Chapter 89 Chapter 89 "It's not good to be jealous in there."...
"Okay." Pei Lanqing agreed to whatever she said. He washed his hands, wiped off the water droplets, and took her hand back to the living room. "Are you cold?"
He just realized that she had been squatting here with him for such a long time wearing only a sweater.
Lin Qianyuan shook her head. "I'm not cold," she said, her face stern, reminding him inexplicably serious, "I'm not afraid of the cold. Don't ask me that next time."
Pei Lanqing glanced at her, feeling both angry and amused. "I'm scared."
He took her to the sofa and poured her a cup of hot water. "Ask me next time."
"Cold is a yin evil, most likely to damage the body's yang energy. Just because you don't feel cold doesn't mean you don't need to dress warmly. Prevention is better before it happens."
Lin Qianyuan listened quietly, taking the cup with both hands. Warmth instantly spread throughout her body. She took a sip and said to him, "You know a lot."
Pei Lanqing smiled, touched her face, and told her frankly, "Because of you."
After saying this, he stopped talking, the corners of his lips slightly raised, he smiled faintly, his eyes fixed on her face, his gaze lingering.
Lin Qianyuan was stunned and stared at him without blinking.
She always thought that his eyes were very special, with obvious wrinkles on his eyelids and pupils that were very black, like ink, and looked extremely deep. When his gaze was focused, it made people feel that there was only room for a figure in it, and nothing else.
Pei Lanqing noticed her distraction and couldn't help but chuckle. Tentatively, he raised his hand and waved it in front of her eyes, teasing herself, "Why don't you react at all?"
"Reaction?" Lin Qianyuan's eyes flickered after hearing this, and he regained his attention, saying deliberately, "I don't understand."
Pei Lanqing looked at her seriously for a few seconds, then nodded, "Okay, then I'll explain it more clearly."
"Yeah," Lin Qianyuan sat upright and listened attentively.
Pei Lanqing's smile suddenly deepened, and he looked calm. "Lin Qianyuan, if possible, I would personally handle everything related to you, especially your health. However, everyone has their own expertise. All I can do is try my best to understand you. Because of you."
Lin Qianyuan's eyes were filled with a smile. He lowered his head, trying his best to hide it. Finally, a smile appeared on his lips, a hint of joy. "Oh."
"Oh." Pei Lanqing narrowed his eyes and repeated it like her. Feeling that it was not enough, he reached out and put the cup in her hand aside and hugged her in his arms.
Lin Qianyuan suppressed his smile.
Pei Lanqing lowered his head and bit her lips lightly, then scratched her waist and asked dissatisfiedly, "Is that all?"
Lin Qianyuan was ticklish, so she immediately fell into his arms and laughed. The hidden smile showed in her eyes, and he took her hand and kissed him on the lips.
Pei Lanqing also smiled and kissed her back deeply. When he pulled away, her breathing was still disordered, but she didn't avoid him at all. He helped her lie down on the sofa and continued kissing her.
Lin Qianyuan's breathing became increasingly disordered, his body temperature was still high, but his brows were slightly furrowed.
"Does it hurt?" he asked her.
Lin Qianyuan was a little confused. After a few seconds, she finally understood what he was asking. She shook her head twice, then nodded and uttered two words, "Sweater."
Pei Lanqing glanced down at her, understood what she meant, kissed her face, and carried her into the bedroom, "Why didn't you tell me you felt uncomfortable?"
Afraid that she would feel cold, she usually put some clothes under her, forgetting that she was wearing a sweater this time. After a long time, her back was rubbed red.
Lin Qianyuan put her arms around his neck and rested her face on his shoulder, not knowing how to answer for a moment.
"Hmm?" Pei Lanqing walked to the bedside, but did not put her down. He put his face against hers and waited for her with a smile.
Lin Qianyuan met his gaze, then looked away in an instant. After a long pause, he said, "Not bad."
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed he was about to speak again, so she covered his mouth and sheepishly demanded, "Don't ask anymore."
She just realized this situation.
Pei Lanqing raised his eyebrows slightly, put her down, took her hand, and replied obediently: "Okay, I won't ask."
As the time grew later, the night grew darker. The withered yellow sycamore leaves moved slowly in the moonlight. When the light reappeared in the house, it was already afternoon. The light and shadows swayed in the autumn wind, fine and dense.
Inside Teito University.
Lin Qianyuan arrived at the right time. He found the multimedia classroom according to the address, opened the door, and sat down in a random seat in the inconspicuous last row.
She raised her head.
The person standing at the front of the classroom looked over here as if he had sensed something. His face was still gentle, but with a little more tenderness. He smiled at her, then turned his head and continued to listen to the person next to him.
A sharp-eyed classmate followed Pei Lanqing's gaze and turned to take a look, then quickly turned back and whispered to his friend next to him, "Family members."
Lin Qianyuan withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened, lowered his head, and unconsciously stared at the ring on his hand, then curled the corners of his lips.
Unlike the others in the audience, she was not responsible for listening to the content in detail, but only looked at the people on the stage.
It was also on this campus that we first met. Unlike when he was young, after years of settling down, he now had a more mature and steady look between his brows. It turned out that he didn't often smile in front of outsiders, and when he did, it was only to be polite, slightly distant, but still gentle and dignified.
Lin Qianyuan was lost in thought after watching for a while. When it was over, she was still sitting there, waiting for him to leave together.
As she waited, she felt that the degree of alienation was not enough.
The question-and-answer session had already passed, but people continued to come forward, forming a small circle. Not only were there students, but there were also his colleagues and the teacher who had invited him.
The mineral water bottle in Lin Qianyuan's hand gradually lost its original shape and became distorted. She took a deep breath, let go of her hand, and left through the back door on her own.
After Pei Lanqing said goodbye to the teacher, he turned his attention to the back of the classroom, but he did not see the familiar figure again.
The expression on his face was obvious, and the teacher also looked over and said with a smile: "Wife? I saw that girl sitting there the whole time, and she doesn't look like a student of our college."
"Well," Pei Lanqing smiled, "I didn't have time to introduce her to you. Her name is Lin Qianyuan."
The teacher waved his hand, indicating that it was okay. "There will be another opportunity next time. Go ahead and do your work. I won't see you off."
Pei Lanqing said goodbye to him, nodded slightly to the others, and left the classroom.
Lin Qianyuan stood beside the sycamore tree behind the teaching building, stepping on the scattered shadows of the tree, then stopped, kicked the gravel at his feet depressedly, and suddenly raised his eyes.
Pei Lanqing also happened to see her, walked over to her, and brushed away the small leaves on her shoulder, "What's wrong with you?"
Lin Qianyuan wished him well. The depression in her heart was indescribable, and she didn't want to say it out loud. All the confusion was shown on her face, and she became more and more conflicted.
Pei Lanqing's eyes moved, and he smiled slightly. He tucked the loose hair behind her ear and asked softly, "Can't you tell me?"
Lin Qianyuan lowered his head and stared at one spot, then raised his head again, his eyes clearly filled with emotion as he began to mutter, "I understand and believe what you said last night, but how come anyone can chat with you? It's so annoying. What is there to talk about? I don't like this, but I can't stop you from talking to them, so I came out."
"It's not good to be jealous in there."
Pei Lanqing's heart softened after hearing what she said. He subconsciously hugged her in his arms, but he couldn't help but asked with a smile, "Do you want to eat this too?"
"Yeah," Lin Qianyuan hugged him back and responded muffledly, but she also knew that this was her own problem, so she stood on tiptoe and kissed him, comforting herself, "Okay, it's okay."
Pei Lanqing laughed, not caring whether the occasion was appropriate or not, and then kissed her forehead, "Don't be angry anymore, okay?"
She didn't answer, so he kissed her many times.
Lin Qianyuan was coaxed into giving him a hug, and said with a smile, "Okay."
Pei Lanqing touched her hair, found her hand and held it, "Would you like to take me to the Art Academy? I want to take a look."
After he said that, Lin Qianyuan would not refuse and took him into the gate of the Art Academy. It was still the same corridor with photos of famous alumni hanging on one side.
Pei Lanqing looked at it for a while. The person in the photo was intelligent and generous, smiling, and had an approachable temperament. He looked at his facial features carefully and found that the clear and beautiful lines were exactly the same as those of the people around him.
Lin Qianyuan's face showed no expression. Only after he finished looking and walked out did she seem to be able to breathe again and feel relieved.
Pei Lanqing took her hand, as if to change the subject, "Did you adopt the cat later? The students at school thought it was missing and were worried for a long time."
Due to the large number of stray cats on campus, some students who care about animals have spontaneously formed an organization and set up an association specifically to take care of them, which inevitably requires record keeping.
Pei Lanqing thought for a moment and said, "I checked the website at noon, and there's a photo of it there. I also contacted the student in charge and asked her to help mark it as missing. It's been adopted."
"Did you give it a name?"
"have."
Pei Lanqing was a little curious, "What's your name?"
"younger sister."
Pei Lanqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "It sounds good."
Lin Qianyuan had no objection, returned to the car, and went to the Chinese medicine clinic with him.
With both dietary and medicinal supplements, and her recent regular work and rest schedule, her physical condition has improved a lot. However, she still has to continue taking Chinese medicine. This treatment requires long-term persistence to maintain the effect, otherwise it will only be a short-term phenomenon.
The smell of medicine at home had changed, but it was still just as unpleasant. Lin Qianyuan had a bitter face, but he was used to it. He drank it in one gulp, and then relied on grapefruit candy to soothe the bitterness.
After enduring this late autumn, the city has completely ushered in winter. This year's New Year comes especially early. After New Year's Day and approaching the Spring Festival, the roadsides are hung with exquisite red lanterns.
Qin Yi had never celebrated the Spring Festival. When she heard that Wu Ma was going out to buy New Year's goods, she was excited to go with her. She put the box of meat into the shopping cart, then took out her cell phone and prepared to make a call.
After Wu Ma had picked out the vegetables, she casually asked, "Who are you going to call?"
"Ms. Lin," Qin Yi was waiting for the call to connect, "I'll ask her what she wants to eat, and I'll make it for her when the time comes."
"Oh, yes, and Lawyer Pei, he will also come over to have dinner with us."
The phone was connected, and Qin Yi repeated the two sentences verbatim. The first answer she received was "whatever," and the second was "I still need to ask."
"Okay." Qin didn't delay at all and waited for the call to end.
Lin Qianyuan put down her phone and turned to go back to work. She waited until Pei Lanqing came back from get off work before she opened the studio door and asked him in person.
"It's all right," Pei Lanqing listened to her, but he also had a question for her, "Do you want to go home with me for the New Year this time?"
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The author has something to say: I’m still writing late, I’m very sorry. I took some medicine at noon and couldn’t help but take a nap, and the alarm clock didn’t wake me up.
I was supposed to be on vacation, but I ended up spending the entire holiday treating my illness. I didn't live on campus, I lived at home. My mom was very strict about my rest. After all, my illness was caused by my immune system. She also didn't let me use electronic devices much, so I had to write in secret (laughing and crying). I didn't dare disobey her for fear of worrying her too much. It was really quite serious. I had a rash all over my body, it was extremely itchy, and the redness and swelling even extended to my face. I also had a foreign body sensation in my throat, as if I was about to have difficulty breathing. I was still scared to death.
Speaking of which, maternal love in my family is also complicated. The other day when I was receiving an IV drip, I complained to my mother that I didn’t want to see anyone anymore and my face was so swollen as if I had gained 20 pounds. My mother told me that she would take me shopping for clothes in the evening because I would never have such fat on my face again. It would definitely be a different feeling. I was immediately moved to tears. However, on the same day, when I was leaving the hospital after the IV drip, since the school was near the hospital, she saw many people entering with an appointment when she passed by, and she insisted on pulling me to swipe her card to let in, saying that she hadn’t had a good time shopping either. The temperature here has been unusually high these days, as if it were midsummer, so in the middle of the day, I accompanied her around the campus and took pictures of her despite being sweating profusely because I didn’t take any sun protection measures due to my skin disease. She is truly my real mother (it’s hard to hold back)
I won’t say anymore, I haven’t taken the medicine yet…
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