Chapter 12 Chapter 12 "Teacher Pei, I feel like I'm living...
The next morning, Pei Lanqing returned to the dormitory.
The other two people in the dormitory were still asleep, only Chen Jun was quietly packing his things, preparing to go out on a date with his girlfriend. He looked at the person who came in and asked in a low voice, "Is your stomach feeling better?"
Pei Lanqing had taken a last-minute leave last night, citing stomach discomfort. After seeing Lin Qianyuan off, he declined her invitation and stayed the night at a motel off campus.
He was a bit of a bed addict, having not slept well, and now he was exhausted. Chen Jun thought he had been in the hospital all night on an IV drip and looked very ill. "What did the doctor say?"
Pei Lanqing smiled and said, "It's just a common stomachache, nothing serious."
Chen Jun nodded and zipped up his schoolbag. "By the way, Lan Qing, didn't you ask me last night which dessert shop has the best taste?"
"I asked my girlfriend, and she recommended the one at the entrance of the alley near the school."
Chen Jun approached him and whispered, "Did you buy the desserts this time and last time for that little sister?"
Although Lin Qianyuan was younger than them, Pei Lanqing paused when he heard the name. He thought, if Lin Qianyuan knew, he would stare at them expressionlessly, as if to say, "Who are you calling me?" The thought made him laugh.
Seeing the joy on his face, Chen Jun couldn't help but wonder, "Is this sentence funny?"
Pei Lanqing's lips were still raised as he softly denied, "No."
Chen Jun rarely saw him showing his emotions, so he couldn't help but look at him a few more times, "Lan Qing, you..."
Suddenly, there was a sound of turning over in the bed on the north side of the dormitory. Chen Jun pulled Pei Lanqing to the balcony and closed the balcony door. He asked, "Lanqing, I heard Shu Rui say that the little girl is deaf, right?"
Chen Jun was the oldest in their dormitory, the most thoughtful and the one who thought the most. Zhang Shurui jokingly called him "Mother Chen," and Pei Lanqing always smiled at this. Now it seemed that Zhang Shurui was right.
"I know this might be offensive, but high school students these days have already formed their own views on love and are prone to falling in love prematurely. You have to think clearly about her situation..."
"Chen Jun."
Pei Lanqing interrupted him politely. He knew he was thinking about him, but Pei Lanqing felt extremely powerless inside. "What are you thinking? We are not that kind of relationship, and it will never become that kind of relationship."
"We're just friends who haven't known each other for long."
"She's doing fine and in good condition. Don't overthink it."
Chen Jun looked at him with a mixture of belief and disbelief. "Zhang Shurui said she looked like she came from a very wealthy family. Is that true?"
Pei Lanqing looked at the rows of evergreen trees downstairs and said, "Yeah."
"What's her last name?"
Chen Jun is a native of the capital. His family is relatively wealthy. His parents run a company and have extensive connections.
"My last name is Lin."
"Where's her father?"
"have no idea."
Chen Jun stroked his chin in thought, "Lin? Could it be the Lin family that's in the medical business?"
The financial circle is not big, but not small either. Once you define the scope and count upwards, there are only a few surnames of those in power.
A figure appeared under the evergreen tree. Pei Lanqing patted the shoulder of the person next to him and raised his chin. "Your girlfriend."
Chen Jun immediately broke away from his thoughts and gave the person downstairs a flattering smile. After receiving the death gaze, he immediately became serious and hurriedly pushed open the door, not forgetting to turn around and say, "I'm leaving now. You should have a good rest today."
Pei Lanqing laughed, "I see."
He didn't sleep for long. He took out his mobile phone and searched according to the keywords Chen Jun mentioned. The page popped up with a full screen of financial news, mainly centered around one person - Lin Fusheng.
He has an elegant appearance and a gentle temperament.
If he had not been labeled as an entrepreneur in advance, everyone who met him for the first time would have thought that he was a scholar working in the education industry like a teacher, and there would not be any trace of money in his temperament.
There are only a few words about his introduction, and the related people are all big names that can be searched. After a closer look, no related entries can be found. He must not be an ordinary person.
He exited and the page jumped back to Lin Fusheng's photo. Looking closely, he found that his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Lin Qianyuan's.
Lin Qianyuan looked at the face on TV that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and immediately changed the channel. It was the same interview again. She turned off the TV and simply pretended to ignore it.
When Pei Lanqing came over, she was still sitting on the sofa staring at the TV. When she noticed him, she glanced over.
Pei Lanqing didn't know what had offended her about the TV. Seeing that she looked unhappy, he raised the thing in his hand and asked tentatively: "Would you like to try it?"
He bought a cake this time.
Lin Qianyuan walked over uninterested, "Is it your birthday today?"
She actually knew that his birthday was February 6th.
[No,] Pei Lanqing put down the cake box and smiled, [But you can still have cake on your birthday.]
Lin Qianyuan waited for him to finish cutting the cake. "So that's how it is," she said in a relaxed tone. "I've never eaten it before."
Pei Lanqing's hand holding the plate trembled, as if he was surprised.
Lin Qianyuan saw his expression clearly and didn't explain much. He just sat there waiting for his meal. "Teacher Pei, don't we need to light candles?"
Pei Lanqing recovered and said with a smile, "No, I only order it for my birthday."
"Oh," Lin Qianyuan stopped talking and lowered his head to eat the cake quietly.
Pei Lanqing noticed that she seemed a little down today, and after a moment's hesitation, he asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Lin Qianyuan didn't look up and took a bite of the strawberry on the cake. "Nothing."
She didn't look like she was in any trouble. Pei Lanqing handed her another piece. He lowered his brows and smiled, thinking about something, and slowly typed: [Then you should eat more sweets today.]
[It is said that if you eat something sweet, your life will be less bitter.]
After saying this, Pei Lanqing himself was stunned. The two of them stared at each other for a long time. The huge living room was completely silent, as desolate and powerless as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
"Teacher Pei," Lin Qianyuan poked the cake on the plate with the fork in his hand and said word by word, "I think I'm living a good life."
Although her biological mother passed away, she is unfamiliar with her biological father, and her stepmother likes to perform, she still has money.
The paintings left by Ms. Song, the shares she bought with her love, and this small building are all hers.
Pei Lanqing turned his head, coughed lightly, and touched his ear uncomfortably. "Just treat it as a joke."
Lin Qianyuan is sometimes quite honest, [Indeed, very cold.]
“…” Pei Lanqing was speechless.
After eating the cake, Lin Qianyuan received a text message from her gentle stepmother.
Mrs. Lin: [I'll pick you up at nine tomorrow and go to the hospital with you.]
Received the news so soon? As expected, she shares the same last name as the dean. Lin Qianyuan couldn't help but curl her lips. Since she cared so much about her now, she would test how much she could endure. [Nine o'clock? I might not be awake yet.]
Mrs. Lin's reply was like her, gentle and gentle on the outside, but a sharp knife at the heart. "It's okay. I'll meet you downstairs at your house at nine o'clock. Don't worry, take your time."
We are clearly separated, yet you speak so intimately.
It was like the day when Lin Fusheng brought her back to the Lin residence. She smiled and took Lin Fusheng's hand. He squatted down, straightened her princess dress, and reached out to touch her head. "Are you Lin Qianyuan? From now on, I will be your mother."
Lin Fusheng told her to be obedient, so she said obediently, "Hello, mother."
"Oh," Mrs. Lin agreed lovingly.
After Lin Fusheng and the elders of the Lin family left, she let go of her hand, sat on the sofa, lowered her head, and took a sip of tea.
Seeing her standing there stiffly, she bent down slightly and smiled, "Did you hear anything just now?"
"What?" Lin Qianyuan didn't understand the ambiguous words.
The person on the sofa raised an eyebrow slightly. The servant beside him took two steps forward, bowed his head and said respectfully, "Mrs. Lin."
She hummed softly, then asked Lin Qianyuan again, "Did you hear it this time?"
Lin Qianyuan's hands hanging at her side clenched unconsciously, then loosened, and she nodded.
"So what do you think you should call me now?"
Lin Qianyuan stammered, "Mrs. Lin."
Lin Qianyuan suffered from insomnia again.
Because of the memory that happened during the day, every time she opened or closed her eyes, she saw herself as an uneasy child. How disgusting.
She went to the studio.
All the thick plastic films in the studio have been replaced with new ones. When Lin Qianyuan stepped on them barefoot, there was a torturous rustling sound in the air.
Lin Qianyuan sat on the ground, lowered his head and carefully mixed the paint, then picked up the paintbrush and began to paint.
After finishing the painting, he cut it with a knife, as if to vent his anger. The paint, still wet, stained all over his light-colored house clothes. The moonlit canvas had already been ripped into strips, the girl in the princess dress in the painting ripped apart.
At nine o'clock the next day, a black Bentley with license plate number 00716 appeared in front of the small building on time. It was Mrs. Lin's birthday and also her wedding anniversary with Lin Fusheng.
Song Wenci dislikes this day the most.
After Wu Ma had greeted Mrs. Lin downstairs, she hurried upstairs. Lin Qianyuan's bedroom door was open, and she saw her sitting in front of the dressing table in her nightgown. She walked in quickly and asked, "Young lady, are you still not done with your clothes?"
Lin Qianyuan glanced at her, then continued to look at himself in the mirror, his eyes full of admiration, "No hurry, sit for a while."
Wu Ma was completely overwhelmed. [Madam has been waiting for you for half an hour.]
Lin Qianyuan was surprised, "Half an hour?"
Aunt Wu kept nodding.
Lin Qianyuan suddenly lost his temper, his body slumped, and he stared at the mirror with a smile, "How come it's only half an hour? I must have gotten up too early."
Aunt Wu looked at her in surprise, and then she realized that her little lady had done it on purpose.
Lin Qianyuan asked her to go and clean the studio, and after cleaning, she should remember not to go downstairs immediately, but to wait for another twenty minutes.
Wu Ma didn't dare to say anything and could only agree.
When she returned downstairs, Mrs. Lin in the living room naturally looked at her. Wu Ma was mentally drafting a plan, racking her brains to think of a way to explain it in a way that would not damage the image of her young lady.
Madam Lin waited quietly, just smiling. The servant who came with her couldn't stand it any longer, "Isn't she up yet? She still needs Madam..."
Madam Lin raised her hand, and the imperial green bracelet on her wrist slid down into her satin sleeve. "It's okay, just wait a little longer. Qianyuan is still young, so it's normal for him to be a little playful."
Wu Ma was a little unhappy when she heard this. She muttered without restraint, "Of course, my little miss is just too young. If she were my age, she wouldn't be able to play even if she wanted to."
This sounds like he is belittling himself, but in fact he is belittling everyone present, and indirectly saying that people are old.
"You!" The servant raised his hand and wanted to slap Wu Ma in the face.
But before her hand could fall, her wrist was tightly grasped by someone. Lin Qianyuan shook her hand off, her brows knitted tightly, as if she was extremely disgusted. "What are you doing?"
Wu Ma handed over a tissue in time. Lin Qianyuan wiped his hands and raised his eyelids and asked, "Is there anything that can't be said nicely?"
Her gaze passed over her and fixed on the person who was always as calm as a chrysanthemum. "What do you think, Madam Lin?"
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