Chapter 198 Extra 22
Qin Tian and Tong Zhongyuan spent two consecutive days, weekends, looking at houses. Tong Zhongyuan had already looked around a lot earlier, and this time he looked at only the ones that caught his eye.
The house was a good one. As long as Tong Zhongyuan liked it, Qin Tian felt that it didn't matter whether she liked it or not.
As the salesperson showed her around, he touted the property's key advantages, mentioning its designated model kindergarten and key primary school... She felt awkward listening to him. Marriage and having children always seemed so far away. Besides, she and Tong Zhongyuan had only been together for so long, and buying a house involved financial issues for both of them. Many couples experience disagreements and even breakdowns over home purchases and renovations.
She regretted agreeing to go house-hunting with Tong Zhongyuan. Since his return, while they still had their disagreements, they rarely argued. Life with him was joyful, and he made her look forward to every morning. Life was no longer a monotonous repetition; each day was filled with longing. She longed to talk to him about everything, to look into his eyes, to see the world with him. She didn't want a new twist to ruin the beauty of the present.
They had dinner near the new museum, and Tong Zhongyuan said he wanted to familiarize himself with the environment first. She couldn't help but ask him, "Is this what you were busy with recently?"
"Yeah," he cut into the steak. He'd had a good appetite lately; besides looking at houses, he'd even signed up for a gym membership. "Do you like the second one best? That's the one you looked at the longest. I like it too. It has a great view, the buildings are spaced far apart, and the neighborhood is separated by pedestrians and cars, so it's safer for Uncle to take a walk."
She didn't know how to answer. She wanted to ask him about the studio, but she was afraid that such a question would be a cold response in this situation.
In the six months since they'd separated, she'd regretted it and reflected on it. She'd learned that being truly good to someone wasn't just about pretending to be good. Recognizing their needs, empathizing with their feelings, and communicating openly and honestly were the cornerstones of any relationship.
After returning home, she answered the question.
"I do prefer a second house, but buying a house isn't that urgent. I'm moving to the new museum next year, and even if it's not as convenient as it is now, it's still a quick subway ride. Also, your studio isn't going anywhere right now. Should we solve the studio problem first and then consider the house?"
"Why do you think the studio issue must come first? Only after the studio issue is resolved can we consider other things?" He asked seriously, without any displeasure, just doubt. "Do you think that if the studio issue is not resolved, the relationship between you and me will still be uncertain?"
"No." She had no doubt about Tong Zhongyuan's deep affection.
"Why is that?" He stroked her cheek.
"I'm thinking, you haven't experienced four seasons here yet." She stared into his deep eyes and expressed her concerns, "What if you hate the winter rain? What if you can't stand the humidity of the plum rain season? What if you feel lonely?"
He held her in his arms. How could he make her understand that he wasn't making any sacrifices, nor was he making any choices. He had found happiness, and this was his only path, the path to happiness.
"I've experienced all four seasons here, and it's true, it's not that comfortable. As for loneliness, to be honest, I like it, and it's a bit noisy here. But, Yi Zhang, I didn't come to China, nor to Shanghai, I came to be with you. Wherever you are, there I will be. In the first half of my life, I think I finally did one thing right. Maybe, in your imagination of the future, there is still a 0.01 chance that we will separate, but in my future, there is no such 0.01. I know, I am very sure, that we will be together. It doesn't matter whether we deal with the studio first or buy a house first. No matter what we do first, our future will not change. Because our future is no longer intersecting lines, they overlap and will lead to the end of time."
Before the tears fell, she hugged his neck, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and smelled his good smell.
"I never asked you..."
"Ask me what?"
"How come you're so good at talking? Did you practice saying that to others?"
He held her and smiled, a warm and low resonance emanating from his chest.
"I said no, do you believe me?"
"Letter..." She raised her face, her eyes wet and her lips moist.
He lowered his head and gently touched her lips, "Then why are you asking me..."
"I just want to ask you..." She kissed him back, "I want to hear you say... no..."
Suddenly, she was close to the ceiling. Strong arms lifted her waist, and his hot breath sprayed on her chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist and looked down at him. He kissed her and walked towards the bedroom.
He took off his clothes with one hand and opened the drawer of the bedside table to get a condom with the other.
She grabbed his arm. He was startled: "Is your period not over yet?"
She shook her head, raised herself up, bit his earlobe, and whispered, "You don't need to wear it."
He loosened his grip on the drawer and his breathing quickened: "You want to try? You might get pregnant. If you get pregnant..."
"What are you talking about?" she interrupted him, taking his hand and placing it on her arm. "I had a burial."
"What's the burial?"
Qin Tian was speechless. She had thought he would understand once she explained it, but she had no idea. Did she really need her to explain it to him?
The last time they were in Hangzhou, he hadn't taken any measures at first, and although he eventually got it under control, she was still a little worried. She had no specific plans for her life, no idea of what she wanted to be, but she knew very well that she didn't want to be a mother at this stage. So, she figured, instead of living in fear, it would be better to just get it over with once and for all.
When her period started this time, she ordered a subcutaneous contraceptive implant, which took five minutes.
Tong Zhongyuan saw that she didn't say anything and guessed something, but this was a matter of life and death, so he had to confirm it carefully.
"Is this implant a contraceptive?"
"Um."
“How efficient is it?”
“99%.”
His eyes darkened and his voice was like a feather.
"When did you do it? Why didn't you tell me..."
"Tell you what? Tell you that I'm going to be buried? Do you agree?"
His lips nibbled down her fair neck: "Tell me... you don't want me to wear a condom..."
She pushed his head away with a blushing face. Although she was used to his shamelessness, he was still a little too extravagant.
"What are you thinking? I'm afraid you'll be like last time. What if you get pregnant?"
He tilted his head and smiled slightly, then leaned closer and whispered, "Is it because you didn't wear a condom last time that you thought of doing genital intercourse? I was so comfortable that time..."
Qin Tian couldn't stand it any longer and kissed his lips, blocking all his dirty words with her lips and tongue. He obediently held her waist and slowly leaned back in her kiss.
She rarely looked at him from this angle. His dark hair was loose, a hint of a smile flickered between his brows, his lips parted, his jawline graceful. She felt a subtle malice in his face, wanting to stop him from smiling, to see a different expression on his face.
Tong Zhongyuan soon stopped laughing. She looked down at him. His muscles were tense, and the lines of his muscles, covered with a thin layer of sweat, were like the sleek lines of a horse, reminding her of the endless green fields of the Tohulasu grassland, where they had galloped wildly.
The memory of that day was still fresh in her mind. She leaned over the horse's back, chasing his figure. She tentatively communicated with the horse at first, and it broke into a trot, rising and falling rhythmically. She held the whip and galloped on its back. He looked back at her, his smile as bright as the sun. She gently kicked the horse's belly, using body language to tell it to catch up, to surpass him!
The horse was bouncing and galloping tirelessly beneath her. She swayed freely to its rhythm, moving to her heart's content, firmly controlling it, riding it, taking it far away, and being taken far away by it.
They pursued each other relentlessly, inseparable. His beginning was her end, her starting point his, over and over again. The wind whistled in her ears, her body temperature burned like a raging fire, her blood and heartbeat pounding in unison.
Who was calling her name, with the vast and distant echo of the Tohulasu grassland?
He held her tightly, strangling her so that she could not breathe. They trembled and convulsed in each other's embrace, unable to separate from each other.
For a long time, she stroked his forehead and kissed the tip of his nose and eyes as he always kissed her. His eyes were clear and moist.
She placed one last gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth, released him and stepped back.
"Don't go," he said hoarsely, tightening his arms and pushing her back.
She leaned on his chest and listened to his fierce and powerful heartbeat, the most beautiful melody in the world.
He hugged her, closed his eyes and felt her strong yet soft heartbeat resonate with his.
Her weakness was easing, and she reached out to stroke his brow, then to play with his eyelashes. He held her hand, and he opened his eyes, his previous loss of focus gone.
Before she could react, he lifted her waist and turned her over, gazing at her from his usual perspective. His eyes grew darker, his lust stirring.
She knew what he was thinking, she felt it. Her brows blossomed like roses, and she smiled triumphantly under his gaze.
In the years to come, kissing, hugging and making love with her brilliant smile, perhaps this is the reason for his existence.
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