Chapter 37 Seizing Every Opportunity, My Little Darling, You're So Cute. ...
When Zhou Jinqin was putting in the condoms, she should have foreseen this situation, but when Liang Minghe actually said it, it seemed to add a touch of ambiguity.
Her small, lively face flushed red, as if the kiss from before still lingered, and her chest was still deprived of oxygen.
Almost exhausted, Zhou Jinqin's legs buckled and she fell backward.
There were still half a wardrobe full of clothes left to pack away, and she swept them all over with a whoosh, long and short, red and black, completely engulfing her.
Zhou Jinqin took a breath and thought, "So be it, I'm too ashamed to face anyone anyway."
But before this thought could even take hold, the dark clouds looming over them were all dispelled by Liang Minghe.
As her clothes were removed layer by layer, Zhou Jinqin, who finally emerged, felt like a gift wrapped in layers of cloth. She thought she was a very satisfactory gift, because the man in front of her smiled broadly when he saw her.
Liang Minghe tucked his hands under her armpits and lifted her up from the pile of clothes like he was holding a child, pulling her into his arms.
The wardrobe was small, but the man was large, so Liang Minghe had to sit in the wardrobe with his knees slightly bent.
Zhou Jinqin found a gap between his legs and sat down. He pressed her head against his chest, and a large hand covered her hair, rubbing and massaging it in circles, as if to soothe her after being hit.
Zhou Jinqin thought again that, compared to gifts and children, she should be more like a radish that has been uprooted, and is now undergoing the farmer's meticulous quality inspection before leaving the warehouse.
Liang Ming rested his chin on the top of her soft hair, rubbing it from side to side, and then couldn't help but lower his head to give her another kiss.
He chuckled softly, suppressing his anger: "If I had known you would react so strongly, I would have pretended not to know."
Zhou Jinqin buried her head deeper into his chest, her voice muffled and only they could hear each other.
"Hmph, what's the use of you saying that now!"
Her tone was neither entirely resentful nor entirely acrimonious, but clearly carried a hint of coquettishness.
Liang Minghe lifted her face with one hand, pinched her cheek with his thumb and forefinger, and teased her with a smile: "Baby, you're so cute."
When things got lively, Liang Minghe always liked to call Zhou Jinqin in such a sweet and affectionate way, but he never did it in a way that made her blush even more.
Her burning lips landed again, lingering around his shoulder, as if undecided on where to finally rest.
Zhou Jinqin's square-neck top, which she was wearing today, had its shoulder straps taken by Liang Minghe long ago, and now they were hanging loosely on the outside of her arms.
Without the support of shoulder straps, the loose hem can be pulled down slightly to reveal the soft, sweet clouds.
Once Liang Minghe had identified his target, he kissed him. His slightly sharp teeth gently nibbled and rubbed against the soft skin, like tiny needles piercing through the skin—not painful, but itchy enough to make his wildly beating heart pound.
Women are indeed made of water. At this moment, Zhou Jinqin was soaking wet and limp, even her desperate pleas for mercy had become weak and powerless.
Liang Minghe didn't do anything reckless. He just whispered in her ear how good she was, helped her put on her clothes, opened the wardrobe door, and carried her to the bed.
With the air becoming more plentiful, my consciousness seemed to return to normal.
Zhou Jinqin lay on the bed, still panting. She raised her head to peek at the man standing at the head of the bed, who still looked subdued, and tentatively asked in a low voice, "Are you alright?"
Men seem to always be insatiable and cannot be easily satisfied.
Liang Minghe squatted down, scratched her chin, and asked her, "What do you think?"
The bulging, rounded shape is naturally not very appealing...
Zhou Jinqin stammered, "I'll make it up to you when I get back..."
The few words in the sentence were vaguely understood by her and dissipated with her breath, but it didn't need to be too clear; they both naturally understood.
“Compared to this, my heart feels even worse.” Liang Minghe grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest. “I came all the way back to find you, but Xiang Ziqing snatched you away. How pitiful.”
A man's appropriate display of vulnerability, like the black-rimmed glasses on a handsome nerdy guy's nose, can subtly steal a woman's heart.
Zhou Jinqin's already guilty feelings suddenly erupted. She sat up, tugged at Liang Minghe's arm, and said in a gentle voice, "I'm sorry."
Liang Minghe's heart softened instantly. He suddenly smiled and pulled her into his arms: "Why are you apologizing? I know you just miss her."
Zhou Jinqin knew that Liang Ming should have foreseen this outcome the moment he revealed the itinerary to Xiang Ziqing.
Or rather, the outcome was exactly what he had been hoping for.
Like an oasis in the desert, her parched voice suddenly filled with warmth: "Thank you."
Liang Minghe touched her moist eyelids and teased her with a smile: "But remember to come see me whenever you can, after all, I miss you just as much as you miss her."
When the two came out of the room, Xiang Ziqing was filming a video with Tuantuan in her arms. When she saw her best friend, who was beaming, she teased with a smile, "Wow, so fast."
"What are you thinking!" Zhou Jinqin pushed her away, feeling ashamed and indignant.
Xiang Ziqing leaned back on the sofa in a good mood: "I didn't say anything. Tell me what I was thinking just now."
Zhou Jinqin understood the principle that explaining things would only make things worse, so of course she refused to talk about it, especially since she wasn't entirely innocent to begin with...
Zhou Jinqin coughed twice, feigning an awkward change of topic, and urged people to leave home and head to the hotel.
At the hotel, the two sisters ordered some drinks and nestled on the sofa to chat.
Intoxicated, Xiang Ziqing suddenly became sentimental and hugged Zhou Jinqin, tears streaming down her face: "Actually, when I found out you were coming to Shenzhen, I felt like the sky was falling, but I won't stop you. You know I always hope you go far away and never look back. I just can't bear to part with you."
"When I told you to relax when you got married, I didn't really mean it. I was always worried that you would get hurt in your relationship, or that you would be deceived in an unfamiliar place. But I couldn't tell you that. I know you are rational, and I respect your decision, but my heart can't be as at peace as I would when I tell myself to."
"I'm worried that you're not happy with your job, or that you're too weak-willed and will be bullied by bad people. Will I be there to support you then?"
“I hope you make more and better friends, but I’m always worried that my place in your heart will be replaced. You probably don’t know, I’m not that strong and confident at all.”
“I couldn’t help but run to see you. You rushed into Liang Minghe’s arms like a happy, innocent little girl. I thought the future didn’t matter anymore. At least you were truly happy in front of me, and that was enough.”
Unable to accept the sluggishness in her actions and thoughts caused by the side effects of the medication, Zhou Jinqin stopped taking it on her own. The psychologist did not try to persuade her otherwise, but simply told her that perhaps she could go outside and see more sunshine.
Zhou Jinqin hated winter, so she came to this city where summer lasts for two hundred days without hesitation. It is not always sunny here, but it is never lacking in warmth.
And the sunshine is the warmth bestowed upon her by those around her; it has always accompanied her.
Unlike her, Zhou Jinqin was not talkative or good at expressing her feelings. She simply held her tightly and kept acknowledging that she would always be her best friend.
The two wept and sobbed until night fell and the first light of dawn appeared.
Xiang Ziqing was still fast asleep with swollen eyes. Zhou Jinqin tucked her in before quietly packing her things and heading out of the hotel.
Liang Minghe's car was already waiting outside.
Zhou Jinqin got into the car, took the breakfast he handed her, took a bite, and said, "Actually, it's quite convenient for me to take the subway there by myself."
Liang Minghe fastened her seatbelt: "Your day is divided into three parts: one for Xiang Ziqing, one for work, and one for sleep. I'm not angry that you don't have me in your life for now, but I'll squeeze in time to see you."
Who says language is useless? Zhou Jinqin was deeply moved. She kissed his lips, blinked, and said sweet words to coax him: "Qingqing said I'm very lucky. After all, there's no husband in the world as generous as you."
Liang Minghe smiled helplessly, touched her swollen eyelids, and sighed with some affection, "You cried so sadly."
Zhou Jinqin gently pressed her face against his palm and said softly, "If I hadn't seen you for a long time, I would definitely cry just as sadly when I saw you again."
“I don’t want to see you cry,” Liang Minghe shook his head, then quickly denied himself, “But in bed, it’s okay.”
"You're being indecent." Zhou Jinqin scolded him, her face flushed. Before the car had even come to a complete stop, she hurriedly got out, afraid that he would grab her and do something inappropriate if he had a free hand.
With so many colleagues in the company, what if someone sees this?
As Zhou Jinqin was thinking this, she ran into Jia Yang walking towards her. Thinking that she was lucky, she put on a smile and greeted him.
Jia Yang watched the car drive away, swallowed his thoughts, didn't ask any more questions, quickly put on a smile and replied "okay," and walked side by side with her to the office.
When I got off work, the black Maserati was parked downstairs even more conspicuously than it had been in the morning.
Jia Yang's gaze was drawn to that direction, and he unconsciously looked out the window. Soon, the driver's side door was pushed open, and a young woman with a flamboyant smile poked her head out.
Zhou Jinqin moved in that direction even faster, her face beaming with an unusually cheerful smile.
"Hey, what are you looking at? I've been calling you for ages and you haven't answered." The colleague waved his hand in front of Jia Yang's face.
Jia Yang withdrew his gaze, a relaxed smile spreading across his lips. He said, "Looking at the sky, I realize the weather today isn't as bad as I thought."
My colleague said angrily, "I can't empathize with him. The weather is terrible. The sun is so strong that the seat of my electric bike is peeling. Who can I complain to?"
As her name suggests, wherever Xiang Ziqing is, it's always sunny.
She drove the car Liang Minghe lent her, taking Zhou Jinqin for a drive to the outskirts of the city, watching the colorful clouds fill the sky and the sunset.
Xiang Ziqing is a highly energetic person. Even under extremely high work pressure, she can still find time to make up for life experiences such as eating, drinking and having fun.
Zhou Jinqin said she was Korean, and Xiang Ziqing spat, saying that she was being insulted by a low-class person because of her superior personality, and that she didn't rely on coffee and health supplements to prolong her life.
The two hummed songs and laughed in the car. Xiang Ziqing, who hadn't had a vacation in a long time, couldn't help but sigh, "Damn it, I really want to go back and fire my boss. Then I'll definitely move to Shenzhen to stay with you."
Zhou Jinqin laughed: "Do you think your parents would bear to part with you?"
“Sigh, I’ve seen through it all,” Xiang Ziqing said. “In the eyes of the elders, a woman approaching thirty is a worthless commodity. Since they don’t treat me like a human being, why should I care about them?”
Especially after learning that Xiang Ziqing spent her days eating, drinking, and having fun, treating her boyfriend like a toy, the elders disliked her even more and would often join forces with her grandparents and in-laws to scold her.
"Ugh, let's not talk about that." Xiang Ziqing waved her hand. "But has there been any progress in your parents' divorce?"
Zhou Jinqin shook her head: "I don't know."
Xiang Ziqing laughed: "I ran into your dad and his mistress on the street that day, all lovey-dovey. I took a picture and sent it to your mom. She always says that family scandals shouldn't be aired in public, but guess what she said when I, an outsider, found out?"
Zhou Jinqin asked, "What did they say?"
"She actually said I mistook her for someone else." Xiang Ziqing laughed angrily. "Luckily, I had a backup plan and even took a video for record-keeping."
Zhou Jinqin took her phone and looked at it. The video was almost shoved in the faces of her father and his mistress. In the video, Xiang Ziqing aggressively forced Zhou Zhiqiang to admit that his name was Zhou Zhiqiang and scolded him for being shameless.
Seeing Zhou Zhiqiang's face darken, Zhou Jinqin suddenly chuckled and asked, "Aren't you afraid he'll hit you?"
"Hmph, don't you even know who I am?" Xiang Ziqing said disdainfully. "I'm a woman who can run 800 meters in four minutes while wearing high heels. If you want to catch up with me, you should think twice about your belly."
As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed a bicycle suddenly emerge from the non-motorized vehicle lane. Instinctively, she turned around to avoid it and abruptly stopped her vehicle in the green belt.
Xiang Ziqing wasn't discouraged by the wrecked car headlights; instead, she choked up when she saw Zhou Jinqin's arm with a half-centimeter-long bloody scratch.
She closed her eyes and said to Zhou Jinqin, "Call your husband over."
"Please pass on my apology. I'm sorry, I can't return my wife to him intact."
Zhou Jinqin: "..."
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Author's Note: A tiny scratch on Xiaoqin is enough to make Xiaoming heartbroken for a long time [covering face and peeking]
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