Chapter 50 Chapter 50 "I will remember to miss you."...
Lin Qianyuan was so anxious that her teeth accidentally hit Pei Lanqing's lower lip. Blood oozed out instantly and she tasted the strong smell of blood, but she was in a bad mood and did not retreat at all. She pulled his sweatshirt with her hands, pressed forward step by step, and began to suck and bite without any method, especially the place where she had hit before.
The gloom in his bones was clamoring, and his joints were creaking. Lin Qianyuan deliberately touched the wound with his teeth, using force, and the blood spurted out from that place suddenly very violently.
The injured person said nothing, and calmly and gently endured the bad emotions she vented.
Lin Qianyuan realized something and felt distressed. He softened his bite and instinctively switched to licking. The wound stopped bleeding, but the kiss was mixed with her tears and tasted bitter.
They say love is bitter, but what does it matter?
The person who did the bad thing stopped, put his arms around his neck, and cried on his shoulder.
Lin Qianyuan had not vented all her anger, but she didn't want to continue hurting him. She didn't know what to do, so her tears became a good outlet. She buried her face in his shoulder and cried helplessly.
Pei Lanqing was afraid that she would fall, so he raised his hand and gently held her waist, helping her stand up.
In fact, she understood the truth, but it just took some time for her to accept it, so he just stayed with her quietly without making any sound.
Lin Qianyuan had cried enough, sobbing as she leaned her face into the crook of his neck. Perhaps the sadness of parting was particularly strong, so she said without hesitation: "Pei Lanqing, don't get too close to others. I don't like it."
Liang Siyu told her that night that he seemed very popular among his classmates. At that time, she had already finished her competition abroad. When she saw the message, she was furious and replied in a very cold manner, but this did not prevent her from breaking two pencils.
Pei Lanqing frowned slightly after hearing this, then held her hand and looked at her carefully, "Are you hurt anywhere?"
Lin Qianyuan held his hand in his, sullenly saying, "No, I won't get hurt."
Pei Lanqing was worried, so he checked it himself, then hugged her and coaxed her softly without any principles: "Okay, I'll remember it."
Lin Qianyuan nodded.
He should understand that her meaning is not to deprive him of the right to socialize, but to minimize the need for socializing.
Lin Qianyuan had to go back to the Lin family tonight and couldn't delay too late. She nestled in his arms, touched the protective badge on her wrist, and reluctantly let him go.
Pei Lanqing raised his hand to cover her eyes. She had been crying for too long, and when her eyes met the light, it was obvious that she was uncomfortable. Soon, he lowered his hand and asked her, "Is Uncle Chen coming to pick you up?"
"Yeah," Lin Qianyuan obediently closed her eyes, then opened them again. Her light-colored pupils were unusually bright and moving because she had just cried. She did not hide anything, "I asked him to wait for me at the entrance of the alley."
Pei Lanqing looked at her twice more, looked away, and nodded, "I'll take you there."
Lin Qianyuan would not refuse and walked out of the alley with him.
It was late at night, and only one or two lights were on in each building in the residential area in the alley, like stars dotting the sky. The shops on the commercial street had already closed, and the atmosphere was extremely quiet.
The street lights are warm yellow, and each one is separated by a distance. The light and shadow overlap, and there are always places that they cannot illuminate.
Pei Lanqing pulled the man to a stop, and the two of them turned sideways to hide in the shadow of the alley.
Behind Lin Qianyuan was his palm, separating her from the wall, solid and powerful. In her ears was the sound of his slightly disordered heartbeat, out of rhythm, which made her heart tighten.
Lin Qianyuan raised her head in confusion, and almost in an instant, she was flooded with kisses, from her forehead to her eyebrows, and lingered on her eyes. She subconsciously closed her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled slightly because of her nervousness. He then slowed down his movements, with a soothing touch, and then moved down, a gentle and clean kiss landed on the corner of her mouth, without any lust, but it was the most heart-beating.
"Lin Qianyuan," Pei Lanqing looked up into her eyes, his breathing unstable, and his tone of voice was filled with a hint of laughter.
Lin Qianyuan opened his eyes, a little confused, "Huh?"
Pei Lanqing's heart moved, and he gently pressed his lips against hers again. He carefully restrained himself and quickly withdrew, "I forgot to tell you just now that I will remember to miss you."
He wanted to say something else to her, but the timing was wrong, so these were the only words that came out.
Lin Qianyuan grabbed his clothes, looking depressed and unhappy.
Pei Lanqing sighed silently. He was responsible for the person he flirted with. He bent down and coaxed her again.
In the end, Lin Qianyuan got into the car, looking back every few steps. Uncle Chen was very surprised by this, mainly because he was surprised at how Pei Lanqing coaxed her into submission. Before sending her here, the atmosphere in the car was so low that he once thought she was going to kidnap someone and take them abroad, or that she was so angry that the separation was not decent enough.
Uncle Chen felt a little sad when he thought of the word "separation".
He has a wife and daughter, so she can't go abroad with Lin Qianyuan. He has been Lin Qianyuan's driver for so many years, and she has grown up under his watch. To some extent, he has developed a relationship with her that is similar to that of a family member.
"Ms. Lin," Uncle Chen called out to the person who had just gotten off the car, his eyes reddened, "You..."
Lin Qianyuan saw his expression clearly and stopped to wait for him for a while. She lowered her eyes and looked ordinary. Perhaps it was because she was wearing all black, but even so, she felt an extremely strong sense of oppression.
Uncle Chen was suddenly stuck, and the sadness disappeared in an instant. Miss Lin was still the scary Miss Lin. He regretted calling her and looked away tremblingly, saying in a trembling voice: "I..."
He began another round of hesitancy.
Lin Qianyuan turned her face away nonchalantly, leaned over and lifted the hem of her skirt, and said calmly, "I'm not leaving tonight. If you have anything to say, you can tell me on the day I leave."
Just don't let him talk now. Uncle Chen breathed a sigh of relief and agreed, "I understand."
Lin Qianyuan didn't want to waste time with him and turned to go into the Lin family.
In comparison, the person in the Lin family who cared about her the most was actually Lin Fusheng. Mrs. Lin showed no expression when she heard this. Her goal had been achieved, and there was no need and no right for her to interfere with her stay or departure.
Lin Fusheng called her to his study. When he heard about the area and school she was going to, he didn't think too long and told her that he had property there and had been there a few times. He would arrange her daily life there and told her not to worry.
Lin Qianyuan stood in front of him and wanted to ask him why he was willing to do this, but then she thought that there was no need to ask in such detail and just regarded it as a belated father-daughter relationship.
Anyway, Lin Qianyuan is not short of money. Apart from the Lin family's shares, Song Wenci has saved a lot of money herself.
After climbing up the high branch of Lin Fusheng, Song Wenci's value as a painter naturally rose. Her paintings were worth thousands of gold, and sometimes they were hard to come by. All the unsold works were in Lin Qianyuan's hands. One painting could ensure that she would not have to worry about money for a long time, not to mention that she was not poor enough to sell her paintings.
The moon outside the house disappeared into the clouds, the moonlight was obscured, and the autumn wind blew hard, blowing into the house without resistance.
The other two people in the dormitory were not there. Pei Lanqing was taking a shower. Zhang Shurui got out of bed trembling, closed the balcony door, turned around and ran into Pei Lanqing who had just finished taking a shower.
He looked at his face, his gaze lingering on his lips, and walked over in shock, "Pei Lanqing."
Zhang Shurui looked incredulous. "Do you need my legal assistance?"
Pei Lanqing glanced at him with a normal expression. His hair was still dripping with water, making his eyes look even clearer. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was waiting for what he was going to say next.
Zhang Shurui suddenly realized, "Yes, yes, you are also studying law." He was still a little worried, and then looked at him with a bit of inquiry, "The wound on your mouth..."
Zhang Shurui originally wanted to ask whether the man was beaten or bitten, but after changing his mind, he guessed that the latter was more likely, so he prepared to strike first.
Pei Lanqing smiled, his emotion unintelligible, yet it sent a chill down his spine. "Why are you asking so many questions?"
Zhang Shurui suppressed his pounding curiosity and spoke seriously about his professional knowledge. "I just want to know whether this criminal's behavior is considered intentional injury or forced molestation?"
Pei Lanqing nodded calmly, his expression relaxed. "What do you think?"
Zhang Shurui chuckled twice, clapped his hands, and tried to lighten the mood. "I think it's forced molestation."
Pei Lanqing casually placed the towel he used to wipe his hair on the back of the chair and pulled it out. "It doesn't count."
That wouldn't be the first possibility. Zhang Shurui sneaked up to him, his eyes shining, "Tell me."
"Why doesn't it count?"
Pei Lanqing thought for a moment, "Because there was no violence, coercion, or other means against one's will, it doesn't count."
Zhang Shurui was completely confused.
What does this mean? Why is there no subject or clear object in this sentence?
Pei Lanqing obviously didn't plan to explain further, so he asked jokingly, "Do you have anything else to say?"
Zhang Shurui: “…”
Listening to his tone, it was almost impossible to get him to say a few words. He lacked confidence and retreated consciously, "That's it."
On the morning of the departure, Aunt Wu was packing her luggage in Lin Qianyuan's room. "Young Miss," she said, as if she was about to speak but hesitated, "Are you going to take all these with you?"
Wu Ma was holding a stack of drawing papers in her hand, which she had found from under the pillow on the other side of the bed. She had never seen many of the scenes in the paintings before, so she didn't dare to look at them for too long and asked with her head down.
Lin Qianyuan was so focused on the items on the desk that she forgot there were some on the bed. She lifted her eyelids and saw her reaction. She walked over with satisfaction and warned her in due time, "Don't look at anything you shouldn't look at. It will be the same in the future."
Wu Ma would not challenge her authority, so she agreed repeatedly, walked away from the bed, and went to the cloakroom to pack her clothes.
After a while, she came out holding the skirt and asked anxiously, "Little Miss, can I really go with you?"
Lin Qianyuan was still sorting his things, putting away his notebook, without looking up, "You don't want to go?"
She said this in a calm tone, neither trying to keep her nor forcing her, as if as long as she said she didn't want to, she wouldn't take her with her.
Mother Wu quickly shook her head, and after a long while of mental preparation, she finally mustered the courage to whisper, "It's not that I don't want to go."
She had no relatives here and was all alone, so naturally she didn't want to be separated from Lin Qianyuan. But at the same time, she also realized that she didn't know much, and when she got abroad, she wouldn't be able to speak the language, and it wouldn't be clear who would take care of whom. To be honest, she had already lost her value as a nanny.
Aunt Wu only thought about this in her mind and didn't say it out loud, but Lin Qianyuan seemed to see through it and felt relieved. His tone was not so cold and it became more humane.
"You know my living habits better."
Lin Qianyuan could probably guess what she was worried about, so he patiently explained, "There will be a dedicated translator when you get there."
Wu Ma was shocked after hearing this, feeling both happy and apprehensive. "Young Miss, can I have an interpreter too?"
Lin Qianyuan raised his head, looked at her and smiled, then asked back with interest, "Why can't you have one?"
Wu Ma had never thought that she could be so important. She was a person of value. She immediately smiled and replied, "Of course, of course."
She turned back and continued packing.
Before noon, Uncle Chen sent them to the airport. Lin Qianyuan didn't like to experience separation, so no one saw her off except him.
Uncle Chen prepared his words this time and rubbed his hands, feeling like he was sending his daughter on a long journey.
He was reluctant to leave, and blinked, his eyes suddenly reddened. He didn't dare cry in front of Lin Qianyuan, so he could only force a smile, "Ms. Lin, I'll be waiting for you here. Give me a call when you come back, and I'll be there in person."
Uncle Chen's voice choked as he spoke, "You're out there alone, remember to take care of yourself and eat more. You're too thin."
Although Uncle Chen often fantasized that it would be great if his daughter could be as independent as Lin Qianyuan in the future, he suddenly felt that it was also good not to be independent. Miss Lin was too pitiful like this.
Lin Qianyuan listened quietly and handed over a tissue. "I understand." She pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "You should take care of yourself too."
"Ah?" Uncle Chen thought he had misheard and was so scared that he immediately put down the tissue and looked over with tears in his eyes. He could only see Lin Qianyuan's thin back.
Aunt Wu lowered her head and smiled, looked at him, and mouthed, "I'm sorry, young lady." After that, she left with a smile.
Uncle Chen was standing there thinking about what Lin Qianyuan said, and was so moved that tears kept streaming down his face. He found a quiet place and called his wife while sobbing.
Wu Ma has always been by Lin Qianyuan's side. Without paying too much attention, she easily noticed that Lin Qianyuan was becoming less and less willing to speak, and liked to pick up the paintbrush whether he had something to do or not.
Mother Wu turned her head and thought to herself that she didn't ask anyone to send her off just because she was reluctant to leave. But until the plane landed and everything was settled, she didn't speak often, except for the sound of her making phone calls every day.
Lin Qianyuan did not deliberately avoid others. She sat alone in the garden for a long time. No one could hear what they were talking about. Aunt Wu often saw her lowering her head, as if she was smiling.
However, as time went by, the length of their calls seemed to gradually shorten. One day, the bilingual nanny at home secretly asked her, "Did Miss Lin break up with her boyfriend?"
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The author has something to say: Wu Ma: It seems we didn’t talk about it, so it’s not a breakup.
"They say love is bitter, but what does it matter?" This line is from Oscar Wilde's Salome. "They say love is bitter... But what does it matter? What does it matter? I've already kissed you."
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