Chapter 179 Extra 3
Tong Zhongyuan thought Qin Tian would scold Ming Yuanxing once he left, but she didn't. On the way back to the pavilion, white doves fluttered across the lawn. Her eyes followed the flock, and her warm fingers touched his hand. She placed hers in his, and they slowly walked back hand in hand.
"Have you thought about what you're going to do here next?" she asked.
For the past week, they've been a love-struck couple, each one head-over-heels in love. Nothing else matters except love. She naturally assumes that while Tong Zhongyuan came to Shanghai for her, he also chose the Shanghai Museum.
The pigeons cooed, flapped their wings, and flew away from their feet.
When he heard the words from the Nu Shu translated by He Wu, he booked his flight without hesitation. On the way from London to Shanghai, he had only one thought: if he could only choose one most precious person or thing in life, he would have already chosen it.
He understood Ming Yuanxing's implication; he knew this was also Qin Tian's wish. Although entering the Shanghai Museum had never been his ideal choice, he had no regrets. He had chosen the best fortune.
"I can join the Shanghai Bo team," he replied, "but it will take some time. I need to go back and hand over some things before then."
Qin Tian's steps slowed down until he stopped. He raised his head and gazed at his face.
"Do you want to join Shangbo?"
For a moment, he was silent. He had missed the opportunity to say something against his will.
There was understanding in her eyes, but no disappointment. She brushed her fingers across his beautiful eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth rose.
"Then don't come to Shangbo. Shangbo doesn't need you."
He still didn't say anything and let her fiddle with his eyebrows.
Her hand left his eyebrows, cupped his face, and stared at him: "But you are the only one I have, and I want you to be happy. I don't want you to be wronged, not even a little bit."
The summer breeze blew through the treetops, casting a dazzling array of colorful circles. His breath brushed across her cheek, a refreshing air enveloping her. He held her lips, kissing her tenderly and passionately amidst the chirping of cicadas.
Tong Zhongyuan had come to the Shanghai Museum to continue restoring Yuan blue and white porcelain. The news quickly spread throughout the museum, but no one cared about the second half of the sentence.
"Did you know? His girlfriend is Qin Tian from the Appraisal Department. He must have come to China just for her."
"Ah? Isn't Qin Tian a couple with Tang Zhixu from the calligraphy and painting department?"
"It seems like they haven't talked about it yet. Maybe they have a good relationship. If something like this was going to happen, it would have happened a long time ago."
"Okay. What a pity, Xiaoman from our department keeps mentioning Tang Zhixu every other day. Everyone can see that she likes him. I should have persuaded her to go along with him earlier."
"It's not too late now. He has a bright future. After Wang Qiqing retired early, the position of deputy director in charge of calligraphy, painting and sculpture was left unfilled, so Tang is acting as the deputy director. Rumors are circulating that he might be promoted after a few years."
"Xiaoman got married earlier this year..."
Tang Zhixu was in Beijing for a meeting when he received the news that Tong Zhongyuan had arrived. He picked up his phone, glanced at the pop-up message, and then closed it and continued with the meeting.
After Wang Qiqing left, his workload increased significantly, and he also had to prepare for a personal art exhibition. This level of busyness was enough to squeeze out all emotions other than work. But that night, he couldn't help but think of Qin Tian and Tong Zhongyuan.
This summer, nine years after he met Qin Tian, his best friend and the girl he cherished most found her own happiness.
That night, he had a sip of wine, spread out rice paper, and painted a picture of Langtaosha.
Let’s drink to the east wind and be at ease together.
Tong Zhongyuan officially started work at the museum on Wednesday. Seeing Tong Zhongyuan, Song Suiyang was so excited she almost cried. Her divine master had lost weight in the past six months and had become even more extraordinary.
Tong Zhongyuan still smiled faintly at her, but there was more warmth in his eyes.
"How's the repair going?"
What else could she do? After he left, with Ming Yuanxing's encouragement, she bravely undertook the relatively simple restoration work on the Yuan blue and white porcelain. She had made some progress in the past six months, but she was still debating whether to challenge herself or simply pack up and send the remaining pieces back to the National Museum.
Tong Zhongyuan's arrival was a timely relief, and all the problems were solved. Tong Zhongyuan carefully examined her repaired parts. Qin Tian was right. Song Suiyang was talented, but she just needed a guide.
Now he is no longer in a rush and is repairing the house at a leisurely pace, which will be completed in a month at most.
That night, Qin Tian asked about this matter, and he explained the progress. After listening, she thought: "Will you go back after the restoration of the Yuan blue and white porcelain is completed?"
He'd discussed it with Qin Tian over the past couple of days, and they still felt that opening a studio in Hong Kong was the most practical option. It was a two-hour flight, so he could go there when needed, and stay in Shanghai when not. Even if Eithans withdrew, Qin Tian could still fill the demand for thermoluminescence.
Despite his confidence, Qin Tian still felt a vague sense of unease. She knew Tong Zhongyuan had come for her, and she shouldn't hold back. But she still wondered, they were just a couple just beginning their passionate love affair. Would he really not regret it once the passion faded?
Tong Zhongyuan knew that such a feeling of unease could not be dispelled by a promise or comfort. Time was on his side, and from now on, he had a long time to prove to her that he had no regrets in his life.
"No rush. I want to rest for a while after I finish repairing the Yuan blue and white porcelain." He lay lazily on the sofa, playing with her hair.
Are you kidding me? Let him go back after a month? He's in high spirits right now, how could he leave her?
"Okay. Let's think about what to do this weekend? The last time you came here, it was half a year, and you hardly went anywhere. Shanghai has changed a lot now, and it's completely different from before. How about I be your tour guide and take you out for some fun?" she said excitedly.
He grabbed the ends of her hair and covered his face with it, taking a deep breath to smell her unique sweet fragrance. In fact, he didn't want to go anywhere, he just wanted to stay at home with her and do whatever he wanted.
This week, the sexual desire has not been relieved because it has been satisfied. Instead, it is like opening up a new continent and the desire to explore new areas has become stronger.
"...Wukang Road is also OK, but it's too crowded. Or Zhujiajiao? There's a place with delicious stinky tofu..."
She was still there, bending her fingers to count the scenic spots, when her hand was held and pulled down. She lost her balance and fell on him, her head resting on his chest, and her black hair fell on his neck.
His hands gradually moved up along her waistline, gently pinching and twisting it.
Her breath on his collarbone was gradually speeding up, and the skin covered by his palm was quickly getting hot.
"Tong Zhongyuan, I'm talking to you about something serious..." Although these words were powerful, she said them softly and weakly, with the ending tone being intermittent like a breath.
"Yeah," he murmured, adjusting his stance and wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing her against him. "I'm listening."
Qin Tian felt that she was a little short of oxygen, her mind was in a mess, and she couldn't remember what she was talking about before. She forced herself to concentrate and tried to pull her thoughts back.
"We can also go to Disneyland. Last time... we didn't even see the fireworks."
Tong Zhongyuan's hand stopped. He lowered his head and kissed her hair.
This was the memory he most wanted to erase. For the past six months, he'd been brooding over his mistakes, like someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder. If he'd done everything right from the start, would Qin Tian have changed his mind? Then they could have been together.
And that vague promise they had made back then, to visit her mother together. Now, he should have the status to visit her mother's grave.
"Okay, let's go to Disneyland." He rubbed her hair tenderly.
As Qin Tian relaxed, his finally focused attention scattered, leaving only his senses amplified. She pressed against his chest to prop herself up a little, looking down at him from close. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, his deep, piercing eyes fixed on her face.
She leaned down, her lips touching his Adam's apple. The hand holding her waist tightened, causing his Adam's apple to roll and his head to tilt back. A hot kiss lingered on his Adam's apple, gradually spreading to his collarbone.
He would never return to England, not even for a single day.
He tilted his head back and panted, then reached out to the small drawer on the table next to the sofa, opened it, and took out what he desperately needed.
Fortunately, condoms were placed in every key corner in advance.
This was his last thought before he completely sank.
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