Chapter 99 Mom, We Are Already Married
But at this moment, Shi Qing made up her mind and firmly held Sheng Han's hand.
Feeling the warmth from his palm, Shi Qing took a deep breath, met Li Manqing's scrutinizing gaze, and mustered up the courage to say, "Mom, we... are already married."
"What?!"
No matter how calm Li Manqing was usually, she was frightened by her daughter's words.
She recalled the time when she was in the office a while ago and heard those young teachers talking about how easy it was to get a certificate now. All they had to do was bring their ID cards...
I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, I would become a family member of the victim.
"What's going on with you guys?" Li Manqing's voice sank.
Shi Qing stammered, speechless for a moment.
What do you say? That it started with an unexpected one-night stand, a pact she signed out of revenge?
This cannot be said out loud in any way.
Just when she was in trouble, Sheng Han beside her spoke.
He looked directly at Li Manqing with an unprecedented sincerity and seriousness.
"Teacher Li, I've liked Qingqing since I was in high school. Even after I went abroad to study, I couldn't forget her. I returned to China and entered the entertainment industry just to be closer to her. Later..."
"After a while, she also developed feelings for me. We decided to get married because we truly loved each other. I was wrong not to tell you about this in advance, and I apologize. But I am serious about Qingqing!"
Li Manqing looked at Sheng Han silently.
The man who once gave her so much headache has now shed his arrogance and rebelliousness, and with such a mature and firm attitude, he promised her the future of his daughter.
After a long time, Li Manqing let out a long sigh.
Her tone was one of helplessness and compromise: "Forget it, children are a debt. Since you guys really like me, as a mother, I won't say anything more."
But then he changed the subject: "But, if you dare to treat Qingqing badly, just wait and see!"
Shi Qing breathed a sigh of relief quietly, but Li Manqing immediately glared at her, scolding her for being heartless.
"Do you have anywhere to go tonight?" Li Manqing asked Sheng Han again.
Sheng Han thought for a moment: "I can go to my grandfather's house, or..." He already has property in Anluo City.
"That's enough." Li Manqing interrupted him, "It's snowing so heavily outside, why bother? Anyway, you already got the certificate..."
She remembered the last time she went to the hospital to visit a patient and saw the two of them holding hands. She understood and said, "Just stay."
"Thank you, Mom!" Shi Qing cheered immediately.
Sheng Han followed suit and cautiously called out, "...Thank you, Mom."
Li Manqing nodded almost imperceptibly and instructed Shi Qing, "Wash the dishes later."
After saying that, he got up and went back to his room, leaving the space to the young couple.
Seeing this, Sheng Han quickly finished the remaining dumplings without letting Shi Qing do anything. He picked up the bowl and chopsticks and walked towards the kitchen.
Shi Qing followed him, leaning against the kitchen door. She watched him skillfully wash the dishes from behind and said teasingly with a smile, "Not bad, Teacher Sheng. You made up a pretty good story just now. I almost believed it."
Upon hearing this, Sheng Han paused what he was doing.
He shook his head and laughed, feeling at a loss for words.
He had endured his deep affection for so many years and finally mustered up the courage to be honest, but in the end, the person involved didn't believe him at all.
Forget it, there is still a long way to go.
After packing up, Sheng Han went downstairs and retrieved his suitcase from the car.
I originally thought that I could at least spend one night in the Sheng family's old house.
It was almost three in the morning when I entered Shi Qing's bedroom.
The room is not big, but it is decorated very warmly.
The bed is only one and a half meters wide, which is indeed a bit unfair for the tall Sheng Han.
But he didn't care, and even enjoyed it.
When he finally lay down and held the soft and warm body in his arms, he still felt a dreamlike sense of unreality.
This is her boudoir, the most private space that belongs only to her.
Sheng Han's eyes greedily swept across every corner of the room.
Various books are neatly stacked on the bookshelf.
There are world classics, romance novels, high school textbooks that have been flipped to the point of frayed edges, and several scripts filled with labels.
On the desk, there are some cute ceramic ornaments and a few photo frames.
There are her childhood photos. In the photos, little Shi Qing has two pigtails, looks very spirited and has a bright smile on her face.
Next to it is a photo from high school. She is wearing the Anluo No. 1 Middle School uniform, with a neat high ponytail, and her clear eyes are full of confidence.
There is also a photo of Shi Qing, who has become an actress. Under the spotlight, she is wearing a black dress, holding the trophy for the Best Newcomer Award tightly in her hands, with an unconcealable smile on her face.
Sheng Han thought: Wait until daytime and take these photos!
He lowered his head and reverently left a gentle kiss on the top of Shi Qing's head.
Shi Qing had already fallen into a daze, and now buried in his warm embrace, enveloped by the familiar scent, she felt even more drowsy.
In a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, she mumbled incoherently with the last bit of her sanity:
“…The house is not soundproof.”
When Sheng Han heard this, he was stunned at first, then he burst into laughter.
This caused the person in his arms to move in dissatisfaction.
What on earth is going on in this little head?
Did she think he would be some jerk who only thought about that kind of thing?
Sheng Han tightened his arms, pulled Shi Qing deeper into his arms, rested his chin lightly on the top of her head, and slowly closed his eyes.
This was the most peaceful Spring Festival he had spent since his mother passed away.
From now on, he has his own home.
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Shi Qing woke up slowly around ten o'clock in the morning.
The sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains, reminding me that it’s getting late!
The only sound in the air was the subtle and regular ticking of the alarm clock on the desk.
As a female star, Shi Qing is well aware of the importance of sleep to the skin, but she went to bed late last night and didn't even get eight hours of sleep.
The warmth around her had long since disappeared, and the bedding was flat, as if the man who hugged her tightly as she fell asleep last night was just a dream.
The Shi family never has any special activities on New Year's Day.
Grandpa passed away a long time ago, and grandma's side refused last night.
There is only one brother left in my mother Li Manqing's family.
But when they were in the most difficult time, that uncle and aunt avoided them like the plague whenever they saw them on the street, but when she was furious, they came closer.
My mother has long been extremely disappointed with them and has refused to contact them in recent years.
In previous Spring Festivals, there would always be some familiar friends or my mother’s students who would come to visit after visiting relatives, but that would usually be after the second day of the New Year.
Shi Qing yawned, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and lazily walked out of the bedroom. Her voice was filled with the sweetness of someone who had just woken up: "Mom, I'm hungry."
She thought she would hear her mother's familiar response, but what came from the kitchen was a deep and pleasant male voice.
"I made red date and milk porridge this morning. It's still warming in the pot. Can I serve you a bowl?"
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