Chapter 71 Chapter 71 "Are you leaving?"
Pei Lanqing drove the car into the underground garage, stopped it, picked up the dessert bag on the passenger seat, closed the car door and walked towards the elevator.
Lin Qianyuan stood at the door of the basement, covering her mouth and yawning. When she saw him coming, she waited for him here with a smile, her eyes shining and full of anticipation.
Pei Lanqing held her hand. It was icy cool, without a trace of the summer heat. He held it tighter. "Are you cold?"
He pressed the up button for the elevator.
Lin Qianyuan let him hold her hand, "I'm not cold."
The elevator door opened, and he and she entered together. After pressing the floor button, he turned around and asked with a smile, "Are you hungry?"
Lin Qianyuan raised his head and said, "I'm not very hungry."
"Then how..."
Someone came in, Pei Lanqing paused and didn't continue. Lin Qianyuan stood next to him to make room, but didn't say anything.
After they left, she returned to her original position, frowned, and automatically finished the unfinished words, "But I miss you so much."
Pei Lanqing turned to look at her. She looked composed, with an obvious smile in her eyes. She didn't seem to be uncomfortable at all. In fact, she was very adept at it. After being stared at by him for a long time, she moved closer in confusion, hesitated for a moment, and frowned slightly.
Pei Lanqing smiled, leaned over to her ear, and put his face against hers. "Me too," he said, and quickly retreated.
Lin Qianyuan's frown relaxed, "Yeah."
When she got home, she sat at the dining table and ate. After finishing the cake, she took the hand of the man who had just taken a shower, walked into the studio with him, and showed him the results of her hard work for half a day.
Pei Lanqing carefully observed the still life on the rice paper. "Clivia?"
"Yes," Lin Qianyuan sat in front of the easel for a short while in the afternoon, then turned to the desk, picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and gradually outlined the skeleton of the leaves on the paper.
Pei Lanqing admired her for a moment, then looked away. He raised his hand and gently wiped away the traces of cream on the corner of her lips. He was amazed and asked, "You can also paint in Chinese?"
Lin Qianyuan put away the extra rice paper on the table and said, "Yes."
She suddenly looked at him, as if she was unable to speak. Pei Lanqing knew that she had something to say, so he was not in a hurry and waited patiently for her to speak.
Lin Qianyuan took a deep breath. "She's good at Chinese painting. If you think about it, I probably picked up a brush earlier than I did a paintbrush. Besides that, she teaches me a little bit of everything. If she doesn't know something, she'll ask a professional teacher to teach me."
"She probably wants to use me to completely integrate into that exclusive circle, so I..."
Lin Qianyuan couldn't open her mouth to continue speaking. All the events in the past were vivid in her mind. She was controlled by her like a puppet. Under her command, she perfectly completed one performance after another, making her famous.
Pei Lanqing could probably guess what she hadn't said, so he pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her eyes, rubbing them there as if to comfort her.
Lin Qianyuan hugged his waist. After a few seconds, he put his face into the crook of his neck and sniffed again and again. Then he looked up and said, "Pei Lanqing, you smell so good."
This wasn't the first time he heard her say this, but she was able to make it sound like the first time every time, even though she clearly had it in her.
Pei Lanqing's neck turned red and she turned her head away slightly.
Lin Qianyuan smiled secretly, but it was fleeting. Her face continued to rest on his shoulder, and her breath fell unrestrainedly on the side of his neck, competing for oxygen. "Really."
Pei Lanqing blushed, glared at her, and gently pushed her away.
She rarely wakes up at night and usually stays in the same sleeping position until dawn, but occasionally she doesn't behave well and acts out of control.
Lin Qianyuan hugged him tightly, one hand tentatively slipped into his home clothes, and raised her face with a smile, "I won't look."
He was conservative, buttoning his pajamas completely, without a single button missing. But she always slept with him in her arms, and her hand accidentally touched his abdomen, and she realized why he looked thin but was so strong and muscular.
He also works out and has abdominal muscles.
"You..." Pei Lanqing took a breath and blushed in anger. She acted as if nothing had happened. He grabbed her hand through her clothes, lowered his head and bit her lips as if to punish her.
Lin Qianyuan stopped and immediately had other thoughts. He sniffed and said pitifully, "It hurts."
When Pei Lanqing heard this, she had forgotten that she had not used much strength. She subconsciously lifted her chin and slowly looked at it to see if there was any injury.
Lin Qianyuan's eyes turned red and he continued to look pitiful.
Pei Lanqing finished his own examination and sighed. She was like this every time, and he would always fail here. He had no way to deal with her, so he had to hold her face and kiss her gently.
Lin Qianyuan was coaxed into a coaxing silence and obediently withdrew her hand, not wanting to delay his overtime work. She sat back down at her easel, intending to contact the collector before she began painting, hoping to get some creative ideas.
The collector is a foreigner currently living in China. Considering that it was getting late, Lin Qianyuan wanted to wait until tomorrow to contact her, but he unexpectedly received her message. After receiving a positive answer that it was convenient to contact her by phone, Lin Qianyuan immediately called.
The door of the studio was not closed. When Pei Lanqing passed by the door after finishing her overtime work, she accidentally heard her communicating with someone in a fluent foreign language.
She had her back to the door and her voice didn't sound real. The general meaning of her voice was that she would leave soon and wouldn't stay here for too long.
I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but she smiled and answered affirmatively: "Yes, I studied abroad a few years ago."
Pei Lanqing left here and continued to hold the cup to get water. He drank two sips absentmindedly, then put down the cup and returned to the bedroom alone.
Lin Qianyuan stayed in the studio for a long time tonight. It was already past three in the morning when she turned off the lights. She returned to bed quietly. She turned around and found that the person next to her was sleeping with his back to her.
She always fell asleep first, so she didn't feel anything unusual. She stared at the ceiling for a while, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
"Are you leaving?"
The person next to me suddenly made a sound, which was hazy and a little deserted, accompanied by the drizzle outside the window.
Lin Qianyuan opened his eyes and asked, "You're not asleep?"
"Well," Pei Lanqing turned over and faced her, "I overheard your conversation when I left the study just now," he said with a hint of self-blame, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop."
Lin Qianyuan said "oh".
As for him, she didn't care about that.
She moved closer to him, nestling into his arms out of habit, feeling a little sleepy. "Well, I have to leave."
Pei Lanqing did not hug her back. He had clearly decided in his heart that as long as they did not get divorced, everything would be fine. But when the moment came, he actually developed selfish thoughts. Would she come back?
Lin Qianyuan was indeed extremely tired and could not perceive the movement around her. After a few seconds, she struggled to regain consciousness and said in a daze, "It's about work."
Pei Lanqing hummed lightly, asked no more questions, raised his hand and pulled her into his arms, patting her back gently to coax her to sleep.
The next morning, Qin Yi saw the new itinerary sent by Lin Qianyuan, booked the ticket, and informed her of the departure time.
Not receiving a reply for the time being, Qin Yi returned to the backyard room and packed his luggage briefly.
Wu Ma asked where they were going?
Qin replied as he folded clothes, "Ms. Lin's current foreign client lives in Yunnan. She has a greenhouse full of rare plants at home and hopes that Miss Lin can paint portraits of these plants."
Wu Ma nodded and asked, "When are we leaving?"
"Tomorrow night," Qin Yi muttered involuntarily, "Actually, I could have left today, but Miss Lin seemed particularly reluctant to leave. Excluding today's time, I might as well book the last flight tomorrow."
Aunt Wu couldn't help but laugh, feeling deeply understanding, and leaned over to help her pack. Seeing that she didn't bring much luggage, she guessed that she wouldn't be gone for long.
Lin Qianyuan just woke up and received the flight information sent by Qin Yi. He replied with a "hmm", exited the page, and made a call as usual.
No one answered the phone. She frowned, went to wash up, and then made another call.
This time I didn't have to wait long before the call was connected.
Lin Qianyuan was a little frustrated. "What were you doing just now?"
"Hmm?" Pei Lanqing released the mouse and replied slowly, "I was writing paperwork, so I didn't hear it in time."
Lin Qianyuan intuitively felt that something was strange, but she couldn't tell where it was. She didn't want to hang up, but she also knew that she had nothing more to say.
The phone was silent for a long time. She hesitated for a while and then lowered her head and said, "I'm hanging up."
Pei Lanqing seemed to have just come back to his senses, his eyes moved slightly, "Okay."
Lin Qianyuan hung up the phone.
She put down her phone, walked to the door, and when she tore off the note on the door, she suddenly realized something was strange. He didn't greet her as usual today. She was the one who asked the question at the beginning, and the conversation quickly became awkward.
Is he hiding something from her?
Lin Qianyuan thought that maybe he was too sensitive, shook his head and went to the kitchen to find food. He couldn't eat after just two bites, so he had to change his clothes and go out.
It was still drizzling today, and the rain and fog filled the art park. She put away her umbrella and stood in the studio, checking the construction progress as usual.
Liang Siyu was there too, looking at her casually, trying to hold back, but couldn't help asking, "Did you have a fight with Pei Lanqing?"
Lin Qianyuan stepped onto the second floor, frowning slightly, "No."
Given how stubborn she was, Liang Siyu said he found it hard to believe, especially since she obviously looked very worried.
Lin Qianyuan was stared at by him for a few seconds, his frown still unfurling, and he thought to himself, "Why do you say that?"
Liang Siyu felt that he had guessed correctly and chuckled, "I figured it out."
Lin Qianyuan looked at him.
Liang Siyu sighed and gestured at his face twice, "You look depressed."
Lin Qianyuan stepped on the gravel under his feet, his eyes flashing slightly, and he did not argue, "It is indeed a bit."
After hearing this, Liang Siyu touched his chin and walked around her. "Are you still Lin Qianyuan?"
He continued to circle around her, tut-tutting in amazement, "I've never seen such a thing in my life. I've never been able to wait for you to take the initiative to speak. I almost thought you would accuse me of talking nonsense."
"..." Lin Qianyuan lightly kicked the stone away, looking speechless, "When did I become like this?"
Liang Siyu's face was serious. "Every moment."
Perhaps because he was not completely clueless, Lin Qianyuan kept his mouth shut and tactfully avoided the topic, "He and I..."
She hesitated for a long time. "It's not really a quarrel. I just called him today, and then..."
Lin Qianyuan couldn't describe it. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was too sensitive.
Liang Siyu waited for several minutes but she didn't continue. Instead, he asked curiously, "How many times a day do you call him?" He recalled the times he had met with Pei Lanqing, his face showing hesitation. Finally, he said tactfully, "It should be quite frequent, right?"
Lin Qianyuan subconsciously unlocked his phone and looked through the records.
Liang Siyu held his breath, concentrating. She didn't even need to say anything; silence was the best answer. He touched his nose, maintaining his original perspective.
Her feelings for Pei Lanqing were abnormal. It was obvious that she liked him, but he had never seen anyone like someone so much. At the same time, her method of maintaining the relationship was also extreme.
The phone automatically turned off, and Lin Qianyuan stared at her reflection on the screen. After a few seconds, she put the phone away and said, "I'm going home."
Liang Siyu sighed inwardly, not knowing what to say. He moved his mouth and called the person over, "Lin Qianyuan, maybe this has nothing to do with it."
He could see that Pei Lanqing always answered the phone quickly, without any impatience on his face. Instead, when he came back after answering the phone, he had a smile on his face that he couldn't hide in time.
Lin Qianyuan stopped where she was. "Yeah," she replied, then walked down the stairs and into the rain and fog with an umbrella.
Uncle Chen was surprised at how she came back so quickly. He glanced back and slowly turned back. Her face looked very bad. After a while, Uncle Chen tried to ask, "Miss Lin, shall we go back directly?"
Lin Qianyuan was drawn back to his attention by this voice and closed his eyes to rest. "Yes, let's go home directly."
"Okay," Uncle Chen said no more, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, and sent her back.
Lin Qianyuan returned home and sat blankly on the sofa in the living room, doing nothing but staring at the bouquet of white wood fragrance on the coffee table.
After a long time, she didn't know what she was thinking, and mechanically walked into the study, trying to find the property agreement he had mentioned before.
Not remembering which drawer it was in, Lin Qianyuan casually opened the first drawer, and the first thing that caught his eye was a divorce agreement, written in black and white, and extremely clear.
The drizzle outside was continuous.
Knowing that Lin Qianyuan had very strict requirements for the design, Liang Siyu supervised the work very carefully. After the inspection, he got into the car in the rain and drove home.
In the evening, he suddenly received a call from Qin Yi.
Qin Yi was so anxious on the other end, but there was really nothing he could do. "Boss, do you have the contact information for Miss Lin's husband?"
Liang Siyu opened the door and felt puzzled. "Why did you suddenly think of asking this?"
Qin Yi glanced at the person sleeping on the table, hid in the private room bathroom, covered the receiver and whispered, "Miss Lin is drunk and can't hear anything I say. When I touch her, she hides away from me, asking me to stay away from her, and then starts repeating the same words."
"Which one?"
Qin Yi put down his hand, unable to explain, "She said she wanted to go home."
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