Chapter 85 Chapter 85 "I thought you were not here."...
Pei Lanqing was distracted by her sudden movement. When he regained his attention, Lin Qianyuan just stepped back, pursed her lips and looked up at him, with a hint of resentment in her eyes.
Pei Lanqing couldn't help laughing, leaned over and kissed her, "I was asking you seriously just now."
This time, when she drank the medicine, her expression was even more tense than last time, and her wrinkled face never relaxed.
Lin Qianyuan reluctantly accepted this statement, folding his arms across his chest. After a few seconds, he turned away again, unkindly saying, "I was answering you seriously just now."
Pei Lanqing nodded, trying hard to suppress his smile, raised his arms to hold her waist, pulled her into his arms, and leaned down to kiss her slowly.
Lin Qianyuan felt a little itchy, but she didn't hide. She put down her hand and faced him. This time, the corners of her lips were slightly curved, and her eyes looked even brighter. "Is it not bitter?"
"Yes," Pei Lanqing smiled and hugged her, his chin resting on the crook of her neck, their breathing in each other's ears. "Are you sleepy?"
Lin Qianyuan leaned in his arms and nodded, "It's okay, I still have some work to deal with."
Her right hand was injured, making it difficult for her to do anything, and her speed naturally slowed down.
After listening to this, Pei Lanqing gently held her hand, looked down at her, and said nothing.
The person who had unconsciously closed her eyes for a long time did not notice the movement around her. She paused to rest, opened her eyes, looked in the direction of his gaze, and moved her mouth, "It doesn't hurt."
Pei Lanqing still lowered his head, then sighed, raised his hand and rubbed her head, saying gently, "I know."
"Yeah," Lin Qianyuan looked up at him and nodded continuously.
Pei Lanqing smiled and let her go, letting her go to the studio to work. He stayed here to wash away all the remaining medicine residue in the kitchen before returning to the study.
There was something new in the middle of the bookcase: a bronze statue of Justitia, the goddess of justice.
Pei Lanqing looked for a while, then turned around and sat at the desk. A bright beam of light was cast on the floor in front of the desk, coming from the studio whose door was not closed tightly.
Lin Qianyuan raised her hand, blinked, and put it down again. She could feel a tingling sensation in her wrist bones. She frowned, put the palette knife back in its place, changed to a sketchbook, and tried to sketch.
The movement was not big, but not long after, she felt something strange in her hand again. She had no choice but to give up, turn off the lights and leave the studio, sitting at a low table in the corner of the study with a book in her arms.
Pei Lanqing checked the printed document on the computer and only looked up at her when she came in.
As if he thought of something, he stood up and walked towards her, checked her hand, and confirmed that there was nothing serious. He felt relieved and returned to his desk to continue his own work.
Lin Qianyuan flipped through the book in his hand, but felt bored. He turned to look for a book in his bookcase and pointed, "Can I take a look?"
Pei Lanqing made some room for her, "That's convenient."
Lin Qianyuan picked out one of them and opened a page at random. It was full of handwritten notes and exuded a slight scent of ink.
Judging from the handwriting style, it was probably written during the time when he was tutoring her. There are very few connected strokes and the handwriting is neat.
Pei Lanqing noticed that she had been standing there without moving, and looked over unconsciously, seeing that her eyebrows were slightly curved.
I don't know what he was thinking, he shook his head and smiled, continuing to stare at the computer and edit emails.
Lin Qianyuan chose a book, returned to the low table, half-lay on the sofa, covered himself with a thin blanket and opened the first page.
She didn't know how long she had been watching. When she regained consciousness, she was in the master bedroom, the next morning.
Lin Qianyuan was a little confused. He pushed the quilt away and sat up, looking around as if he was anxiously looking for something.
Pei Lanqing opened the bathroom door and saw this scene. He walked over with a smile and said, "The book is still on the sofa in the study. It's not lost."
Lin Qianyuan nodded and looked at him without blinking. Then she suddenly lowered her eyes, dropped a tear, and her eyes turned red. She opened her arms to hug him.
Pei Lanqing sat down on the bed, held her in his arms, patted her back, and asked gently, "What's wrong?"
Lin Qianyuan hugged him back, hugging him tightly, feeling insecure, "I thought you were not here."
So she was not looking for a book just now, but was looking for a cell phone to contact him.
"I'm right here." Pei Lanqing roughly understood what was going on. He continued to move his hands and smiled softly, "Are you having a nightmare?"
"Yeah," Lin Qianyuan closed his eyes and nodded. He hadn't recovered yet and there was a slight sob in his words.
She dreamed that she went back to the time when she didn’t know him, went to school, painted and went home alone. Later, she stayed in China to study and was admitted to Imperial Capital University, but still didn’t know him until she participated in this art fair.
Also in the police station, he was her attorney and spoke to her politely, calmly and distantly.
When she met him again, he was having dinner with his friends. She was sitting alone at a table not far from them, just in a position to see what was going on at their table. The men and women sitting at the same table kept talking to him, but she didn't know what they were talking about, but bursts of laughter could be heard from time to time.
She felt inexplicably uncomfortable, her face turned cold, and she picked up her bag and wanted to leave.
"Lawyer Pei." Qin Yi, who had just opened the door, saw him and greeted him with a smile. After that, he saw Lin Qianyuan who was about to leave, "Ms. Lin, aren't you going to eat?"
"Well, I don't want to eat anymore." She replied.
Qin Yi didn't dare to say anything more and followed her out awkwardly.
"Ms. Lin," Qin Yi suddenly turned around and glanced, "They say Lawyer Pei has a girlfriend. Who do you think it is?"
The person in front of him suddenly stopped. Qin Yi was caught off guard and hurriedly stopped, but still bumped into her shoulder.
Lin Qianyuan turned back, his inner discomfort reaching its peak, "You..."
"Lin Qianyuan."
Pei Lanqing looked down at her and reached out to wipe away her tears. "Don't be afraid. Dreams are fake. I'm right here."
Lin Qianyuan looked at him. Her morning dream stopped at the moment when he pushed the door and called her name. Then she was awakened, but she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.
Pei Lanqing noticed that she was staring at him blankly again, smiled lightly, and kissed her cheek, "Really, this is not a dream."
Lin Qianyuan finally smiled, hugged him, looked up, and asked, "Do you like me?"
Pei Lanqing looked into her eyes, and there was also a clear light in his eyes, "Lin Qianyuan, I love you very much."
Lin Qianyuan had been coaxed into giving up thinking about that false dream, but she didn't let him go either. She pressed him down and laid him down, burying her head in his face, sullenly saying, "Pei Lanqing, can you come back earlier today?"
Pei Lanqing placed his hand on her waist and said with a smile, "I have to go to the procuratorate today. I can't explain the specific details of the case I'm going to handle. Can you do your best?"
Lin Qianyuan hummed, without looking up.
Pei Lanqing didn't rush her. He touched her hair and reminded her, "Don't be stubborn when working. If the progress is slow, then go slow. Wait until your hand is fully healed before you continue."
"Okay," Lin Qianyuan agreed, looked at the time, quickly sat up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
She went into the bathroom to wash up, and when she came out, breakfast was on the dining table as usual.
Lin Qianyuan didn't have much of an appetite this morning. He stopped eating after a few bites and stared at him in a daze the whole time.
Pei Lanqing followed her without saying anything. Before going out to work, she walked to the door with him. As usual, he leaned over and hugged her, coaxing her into submission before opening the door.
Before the door was closed, Lin Qianyuan grabbed the door handle, tiptoed over and kissed him on the lips, then quickly withdrew and closed the door.
Pei Lanqing couldn't help laughing as he watched the door of his house close in front of him.
Lin Qianyuan returned to the master bedroom, lay on the bed and tried to sleep for a while, but couldn't fall asleep, so he had to go to the studio.
Because the injury was in a special location, Lin Qianyuan's finishing work on the painting was delayed for several days.
During this period, Qin Yi wanted to persuade her to put her work aside from time to time. The main reason was that every time she saw the gauze on her hand, she always felt guilty. But ever since Lin Qianyuan casually said to her one day: "This has nothing to do with you, why do you think so much?"
Qin Yi immediately stopped feeling sad and said, "Oh."
On the opening day of the art fair, Lin Qianyuan was reading a book at home. She read the book intermittently, sometimes before going to bed. As she read, she became more sleepy and fell asleep several times.
However, every time she stopped at a page, a corner of it was folded, so she was not afraid of not being able to find it.
Lin Qianyuan flipped through the pages and found herself sitting alone at the desk when her cell phone suddenly rang. She bent over to see who was calling, picked up the phone, leaned back on the sofa, and pressed the answer button.
Liang Siyu was recently on a business trip and was so busy that he couldn't even eat a few bites. Information was overwritten too quickly, and only now did he see the text message Qin Yi sent a long time ago. He exclaimed, "Lin Qianyuan, did you hit someone again?"
Lin Qianyuan casually put the book on the table, his brow slightly unhappy, "What's wrong?"
Liang Siyu chuckled, "Yes."
He seemed to be sitting in a car, and the road conditions were not very good, with a traffic jam. The driver honked his horn, "I heard from Qin Yi that your husband helped you. How is it? Did he feel scared by you?"
The displeasure between Lin Qianyuan's brows intensified. "Who are you referring to?"
Liang Siyu didn't notice her strangeness and said carelessly, "Pei Lanqing, who else could it be?"
Lin Qianyuan had a cold face and a blank expression. "Why do you ask that?"
After hearing this, Liang Siyu couldn't help but complain in his heart, why don't you have any idea when I ask this?
In his impression, she seldom took action to deal with others, and basically relied on taunting others with her mouth. However, if she did take action, the consequences were often disastrous, to the point where he would break out in cold sweats just thinking about it.
Probably because it didn't affect their relationship, Liang Siyu chuckled, "Nothing, I just asked casually."
After saying that, he added a few more words, "You just let him go like that? I don't believe you're so kind."
Lin Qianyuan smiled faintly and admitted the fact openly, "Indeed not."
She pondered for a few seconds, then spoke again in a very calm tone, as if discussing the weather with him. "I've removed him from the list."
Liang Siyu nodded suddenly, "That's it?"
"Yeah, that's it."
Liang Siyu still didn't quite believe it, and reiterated seriously, "Lin Qianyuan, you really didn't choose any illegal means?"
Lin Qianyuan remained patient and said, "No."
Liang Siyu felt a little relieved, muttering to himself that there's someone in your family who understands the law, but one should always be aware of the dangers of being close to the red. After muttering a few words, he lowered his voice slyly, "Tell me the truth, did you find Pei Lanqing in order to leave yourself a way out?"
Lin Qianyuan frowned, "What escape route?"
Liang Siyu had an indescribable expression on his face, but he remained calm and composed. "You know it clearly in your heart."
Lin Qianyuan was too lazy to pay attention to him and opened the book again, "I'm hanging up."
Liang Siyu just arrived at the airport. After hearing her hang up the phone, he put down his phone and received several work documents.
Not long after, Lin Qianyuan received another call from Liang Siyu. Perhaps he thought she was busy, so the call was automatically cancelled before she answered. However, messages continued to flood the chat box between her and him.
Liang Siyu sent a bunch of words expressing his happy cooperation and attached a voice message, "Lin Qianyuan, just pretend that I didn't say anything just now. Your feelings are the most important. Please don't kick me off the list of partners one day."
Lin Qianyuan had no idea what he was up to and clicked on the next post. "Can you understand how sad I feel when I suddenly realize that I haven't earned as much as you have from just one painting after all this hard work? No, that's not right. Is it joy?"
"..." Lin Qianyuan politely replied: [Probably.]
Liang Siyu started scrolling through the screen non-stop again. She had long been accustomed to it, and had also long been accustomed to ignoring it and putting down her phone to read.
In the afternoon, Qin Yi came to report to her on his work and brought her a painting. After the report was finished, she looked at Lin Qianyuan examining the painting and asked her, "Ms. Lin, are you really not selling this painting?"
"Although you didn't agree to the exhibition, someone found the gallery's official website based on other works. The gallery owner told me that several people wanted to buy today, and the prices they offered were very impressive."
Lin Qianyuan nodded and checked the painting under the sidelight to see if there were any cracks. She looked carefully for a few minutes before firmly replying, "Not for sale."
Qin Yi didn't say anything more.
Lin Qianyuan found the tools to remove the old protective varnish from the painting. Seeing that she was still looking at her, she continued to work on her own things. "Anything else?"
"Ah?" Qin Yi shook his head repeatedly, "No more."
Hearing that she didn't want her to stay here, she left quickly.
Lin Qianyuan worked on the restoration work for the whole afternoon. In the evening, she returned to her bedroom and took a nap. When Pei Lanqing arrived home, she was still asleep with her face buried in the quilt as usual.
Pei Lanqing smiled and pulled down the quilt, looked at her quietly for a while, then leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
He stood up and prepared to go out to cook.
The door of the studio was not closed tightly, and the curtains inside seemed to have been drawn up, covering the room tightly so that not a single ray of light from the streetlights outside could penetrate.
Worried that the smell of cooking would drift in, Pei Lanqing subconsciously wanted to close the door tightly, but the window behind the curtain was not closed. The wind rustled the leaves of the sycamore tree, and then blew the rice paper on the table, making a rustling sound.
Pei Lanqing pushed the door open and turned on the light. The lights in the room were bright, focusing on the painting on the easel.
The sycamore tree in the painting is lush and leafy, with a man and a cat squatting under the tree. The painting does not have the common dark tones, but is very soft.
The works on canvas often reflect the creative mood of the creator. Does she like this person very much?
Pei Lanqing approached the painting and saw the date of the signature in an inconspicuous place. It happened to be the year he had just met her.
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