Chapter 141 Yingying, can you tell me now...?

Chapter 141

Meng Yingying knew about the Vaganova Ballet Academy in Moscow; even in later generations, this school was still considered a temple of ballet.

Furthermore, the Vaganova School, founded in 1738, was the world's first state ballet school, and top ballet masters such as Ulanova and Nureyev were graduates of this school.

This is a very promising future.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it has a bright future.

If Meng Yingying went inside, she could almost see her brilliant future unfold before her, but—

It will take five years.

This is taking too long. If she leaves, Qi Donghan will be all alone and pitiful.

Meng Yingying didn't answer directly; she simply asked again, "If I get into this school, will it take five years?"

Jane nodded. "This school is a five-year program. If you can finish early, you can graduate early."

"The exact number of years depends on you." He didn't give a definitive answer. "Besides, Meng, this school has very strict admission requirements. Whether you can get in is another matter. This is just my suggestion to you."

"From my perspective, these five years are your golden period for development. Once you miss it, you will never have this opportunity again."

Ballet dancing is essentially a young person's game; Meng Yingying is already twenty-two years old, and five years from now she will be twenty-seven.

As I approach thirty, to be honest, my physical functions will gradually decline as I get older.

In this industry, you only ever see newcomers laughing, never old-timers crying.

That's why Jian said that this opportunity was the best opportunity for Meng Yingying.

Once you miss it, you'll never have it again.

She's twenty years old this year, an age that's neither too young nor too old. If she delays for another two years, she'll be almost twenty-five.

At this age, the Vaganova Ballet Academy is even less likely to accept new students.

So Jane made it very clear, "Meng, think it over carefully. If you miss this opportunity, it will be gone forever."

This time it was because he was there that he could act as the introducer and let Meng Yingying participate in the assessment, but once he left...

With no one to act as an introducer for Meng Yingying, it naturally became even more difficult for her to get in.

That's the limit of her potential in life.

Meng Yingying understood the meaning behind Jian's words. She was silent for a moment, then said, "Jian, give me some time to think about it."

"What date are you leaving?"

This is when the time starts to be calculated.

Jane thought for a moment, "Our exchange and study trip to China lasted a month. Now that we've finished all the challenges, we plan to travel around and take a look around."

Upon hearing this, Meng Yingying immediately understood. She counted on her fingers, "Is today your eighth day here?"

Jane nodded. "Yes."

Meng Yingying turned to look at Yang Jie, "Teacher, I want to go back."

Going away to study is no small matter; she needs to discuss it with Qi Donghan. As husband and wife, she should at least let Qi Donghan know.

It's about discussing it with him, not informing him.

If he were to be notified, it would be far too cruel for Qi Donghan.

Yang Jie understood what she meant, "Then you should buy a train ticket for the early morning and go straight back."

"The sooner the better."

She probably already guessed Meng Yingying's choice; if she had given up, she wouldn't have gone back to discuss it with Commander Qi.

I just don't know if Commander Qi will agree.

What is Meng going back for?

Jane was somewhat puzzled, and he thought it would be best to discuss this matter with Yang Jie.

Because Yang Jie was Meng's teacher.

Yang Jie didn't hide it from anyone, "Yingying got married, and she had to go back to tell her husband."

Before marriage, it's up to each person to make their own decisions.

However, after marriage, it's just two people, and since it's just two people, one person can't make decisions on their own, otherwise the marriage will come to an end.

Jane was somewhat surprised. "My God, Meng is getting married so early?"

"Many students her age at our school don't even have a boyfriend."

Yang Jie thought for a moment, "I'll get married when I meet the right person."

Jane muttered, "If she gets pregnant and gives birth now, then everything is over."

Yang Jie remained silent, which was unusual, because she was also worried about the matter.

If Commander Qi disagrees, he has a hundred ways to keep Meng Yingying.

The simplest way is to get Meng Yingying pregnant.

Would Commander Qi know how?

Yang Jie didn't know.

In fact, Meng Yingying didn't know that during the two-day, one-night train journey from the capital to Harbin, she thought about many things and considered many possible outcomes.

She knew she didn't want to give up this opportunity, nor did she want to give up her marriage with Qi Donghan.

She was a bit greedy, so she wanted everything.

With a heavy heart, Meng Yingying finally returned to the team stationed in Harbin. She didn't even notify anyone, nor did she ask Qi Donghan to pick her up at the station.

And so, he returned quietly.

After arriving home, Meng Yingying didn't rush to find Qi Donghan, but instead took a walk around the house and the surrounding area.

After the first month of the lunar calendar, Qi Donghan built a chicken coop in the courtyard using broken bricks, leaving a small door at the bottom.

This is for the chicks to go in and out.

Of the batch of baby wild chickens we caught before the New Year, one died, leaving four. Now they're all the size of a fist, and their wing feathers have grown out too.

It's almost certain that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, eggs will be laid in the second half of the year.

Qi Donghan dug out the hard soil in the yard and piled it into neat, square blocks, just like him—upright and disciplined.

In the vegetable patch with its tofu-shaped shape, radishes, cabbages, spinach, and some melons and fruits were planted, and some of the fast-growing ones had already sprouted tender green seedlings.

And at the foot of the courtyard wall, because she casually mentioned that she liked grapes, Qi Donghan had already set up a trellis there.

We're just waiting for the weather to warm up so we can transplant the grapevines.

Every detail here shows Qi Donghan's dedication. What was once an empty home was gradually transformed by her and Qi Donghan into a beautifully furnished space.

This home is lovely and cozy.

If she had to leave for five years, Meng Yingying would really be reluctant, but if she didn't leave, she obviously didn't want to give up this hard-won opportunity.

This is the only chance she'll ever have to reach the top in her career.

Meng Yingying stood in the courtyard in a daze. It was at this moment that Qi Donghan returned. He pushed open the door and saw Meng Yingying at a glance.

Qi Donghan was pleasantly surprised for a moment, but then he noticed that Meng Yingying's expression was a little off, so he rushed over in a few steps.

"Yingying?"

Even the tone of his voice was gentle.

Still feeling a mix of joy and relief at having found what she had lost, Meng Yingying received a last-minute notice to leave home and head to the capital.

To be honest, the one who felt the most upset was Qi Donghan.

So when he suddenly came home and saw the person he had been thinking about day and night standing at the door, how could he not be overjoyed?

"Qi Donghan".

Almost instantly, Meng Yingying wrapped her arms tightly around him. Although Qi Donghan looked thin, he actually had a thin layer of muscle, making him strong and powerful to hold.

When she called out, her voice was a few decibels lower.

Qi Donghan also noticed something was wrong with her. "What's wrong?"

Meng Yingying didn't say anything, but nestled in his arms. Without any warning, she looked up and kissed Qi Donghan's chin.

Qi Donghan was stunned by the kiss, the stubble on his chin still poking Meng Yingying's lips.

He looked down and saw her eyelashes trembling slightly. The surprise in his heart suddenly turned into a burning fire that surged up his spine.

"Yingying..." His throat was dry, but his hand acted before his mind could, grabbing her lower back.

Even through her thin cotton-padded coat, he could feel that she had lost weight; her bones felt a little rough to the touch. His heart ached with a mixture of pain and burning. "Why have you lost weight?"

Her voice was low and hoarse, and she almost poured out all the heartache she felt.

Meng Yingying didn't turn around, but gently snuggled into his arms again, her nose brushing against his neck, looking a little flustered and anxious.

All her anxiety, guilt, and longing along the way were transformed into this gentle arch, which softened Qi Donghan's heart and made his arms tighten involuntarily, as if he wanted to knead her into his bones.

"Go inside, it's cold outside."

Qi Donghan said in a hoarse voice that he had a feeling something must have happened to Meng Yingying, but he didn't want to ask.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't move his feet, and he was holding the person in his arms, reluctant to let go.

Meng Yingying was also reluctant to part with them, so the two of them stood blocking the doorway, their cotton-padded jackets rubbing against their military overcoats, making a rustling sound, like snowflakes falling from the sky onto the tin roof, fine and urgent.

The cold wind in January is still quite chilly; even though it's past February in the Gregorian calendar, the spring chill is still lingering.

The north wind in Harbin was cold, and just standing at the door for a while, Meng Yingying's face turned red, even the tip of her nose.

Qi Donghan felt a pang of heartache and, regardless of whether she refused or not, carried her directly into the house.

Once the door was closed, the cold air was shut out as well. There was no fire inside, yet it was still warmer than outside.

Qi Donghan took off his hat, revealing short stubble.

Meng Yingying looked up at him and reached out to touch him. Her fingertips had barely touched him when he grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest.

His heart was pounding in her palm, like a drumbeat, each beat making her eyes sting.

"Qidong is fierce..."

Meng Yingying had barely opened her mouth when her voice choked up.

She wanted to tell me that I might have to go abroad, that it might take five years, and that she also wanted to apologize.

But the words that were about to come out turned into a breath of hot air that sprayed onto his neck.

Meng Yingying swallowed all her words, tiptoed, tilted her head back, and gently kissed his ear.

It was venting anger, it was guilt, it was longing, it was imprinting all the unspeakable emotions she had onto him.

Qi Donghan hissed in surprise, but didn't flinch. Instead, he turned his head and offered the other side as well, his voice gentle, "Yingying, this side is for you too."

But the darkness in his eyes had only deepened.

He knew Meng Yingying was hiding something from him, but since she didn't say anything, he couldn't bring himself to ask.

Look at him like this.

Meng Yingying's tears fell instantly, the scalding tears landing on his collar, leaving a dark spot.

"Don't cry."

Qi Donghan panicked and raised his hand to wipe away the tears with his rough thumb. The more he wiped, the more tears he shed. Finally, he simply bent down and caught the tears with his lips.

Her tears were salty, but her lips were burning hot. The contrast between the hot and cold made Meng Yingying shiver.

She simply reached out to grab his belt, but her fingers trembled so much she couldn't pull it open. So she simply jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, like a koala hanging from a tree.

Qi Donghan supported her, his palms gripping the back of her legs. With a tightening of his muscles, he pushed her into the room in a few steps.

The wooden bed creaked and wobbled.

Meng Yingying fell backward, her tied-up hair coming loose, spreading her black hair all over the bed. Paired with her beautiful features and fair, delicate face, she was truly stunning.

Qi Donghan's eyes were filled with amazement, even a sense of disbelief.

Meng Yingying was somewhat dissatisfied. She reached out and tugged at his collar, causing two buttons to pop off and roll to the ground with a crisp clattering sound.

"Qi Donghan, concentrate."

Qi Donghan then came to his senses. He looked down at Meng Yingying, who was a little angry. She rushed up and hugged him, saying, "I was away for six days. Did you miss me?"

That's what she really wanted to ask.

"think."

Qi Donghan answered decisively, his forehead pressed against hers, his voice hoarse, "I miss you so much that I can't sleep at night, so I get up to write you a letter, but I tear it up halfway through—my handwriting is just too ugly, I'm afraid you'll laugh at me."

"And I'm also afraid. I don't know how many days you'll be in the capital. I'm worried that you'll come back before I can even send my letter."

so--

She was gone for six days, and he wrote five letters, but he never sent any of them.

Upon hearing this, Meng Yingying froze instantly, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her heart, dispelling all her tender feelings and longing.

She felt a chill run through her body.

She was away from home for six days, and Qi Donghan had already come to this conclusion. What if she were away for five years?

What is Qidong Hanhui like?

Unbeknownst to Meng Yingying, she began to feel cold all over.

Qi Donghan was so close to her that he naturally noticed her emotions. His eyes grew even grayer, and he called out softly, "Yingying."

As he spoke, his lips brushed against hers, intentionally or unintentionally.

Meng Yingying was so aroused by his teasing that she unconsciously looked up to chase after him, but he turned his head away, his lips brushing against the corner of her mouth, landing on her ear, taking a light sip, and then letting go.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you hiding something from me?"

Meng Yingying's heart skipped a beat, and guilt surged up immediately, making her feel as if a huge rock was crushing in her heart.

She didn't dare look at him, but buried her face in his shoulder, her voice muffled and trembling, "Qi Donghan, don't ask yet... just hold me."

Qi Donghan didn't ask any more questions and tightened his grip on her arm.

His kisses landed on her brow, the tip of her nose, the corner of her lips, and traveled downwards, finally covering her lips with a gentle peck, then another, with restraint and tenderness.

He didn't know what Meng Yingying was hiding from him.

But judging from her appearance, she must be quite big.

She didn't say anything.

He didn't ask.

Meng Yingying was forced to shed more tears by Qi Donghan's gentleness. She kissed him haphazardly, with urgency and ingratiation, as if she wanted to make up for all the things she owed him.

Qi Donghan's eyes reddened as he was aroused by her initiative, and his rough hands moved down her lower back.

Meng Yingying's body went limp from being pinched. Her fingers pressed against his short hair, the stubble pricking her palms, but she couldn't bear to let go. Instead, she pulled him down, bringing the two of them closer together.

"Qi Donghan..." she murmured to his lips, her voice filled with guilt.

Because they couldn't express their feelings.

So all she could do was call his name over and over again.

It sounded like whispers between lovers.

Qi Donghan never knew that his name could sound so beautiful.

His eyes went from clear to bloodshot, and his arms tightened around her. He turned over and took the initiative, his lips covering hers with longing, urgency, and a fierce determination to make up for the three months that had passed.

"Yingying".

"My Yingying."

His Yingying has finally returned.

Outside the window, snowflakes pattered against the glass.

Inside the window, the wooden bed creaked and swayed.

The two of them didn't care about anything else, they just clung tightly to each other, as if they wanted to meld each other into their very bones and into the rest of their lives.

Meng Yingying didn't know when she fell asleep. When she opened her eyes, Qi Donghan was sitting right next to her.

He looked down at her.

Those eyes held a tenderness that Meng Yingying had never seen before.

Meng Yingying closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again. Qi Donghan was still there.

Qi Donghan lowered his head and pecked her forehead. "Can I say it now?"

—So, he hadn't forgotten after all.

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Jiang Ying is a 996 office worker who has never been in a relationship. While working late into the night to finish a report, she transmigrates into a novel set in the Republican era. The original wife of the richest man in China has just died. Unable to accept her husband's departure, she is heartbroken and leaves behind 30 million yuan in savings and more than ten old villas in Shanghai with no heirs.

Jiang Ying, who transmigrated from another era: ?

Death is impossible for her; she wants to fully enjoy the hardships of being rich.

*

Thus began Jiang Ying's journey to becoming a wealthy woman. In the morning, she would go to the largest trading company in Shanghai with a sapphire the size of a pigeon egg to shop, at noon she would spend a fortune at auctions where tickets were hard to come by, and in the evening she would hold a concert in her old mansion of over a thousand square meters, and late at night she would have a luxurious late-night snack.

In just three months, Jiang Ying became the envy of all the wealthy women in Shanghai.

*

A group of handsome and beautiful new dancers arrived at the Paramount Ballroom, and Jiang Ying, as Shanghai's newly crowned richest woman, was naturally invited.

The moment she entered the private room at the Paramount Ballroom, a row of young and handsome men bowed to her, saying, "Hello, Miss Jiang!"

Jiang Ying smiled slightly and casually pointed to three men with distinct features, "Can you give massages, sing, and coax people?"

Before he could finish speaking, the door was pushed open again, and a handsome, noble, and elegant man entered.

Jiang Ying's heart skipped a beat; this man was exactly what she considered beautiful.

Jiang Ying raised her hand and beckoned with a suggestive smile, "Thirty thousand a night, wanna go?"

*

Fu Tingyun had been married for three years but had never truly acknowledged his gentle yet dull old-fashioned wife. He didn't even tell her about his faked death. However, when he returned to Shanghai, he unexpectedly met her again.

The old-fashioned, conservative wife from his memory was now dressed in a high-waisted, slit cheongsam, swaying gracefully, her beauty captivating as she beckoned to him, "Not enough? How about 60,000 a night? I'll take a month? How about it?"

Fu Tingyun: ...?

#Inheriting my fortune to support a gigolo, what kind of person would do that?#

#Turns out the pretty boy was actually me#

#About me cheating on myself#