Chapter 83 Chapter 83 "I love you too, can you...
Lin Qianyuan's gaze continued to fall on her face, without saying a word.
Qin Yi didn't dare to speculate any further. He took two steps back in fear, wanting to leave. "No, just pretend I didn't say anything. Everything..."
Lin Qianyuan looked away and replied calmly, "No."
Qin Yi uttered an "oh." If she said it was not true, then it was not true. "Then are you still having dinner?"
"Eat," Lin Qianyuan said, still sitting there. "Wait for me downstairs."
"Okay," Qin Yi closed the door and left.
Lin Qianyuan touched the gauze on his right wrist, stared at it for a while, and prepared to stand up.
The cell phone next to the easel rang. She glanced at it and sat back. After it vibrated several times in a row, she breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the phone to answer it.
Pei Lanqing gently closed the studio door and paused. "Aren't you home?"
Lin Qianyuan lowered her head and stared at the gauze again. "No," she added, "I'm busy with work."
Pei Lanqing nodded. "Are you coming back for dinner?"
"I..." Lin Qianyuan raised his eyelashes slightly, with hesitation on his face.
Pei Lanqing went to the restaurant and casually took out the ingredients from the shopping bag and put them in the refrigerator. After a long while, he didn't wait for her to speak again. He unconsciously responded, "Hmm?"
Lin Qianyuan heard the rustling of the plastic bag and drooped his eyelashes obediently. "Go back."
Pei Lanqing smiled, closed the refrigerator door, and asked gently, "About when will you be back?"
Lin Qianyuan grabbed the pearls on her skirt and said hesitantly, "Now."
Pei Lanqing was slightly stunned, then reopened the refrigerator door, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Okay, then I'll wait for you at home."
Lin Qianyuan hummed lightly and hung up the phone.
She picked up her bag, turned off the light in the attic, and went downstairs. When she reached the first floor, she saw the two people standing at the dining table waiting for her to eat. She said quietly, "I'm going home."
Wu Ma and Qin Yi looked at each other for a few seconds, then glanced at Lin Qianyuan's wrist, feeling a little worried. "Young lady, aren't you staying here for dinner?"
"No."
Wu Ma looked up at her. She couldn't tell what emotion she had on her face, but she was worried, so she asked bluntly, "Did you have a fight with Teacher Pei?"
She had long been accustomed to the old way of calling it and couldn't change it.
Lin Qianyuan frowned, confused, "No."
The stone in Wu Ma's heart finally fell to the ground. "That's good, that's good." She smiled and walked him to the entrance. "It's good that there was no quarrel. When you go back, remember to pay more attention to the wound on your wrist. Don't let it get wet, and remember to change the bandage frequently."
"Okay," Lin Qianyuan changed his shoes, pushed the door and left.
Qin Yi stood behind Wu Ma, looking around at the glass door in front of her. After confirming that Lin Qianyuan had gotten into the car and left, she peeked over Wu Ma's shoulder and asked, "Auntie, was Miss Lin's husband her teacher?"
Qin Yi was a little puzzled. "But isn't he a lawyer? And he doesn't look that old. I thought they were classmates."
Wu Ma was startled by her sudden appearance. She patted her chest and smiled, "Not a classmate, but not a teacher like you see in school either. She's a tutor."
"Tutor? Then isn't it a bit inappropriate for them to do this?" Qin Yi recalled for a moment, walked around to her and asked curiously, "Auntie, who liked who first? It definitely wasn't Miss Lin, right?"
"But they seem to have a very good relationship. Miss Lin also looks very different in front of her husband. I can't describe it, but... she seems less serious and even smiles. It's the kind of happiness that comes from the heart."
Qin Yi couldn't help but talk non-stop, and finally concluded: "As long as Miss Lin is happy, there's not a big age difference between them anyway, right?"
Knowing how they met, Aunt Wu nodded slightly and said what she could, "They seem to be the same age. If not, then there is about a year difference in age."
"At that time, Teacher Pei had just started college, and Miss was in high school. To be precise, they only spent a little over a year together. You know what happened later. Miss went abroad to study, so we had less contact, but it seemed like they'd always been like this."
Mother Wu thought for a moment and smiled, "It's always been like this. They seem to have a good relationship. In my impression, they never quarrel."
Qin Yi felt relieved when he heard this, and couldn't help but smile, even his eyes narrowed.
Wu Ma was surprised. "Why do you look so happy?"
"Really?" Qin Yi touched his face and made a final decision, "That may be because I think Miss Lin is happy."
She stood there alone, grinning foolishly for a moment, then took Wu Ma's arm and walked with her toward the backyard. "Auntie, you have no idea how cool Miss Lin was today. Later, she kicked that person off the list for this art fair."
"Oh, there's this?"
"Yes, Ms. Lin is one of the investors."
Wu Ma smiled and clarified as if nothing had happened, "He was at fault first, otherwise my young lady would never have done such a thing. She's a very kind person."
Qin nodded and said firmly, "I feel the same way."
Lin Qianyuan arrived downstairs of the unit, looked up, and then looked down at the gauze on her wrist. She had just wrapped another layer of gauze on it in the car, and she could still smell a faint smell of medicine.
She took a deep breath, put down her hand, and went into the building.
When she reached the door of her house, she began to hesitate again. He must have thought that she was very violent and that hitting people was not good. She should have taken other approaches from the beginning. But if she had to say it now, she didn't regret it. He deserved to be beaten, otherwise how could he learn his lesson.
Lin Qianyuan stopped at the door, hesitated for a long time, turned his back, faced the tile wall and scratched it. After scratching for a long time, he was still not sure whether he should go in. He lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, and decided to go downstairs slowly.
The door of the house was opened at this time.
Pei Lanqing tied up the fishy-smelling garbage bag and placed it by the door. He looked up and saw her figure clearly. He was a little confused, "Why don't you come in?"
"Huh?" Lin Qianyuan didn't show any panic from being caught. He turned around calmly and said calmly, "I just got here."
"Oh," Pei Lanqing pretended not to notice the stair button that was already lit, and moved aside to make room for her.
Lin Qianyuan's eyes dodged, then he coughed lightly, walked past him without looking at him, and entered the house.
The door behind him was closed again.
Lin Qianyuan glanced in that direction while changing his shoes, then changed his shoes, ignored the smell of food coming from the kitchen, walked straight around the restaurant, sat down in the middle of the sofa, and said nothing.
Pei Lanqing was going to turn off the fire and didn't notice her action. After he had completely arranged the meal, he left the dining table half-comprehendingly and walked to the sofa in the living room.
Lin Qianyuan lowered her head slightly. When she noticed him coming, she straightened her back imperceptibly, glanced at him casually, crossed her legs, and put her hair up without speaking first.
The two of them stared at each other for a long time. Pei Lanqing vaguely realized something and tried his best to suppress his smile. "Aren't you going to have dinner?"
Lin Qianyuan frowned, glanced at him casually, and bent down to adjust the hem of her skirt.
Pei Lanqing couldn't help laughing. He walked over and sat next to her. It wasn't that there wasn't a place to sit, but he was very close to her. He took her right hand and held it tightly. Then he turned his head and looked into her eyes and asked, "Do you have something to say to me?"
Lin Qianyuan was thrown by his series of actions, especially since he was still sizing her up close. She pursed her lips, her face stern, her demeanor no less than before, and said, "You have something to say to me."
Pei Lanqing smiled after hearing this, then leaned closer to her and asked, "What do I want to tell you?"
Lin Qianyuan endured the sudden approach of the clean breath, his face flushed, his body leaning back repeatedly, and he stammered, "I don't know."
Pei Lanqing lowered his eyelashes slightly, kissed the corner of her lips, and then looked up at her eyes.
Lin Qianyuan looked at him, feeling a little confused.
Before she could react, Pei Lanqing let go of her hand, put his hands on her waist, pushed her down, and kissed her in the corner of the sofa.
There was still confusion in Lin Qianyuan's eyes, and the hand on her waist unconsciously moved upwards. She was not wearing a dress today, and her top was a little short. When she was standing, it covered her waist for the time being. When she sat down or raised her hand, her back would be slightly exposed, which made it easier for him to move.
Pei Lanqing's hand gently pressed along the spine on Lin Qianyuan's back, causing her to shudder. She came to her senses and closed her eyes in response.
I don't know how long it took before the kiss ended.
To take care of her injured right hand, Pei Lanqing held her left wrist and pulled her up. "Is the injury serious?"
Lin Qianyuan shook his head, returning to his normal self, and answered honestly, "It's not serious."
Pei Lanqing peeled back the gauze and examined it carefully. "Lin Qianyuan," he went to get the medicine box and opened the lid. "I don't mean to blame you, and I have no right to blame you. Maybe I did something this afternoon that you misunderstood, but that wasn't my intention."
Lin Qianyuan didn't say anything. After a few seconds, she spoke slowly, "You frowned."
He and she only exchanged two sentences in the car. Apart from that, his brows were furrowed, and nothing else happened.
Pei Lanqing thought about it carefully, smiled and kissed her, "I wasn't blaming her."
After he finished speaking, he stared at her eyes intently, feeling somewhat resentful. "You can think of how to protect others, but you never take my words to heart and always forget them."
Pei Lanqing lowered his head and spoke softly, "Didn't you promise me that you wouldn't hurt yourself again? Your hands are very important to you, especially since the injury is on your right hand. I know this is part of your strategy, but I can't help but worry, so it's not a blame."
"Lin Qianyuan..."
Lin Qianyuan understood, leaned over and kissed him, nodded with a smile, "I'm here."
Pei Lanqing raised his eyes, and then he was thrown into her arms, his body pressed underneath her, and she was staring at him intently.
"Aren't you afraid of me?" Lin Qianyuan moved closer to him, looked straight into his eyes, and told him, "I hit someone."
Pei Lanqing looked at her. "Why are you afraid?" He touched her head. "This is a good thing. This way I know you won't be bullied by others. Don't worry about it. Just do it. I'll take care of the rest."
"So you don't like me because of this?"
"No, I love you."
"Oh," Lin Qianyuan buried her face in the crook of his neck and rubbed it a few times, her voice muffled and soft, "Pei Lanqing."
"Hmm?" Pei Lanqing smiled and continued to touch her hair.
Lin Qianyuan leaned on him and kissed him, "I love you too, can you please not be angry?"
"His arm was injured, too. Did you see that? I hit it in a few places with a bottle."
Pei Lanqing frowned slightly upon hearing this, and with a rare serious expression on his face, he said solemnly, "Lin Qianyuan, you are you, and he is him. You are different from him, so why do you want to compare yourself with him?"
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