door panel.

He bent down, brushed aside her long hair, and found her lips, seemingly hidden within them, before pressing an eager kiss to them. Deep within the kiss, he felt as if he had tasted a new sensation, a mixture of excitement and fascination. He grasped her delicate, hot cheek, deepening the kiss, melting away her reserve and reserve.

His large palm began to wander over her smooth back. The gap between their bodies due to the height difference made him feel very uncomfortable. He not only wanted to kiss her, but also wanted to hug her and have more and deeper contact with her.

Then, his palm slid down, and after a series of seductive ups and downs, it landed on her legs. Then he lifted her up with one hand and placed her on his waist.

Their lips parted at that moment, and Su Yinuo took a deep breath and let out a soft cry of surprise. Afraid of falling, she hugged Qin Cangye's neck, her slender white legs sticking out of her nightgown and tightly hooked around his waist.

He hugged her tightly, held the back of her head, and kissed her lips again.

He licked and sucked over and over again, stirring her small mouth over and over again, chasing and oppressing her soft tongue over and over again, and their bodies were pressed tightly together, never separating for a moment.

The thin silk pajamas seemed to have melted into her skin. He could feel her softness and warmth, and she could feel his tightness and heat.

He wanted to move, but his mind told him not to, because the only permission he had was kissing.

Su Yinuo had already been kissed into a daze. She hugged his head, and as their breaths intertwined, she felt as if her whole body was being invaded by his breath. She felt as if her bones and skin were about to melt in the strength he was holding her.

Deep kisses often felt suffocating. She had been passively accepting, and her inexperienced nature had no idea how to take the initiative, how to gain a moment's respite after gaining the upper hand. So, when the air in her mouth was almost drained, she clenched her body and trembled softly, as if in her last struggle.

This kind of trembling undoubtedly added fuel to his burning desire. He released her lips, put his hand under her pajamas, hugged her, turned around, strode to the bed, and threw himself on it.

Su Yinuo tilted her head back and took a deep breath. When she finally shook off the suffocating dizziness, she realized that some parts of their bodies were already tightly pressed together without any obstruction. She screamed, stepped back suddenly, and slapped Qin Cangye's face with a palm.

Bang!!

The crisp sound and the stinging pain on his face completely awakened Qin Cangye's mind. He stood on the bed, still kneeling, holding the small piece of white clothing in his hand, regretfully organizing the words of apology in his mind.

But Su Yinuo burst into tears first. She tucked her legs in and stepped back again, covering her face and crying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you. I said I could only kiss you."

"I'm sorry, Nuonuo, it's my fault. I should be the one to apologize!" Qin Cangye apologized hurriedly. When he wanted to go forward to comfort her, he saw Su Yinuo hiding back in fear again, and was already huddled pitifully at the head of the bed.

"Nuo Nuo, I'm a bastard, I'm sorry. I thought I had good self-control, but when it comes to you, I... I can't control myself at all. I'm sorry, don't be afraid of me, okay? I won't touch you anymore," he begged, moving closer.

"Then get out of here quickly," Su Yinuo wiped her tears with her hands. Through her fingers, she accidentally saw the terrifying thing that had just been against her. She quickly covered her eyes again and said anxiously, "Put on your clothes!"

"sorry......"

"Get out!"

"Okay, okay, don't be angry..."

Soon, Su Yinuo felt the bed shake, and then heard the door slam in a panic. The room fell completely silent. She took her hands away and pressed the hem of her skirt, her cheeks flushing.

After a while, she lowered her head and looked at her thin forearm, muttering, "Why is it so big? It's thicker than my arm, so scary..."

The next morning, as soon as Su Yinuo opened the door, she saw Qin Cangye standing at the door with a cautious look. His brows and eyes looked a little tired, as if he had not slept well all night.

"I'm sorry, Nuonuo, I went a little too far last night," Qin Cangye apologized as soon as he opened his mouth. He grabbed Su Yinuo's hand and said in a panic and stubborn voice, "Will you ignore me? You can't ignore me."

Her hand was a little painful from being gripped, and Su Yinuo could sense Qin Cangye's intense uneasiness from her slightly damp palm. She knew this uneasiness wasn't solely due to what happened last night, but must also be related to what he was about to face today. So, she took the initiative to step forward, hugged Qin Cangye, patted his back, and soothed him, "It's okay, it's okay."

Qin Cangye, who had been tossing and turning all night, was surprised to receive such a gentle hug in the morning. After a moment of hesitation, he hugged Su Yinuo tightly, his eyes red and his nose sore, calling her name over and over again: "Nunuo, Nuonuo..."

The memorial service for Qin Cangye's mother was held at noon at the Qingshan Hall in Chaoyang Mountain.

Su Yinuo, wearing a simple dark gray suit and holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, arrived at the guild hall early with Kong Wenxin. There were attendants to receive them at the door of the guild hall. After Kong Wenxin handed over the invitation, she took Su Yinuo's arm and walked into the guild hall.

Every year on this day, Qin Cangye would book the entire guild hall, so aside from those attending the memorial service, there were no other guests inside. The hall's decor was fresh and elegant, reminiscent of a garden. Su Yinuo walked along the stone path, gazing at the deserted pavilions, the mirror-like pond, and the trees, already withered and yellow in the winter, and felt a chill and forlorn feeling.

The memorial venue was set up in the auditorium of the guild hall. The layout of the auditorium was very simple, with only a few solid wood round tables. There were not even tablecloths on the tables. There were only some pre-meal fruit snacks and old teapots.

The most eye-catching thing in the auditorium is the portrait of Li Ruyin hanging in the center of the front wall.

As Su Yinuo entered the auditorium, her gaze was drawn to the portrait. Unlike the black-and-white photos of deceased people she'd seen before, it was a vibrant, retro color photograph. The woman in the photo was young, charming, and had a bright smile. The gentleness between her brows was identical to the way Qin Cangye looked at her. So Su Yinuo knew immediately that it was Qin Cangye's mother.

"Ruyin was very beautiful when she was young, right?" Kong Wenxin said in a low voice.

Su Yinuo nodded vigorously.

Kong Wenxin, holding Su Yinuo's arm, slowly walked towards Li Ruyin's portrait, her eyes gradually reddening. She placed the pure white chrysanthemums in her hand on the square table in front of the portrait and said in a voice that only she could hear, "Ruyin, don't worry. Cangye will be happy. He definitely will."

Su Yinuo also placed the chrysanthemum in her hand on it, looked up at Li Ruyin, and said in her heart: Auntie, I really want to travel back to the time when you were smiling so happily. That way I could tell you how dangerous the road ahead is, and I could try my best to stop you, so that you can avoid the knife point and walk on a life path full of flowers...

After the mourning, the two returned to the back and took their seats. Soon, the guests also arrived one after another. Occasionally, someone would come over to greet Kong Wenxin, curious about who the girl next to Kong Wenxin was. Kong Wenxin would smile back and whisper, "My niece."

When most people were seated, Su Yinuo discovered that Li Ruyin had very few relatives and friends. At her table, there were only herself, Kong Wenxin, and two elderly people in their sixties. Those two elegant-mannered elderly people were not Li Ruyin's parents, but Li Ruyin's university teachers.

The whispers of discussion in the meeting room came to an abrupt end as Qin Cangye and his companions walked in.

Even Su Yinuo sat up straight, looking anxiously at Qin Cangye, a man she rarely saw, whose expression was serious and extremely cold.

At this moment, Qin Cangye exuded a cold aura that kept people at a distance. Even the look in his eyes when he looked at everyone was gloomy and aloof. He was completely different from the pitiful Qin Cangye who looked like a lost big dog in the morning.

Seeing Qin Cangye like this, Su Yinuo couldn't help but hold her chest, feeling a little breathless. But when she shifted her gaze to the old man who walked slowly and calmly behind Qin Cangye, a chill quickly climbed up her spine, making her feel as if she had fallen into a dark ice cellar, enveloped by fear and coldness.

She didn't dare to look anymore, lowered her head and took a few deep breaths.

When she looked up again, she saw a well-mannered middle-aged man and a young man who looked about her age. She could guess that the scary old man must be Qin Cangye's grandfather, Qin Weishu, and the middle-aged man looked like Qin Cangye's father, but where was the very well-behaved young man?

"Why is there another child?" Kong Wenxin beside him also asked.

"Aunt Kong doesn't know him either?" Su Yinuo asked in a low voice.

Kong Wenxin frowned, shook his head and said, "I've never seen it before."

After everyone took their seats at the main table, Qin Cangye stood up and offered tea instead of wine to everyone, saying, "Welcome, elders, and friends, to the memorial service for my mother, Li Ruyin. As you all know, my mother was a gentle and hospitable person. Unfortunately, she lived in seclusion in the compound, influenced by feudal dogma, and rarely had the opportunity to entertain you. So, as her only son, I will fulfill her regret on her behalf. Please eat your meal first, because my mother once told me that hunger is very unpleasant!"

Qin Cangye's opening words were filled with sarcasm and ridicule, and everyone present was almost used to it. They raised their teacups, toasted Qin Cangye, and drank silently.

Among the guests in the venue, only a handful of them had deep feelings for Li Ruyin. The rest came here partly because they did not dare to refuse Qin Cangye's invitation, and partly because they also wanted to see who would become the real person in charge of the Qin family in the coming year.

Soon, the waiter brought the food. There was no meat in the meal, only some simple seasonal vegetables.

When Qin Cangye signaled with his eyes that everyone could start eating, an old voice suddenly rang out: "Wait."

Su Yinuo, with her eyes lowered, knew without looking who the vicious voice came from. She held up the teacup to cover her mouth and looked over cautiously, and unexpectedly saw the smug smile on Qin Weishu's face.

"Everyone," Qin Weishu didn't even stand up. He just sat in his seat calmly and condescendingly, patted the young man sitting on his left, and said with a smile, "I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce everyone. Our Qin family is truly blessed by our ancestors, and the incense is prosperous. Back then, our Jianning's first wife was crazy and incapable of giving birth to more children for our Qin family. But Jianning was promising and brought me such a big grandson. Qin Wangxuan! My little grandson is a top student who graduated from Cambridge University! Come on, Wangxuan, stand up and say hello to all the uncles, aunts, grandparents."