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His hand slowly slid into her palm, gradually coming together, his fingertips slowly disappearing between her fingers, and finally he gripped her hand tightly.
He proceeded cautiously and tentatively with every step, stopping whenever she made the slightest movement.
Qiao Yu pursed her lips, not struggling. The warmth of her palm spread, gradually entering her heart, bittersweet yet slowly turning sweet.
After a long while, the hanging chair suddenly returned to its normal position, and the person beside it moved slightly.
Qiao Yu tilted her head in confusion, meeting his deep and unfathomable eyes. She inexplicably sensed a hint of danger, yet her heart was beating strangely fast.
As Ling Chuan's lips curved slightly, he suddenly reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing the two of them very close.
His breath was so close, so hot, and his Adam's apple bobbed before her eyes; her heart trembled again.
A gentle kiss landed on her forehead, and Qiao Yu's eyelashes fluttered wildly.
Before Qiao Yu could react, Ling Chuan lowered his head and covered her with his soft lips.
She watched as he, so close to her, closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering, and kissed her gently and carefully.
A surge of emotion welled up in his eyes, and just as he opened his mouth to take things further, Qiao Yu suddenly pushed Ling Chuan away and ran back to her room with red eyes.
A single tear fell onto Ling Chuanye's hand, but it burned into his heart.
Staring at the figure that had run away and disappeared, Ling Chuan clenched his fist tightly, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.
Puzzled, Jinbao hurriedly got up, looked at Qiao Yu who had run back to her room, and then at Ling Chuanye, as if asking him why he had made Qiao Qiao angry again.
Ling Chuan could only manage a bitter smile. "Is Qiao Qiao going to kick me out again?"
Jinbao: "......"
In the room, Qiao Yu lay on the bed, her empty gaze fixed ahead, as if she had lost focus. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she did not let them fall.
Her phone vibrated beside her, and she snapped out of her daze, raising her hand to wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes.
I picked it up and saw that it was a message from Ling Chuan.
Qiaoqiao, I regret not being by your side for the past five years, but it's not too late. I will be with you every day from now on, no matter what role I play.
Even if you want to stay here forever, I will still be here. The money we earned over the years is enough for us to live comfortably for the rest of our lives...
Tears blurred her vision again.
Qiao Yu was both annoyed and amused. Who would want to spend the rest of their life with him? Dream on!
Qiao Yu slept very well that night, perhaps because she was in a good mood.
When I got up early in the morning and opened the door, Jinbao was nestled in front of Lingchuan's room, which was wide open.
Qiao Yu hesitated for two seconds before walking over, but the room was empty.
The breakfast, prepared on the restaurant bar, is a single serving and still steaming hot.
Qiao Yu frowned, pulled out a chair, and sat down. Had he left?
The thought flashed through my mind.
When Ling Chuan entered the room, he saw Qiao Yu fiddling with the porridge in her bowl, not drinking it, and pouting her lips.
He pretended not to see it and went into the kitchen on his own, arranging the fruits and vegetables he was carrying and putting them into the refrigerator.
Qiao Yu: "..."
Thinking back to her previous embarrassment, Qiao Yu blushed instantly and buried her head in her porridge.
Ling Chuan finished tidying up, and Qiao Yu also put down her chopsticks. The flush on her face had not yet faded, and she was still rosy-cheeked.
Their eyes met, but after just one glance, Qiao Yu lowered her head and chose to avoid eye contact.
Ling Chuan frowned and strode closer, placing his hands on the armrests of the high chair and turning her around, trapping her in front of him.
Qiao Yu leaned back instinctively, her back pressed tightly against the chair back.
The man hunched over, his face grim, his dark eyes fixed on her.
Qiao Yu's heart tightened, and she wanted to speak, but her throat remained blocked.
After a brief silence, Ling Chuan also parted his lips and said, "Listen carefully to what I'm about to say."
Qiao Yu was stunned and stared at him blankly.
"Qiaoqiao, be yourself, I will protect you."
I will protect you...
Qiao Yu's eyes burned, and she sniffed as she buried her face in Ling Chuan's chest.
The white T-shirt, smelling of freshly sun-dried air, mingled with his cool, aura, enveloping her.
The muffled whimpering sound was like that of a wronged little animal.
Ling Chuan also raised his hand and gently stroked her trembling back. As if sensing that she was trembling even more, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her even tighter.
......
Haicheng.
#Qiao Yu is deaf#
#Canyu terminates contract with Qiao Yu#
It became a trending topic.
In Lingchuan's studio, Yang Yu stood with his hands on his hips, arguing with Kimi, "What trending topic did you buy? How could it be that Qiao Qiao is deaf?"
Kimi was also at her wits' end. "I only revealed that Qiao Qiao wanted to terminate her contract with Canyu Entertainment. There must be someone pulling the strings behind this. I've already had someone investigate. Don't worry."
"How can we not be anxious? Qiaoqiao is in such a state that she absolutely cannot withstand even the slightest setback."
Kimi reassured Yang Yu to sit down: "Don't be impatient, I'll have someone suppress it immediately."
Xida held up her phone, her eyes growing increasingly red.
"Sister, these people are so mean. How could they say such things about Qiaoqiao?"
As if thinking of something, Yang Yu immediately dialed Ling Chuan's number as well.
The call was just answered when someone said, "Hide Qiaoqiao's phone, don't let her see it."
"what happens?"
Ling Chuan frowned as he and Qiao Yu went out for a walk with Jinbao.
He slowed down by half a step as he walked behind the other person to answer the phone.
"I saw on Weibo that Gu Yun Shen revealed Qiao Qiao is deaf. There's no evidence yet, but I think it's pretty much true..."
After hanging up the phone, Ling Chuan opened Weibo and quickly scrolled down the page.
The eyebrows on his forehead were furrowed tighter and tighter.
Gu Yun Shen is a fucking scumbag.
[Qiao Yu is deaf, oh my god, I really couldn't tell, she's quite the actress.]
[This is just a case of "what's the use of trying?" First, Gu Yun Shen was revealed to have a new relationship, then Qiao Yu went deaf and started talking about separating from the family?]
[Separate the family? Hahaha, do you think Gu Yun Shen even cares about her? At most, she's just a vase Gu Yun Shen keeps.]
Why keep a deaf vase? It'll just bring bad luck.
[The person upstairs is being very rude. Didn't they read it properly? Qiao Yu suffered from stress-induced hearing loss, which will recover. Don't slander her.]
[Stress-induced hearing loss, meaning it only occurs under severe stress. What Qiaoqiao went through, it's so heartbreaking.]
[Qiao Yu, please step forward and say something...]
In this circle, there is black and white; one can call white black and black white.
Qiao Yu's deafness has caused concern among fans, but it has also drawn ridicule from haters.
Qiao Yu was completely unaware of all of this.
Ling Chuan also took the opportunity to take her phone, and by the time she remembered, it was already evening.
Wang Yingxuan had sent many text messages, and his phone kept vibrating. Meeting Qiao Yu's questioning gaze, Ling Chuan had no choice but to awkwardly hand over his phone.
[Qiaoqiao, are you alright?]
Do you want Mom to come and keep you company?
Mom is very worried about you.
Send a message to your mom.
......
Qiao Yu hadn't called Wang Yingxuan in a long time, but when she sent these messages, she instantly realized something, and her pupils contracted.
Open Weibo.
The insults seemed to overflow the phone screen.
Of course, many loyal fans are also waiting for her response.
Qiao Yu didn't read it carefully, but roughly understood the cause. She replied to Wang Yingxuan, "I'm fine, don't worry."
On the other side, Ling Chuan also walked to the door and made several phone calls in a row.
Until a persistent phone call caught his attention.
He swiped to answer the call.
How is she?
Ling Chuan was also surprised; it was Qin Xiao calling.
"She's alright."
"Given her condition, I can't really call her directly, so I can only call you."
"Um."
"If you need any help, just let me know."
"There really is..."
Ling Chuan had just finished his call and sat down when Qiao Yu handed the phone back to him.
He raised an eyebrow in surprise, moved closer to her, and pulled her into his arms.
He thought she would be sad or even cry, but Qiao Yu remained calm as if nothing had happened, which made Ling Chuan even more frightened.
Just like that day when she left without saying a word.
Qiao Yu was naturally disappointed, her eyes reddening, but compared to what was in front of her, she couldn't hear anything anymore, so perhaps nothing else mattered.
She nestled in Ling Chuan's arms, gently sniffing.
After a while, Ling Chuan helped her up and looked at the dark sky with rolling dark clouds drifting in.
[Wait for me a moment, I'll be right back.]
As Qiao Yu was wondering, Ling Chuan also got up and ran outside.
Dark clouds rolled in from the horizon, like spilled ink spreading on rice paper. The wind grew restless, swirling and racing through the fallen leaves in the courtyard.
Qiao Yu quickly stood up and chased after him, only catching a glimpse of Ling Chuanye's white clothes before he disappeared inside the door.
It's going to rain, where are you going?
In desperation, Qiao Yu called out, but there was no response from outside the door.
As the last fallen leaves were torn apart by the wind, large raindrops pounded on the eaves and pattered into the courtyard.
Jinbao was so frightened that he scurried back into the house and lay down by the door.
In just a short while, the water flowing under the eaves became a waterfall, splashing on the ground and flowing down the gutter.
A flash of light burst across the horizon, stretching long before disappearing instantly into the gray, rainy night.
As Lingchuan ran to the ice cream shop, large raindrops began to fall.
"Boss, I'd like the original flavor."
"Okay."
The owner is a middle-aged man who lives upstairs and runs the shop downstairs. The small shop, which is only a few dozen square meters, has a separate ice cream counter, a coffee bar, and a lounge area.
There was no one there at the moment.
According to Qiao Yu, the ice cream and crispy cone are his family's secret recipe, passed down for three generations. It tastes amazing. Qiao Yu has tried many flavors in Haicheng, but his family's ice cream is still the best.
Many businesses in the city wanted to franchise or buy out their products, but his family refused, choosing instead to quietly continue making their own ice cream in this small county town.
Thinking of that summer in his senior year of high school, when Qiao Yu was eating ice cream with a smile on her face, he immediately ran over.
But the rain behind me was getting heavier and heavier.
"Here you go, take it."
"Thanks."
Lingchuan paid and took the ice cream.
The milky white ice cream was piled up in a roll in a small, transparent square box, with a crispy cone sticking out at an angle, and it smelled deliciously milky.
"It's raining, why don't we wait until it stops before we leave?"
"No, thank you."
Ling Chuan glanced at the heavy rain outside the eaves. Under the dim light, the rain poured down. He reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, hiding the ice cream under his shirt.
I stepped into the torrential rain.
The boss raised his hand as if to try to persuade him again, but ultimately didn't say anything.
The tall man, slightly hunched over, carefully protected the ice cream in his arms as he ran through the torrential rain.
The water splashed up half a foot high at his feet, submerging his trouser legs.
When a figure suddenly appeared at the door, Qiao Yu was both surprised and worried.
Ling Chuan, soaking wet, ran over and carefully handed her the ice cream he was holding.
The familiar style, the familiar taste, and a surge of warmth welled up in Qiao Yu's eyes once again.
Ling Chuan's smiling eyes reflected her pouting expression.
Water dripped from his wet hair, gathering into small droplets along his chin before landing on the second button of his shirt, his neck skin appearing pale and cold.
His white shirt was already soaked through, clinging tightly to his body, revealing the curve of his abdominal muscles. Water dripped from his cuffs, forming small puddles on the ground.
He raised his hand to wipe his face, and water droplets hanging on his eyelashes fell into his eyes. He blinked subconsciously, and a little red appeared at the corner of his eyes.
He smiled and picked up a small spoon to feed her a full mouthful.
Seeing the smile spreading across her eyes, he then said he was going back to his room to take a shower.
The torrential rain outside continued until late into the night.
Qiao Yu was half asleep, nestled in the blankets, until Jin Bao skillfully pushed open the door and groped his way to the bedside in the dim light.
She suddenly woke up with a start, turned on the bedside lamp, and a momentary discomfort in her eyes made her close them. After a couple of seconds, she drowsily opened them again.
I glanced at my phone; it was 1 a.m.
The rain was still drizzling outside.
Jinbao was in a hurry to leave, biting her slipper. Qiao Yu understood what Jinbao meant.
Follow it out of the room, around the fence, and straight to Ling Chuanye's room.
The door to his room was wide open, and a dim bedside lamp was lit inside, illuminating the entire room.
He slept peacefully, his face unusually flushed.
Sensing something was wrong, Qiao Yu stepped forward and reached out to touch Ling Chuanye's forehead.
He has a fever, and the temperature is quite high.
The person seemed a little dazed, with eyelashes trembling and not fully open, and pale, thin lips slightly parted.
Qiao Yu asked Jinbao to stay there while she went to the living room to get fever reducers and warm water.
They gave the dazed Lingchuan some water, then went to the bathroom to get some warm water to cool down his forehead.
He was wearing a navy blue silk nightgown, and Qiao Yu lifted the covers to help him cool off.
She carefully rolled up his sleeve, revealing his pale arms with prominent veins and a throbbing pulse beneath his skin, which was surprisingly hot.
Qiao Yu wrung out the excess water from the towel and gently wiped his hot and sticky arms.
He wrung out the water again and, as he wiped his chin, tilted his head slightly.
The curve of her Adam's apple bobbing was particularly clear under the warm towel. Qiao Yu paused for a moment, then continued...
Her originally pale skin was tinged with a thin layer of red, and it seemed to get redder as you went down.
Qiao Yu couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in her heart as she looked at it.
He quickly stopped and turned to wash the towel again.
When she came to her senses again, she suddenly met Ling Chuan's surging dark eyes.
A playful smile played on his lips, his dark eyes fixed on her.
He wasn't confused at all.
Suddenly, her body trembled as he reached out and pulled her close.
Hot breaths gushed out, a smile played in his eyes, and his lips parted: "Taking advantage of me?"
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