Chapter 119: Sick? Winter hasn’t arrived yet, so she doesn’t think...
Second Brother Song sent a red envelope as a return gift, but first Brother Song, who received nothing, suddenly sent a red envelope. In Qianqian's eyes, it seemed to have "deeper meaning" no matter how she looked at it.
After counting the amount of the transfer, Qianqian felt uneasy and turned to ask on the social platform:
What's the point of my partner's brother suddenly transferring a large sum of money to me when he's against me being with him?
What else could it mean? Breakup fee!
Qianqian shuddered when she saw the word "break up" and quickly refused to accept the transfer and returned it.
Song Huaijin got in the car and the driver slowly drove out of the company's underground parking lot. The afterglow shone into the car and his phone vibrated with a new WeChat message.
Whether it's a thank you or an apology for negligence, he can accept it.
Song Huaijin raised his eyebrows slightly and slowly opened WeChat.
Then his face turned dark.
Of course, Mr. Song would not do such a thing as telling tales.
However, this is intolerable.
Song Keling was busy in the school laboratory until after eight o'clock in the evening. When she returned to the community, it was almost nine o'clock. Qianqian was already asleep. She took a quick shower and went to bed.
As soon as they got into bed, the sleeping person spontaneously moved closer to her.
Song Keling touched her face, dimmed the lights in the bedroom, put on her blue light glasses, and took out her tablet to write her paper.
In a daze, Qianqian called out "Song Keling".
Song Keling thought she was talking in her sleep, so she turned around to look at her, only to find that she had already woken up.
"You're back." Qianqian sounded a little weak and her voice was not very loud.
Song Keling said softly: "Well, go back to sleep."
Qianqian was not so sleepy after making sure that Song Keling had returned. She hugged her waist and lay in the quilt for a while, then finally moved her head to rest on Song Keling's legs.
The quilt that was covering me properly was now askew.
Song Keling didn't say anything, but just pulled the corner of the quilt over her belly again, looked at her and asked with a smile: "Do you like sleeping like this?"
Qianqian looked up at her and nodded.
Song Keling: "Then you can just sleep for a while while I finish writing these paragraphs. It will be quick."
Qianqian rested her head on the pillow for a while, but didn't want to fall asleep. She turned around and looked at her, "Song Keling, Big Brother transferred a lot of money to me today."
Song Keling's expression didn't change as she responded with a "hmm," "I know."
"How do you know?" Qianqian opened her eyes wide in surprise.
Song Keling said: "My elder brother told me."
Qianqian pouted and said, "How could he have the nerve to tell you that?"
"You're telling me a tale." Song Keling suppressed her laughter and looked at her, saying, "You're willing to accept your second brother's money, but not his 'pocket money'."
Qianqian was angry: "How can that be called 'pocket money'? It's clearly a breakup fee!"
"What were you looking at online again?" Song Keling poked her puffy cheek and coaxed her gently, "Didn't you say that Big Brother wouldn't break us up again?"
Qianqian hummed, clearly disagreeing with this statement. She looked back at her and said, "Song Keling, you're just too naive. You don't know how treacherous people are. That's how it's played out in TV dramas. They're one thing on the surface, another behind the scenes, and they're the evil sister-in-law and brother-in-law who'll trip up the protagonist!"
Song Keling laughed.
Song Keling said, "If they give you money in the future, just keep it. You have no source of income right now, so it would be a waste if you don't take it. Don't be stingy with money."
Qianqian already understood many human principles, "But if you eat someone's food, you will be soft-hearted and feel obligated to take something back."
Song Keling said: "That's our brother."
"It's your brother."
"What's mine is yours."
Qianqian looked at Song Keling.
Song Keling looked back with gentle eyes, "Not only brother, but also mom and dad."
Qianqian stared at Song Keling for a long time, then suddenly her eyes lit up. She got up from her lap and looked at her excitedly, "Song Keling, are you proposing to me?!"
Song Keling smiled, "If you think it is..."
"But what about the ring? What about the flowers? And the candlelight dinner?"
Song Keling said, "Not yet. I will definitely prepare it for you next time."
Qianqian was delighted and soon returned to her legs to rest her head. At this time, sleepiness came over her again. Before falling asleep, she sighed softly: "Song Keling, it's so good to be a human being."
Song Keling agreed softly: "Yes..."
Song Keling finished her work almost at midnight. Her thighs were a little numb from sitting for a long time without changing her posture. She gently lifted Qianqian's head away, got out of bed, moved around, and poured herself a cup of hot water.
After drinking, Qianqian was still sleeping soundly.
Song Keling was afraid of waking her up by moving, so she slept sideways on the big bed with her.
As for Song Huaijin, the next day he received a gift from his "sister-in-law" at the company. It was a fruit basket. It didn't look very thoughtful, as if it was just casually packed in a fruit store, but it was much better than the sour lemons that made people drool.
He transferred money to his "sister-in-law", and this time it was accepted, and he even got a thank you from his brother.
Song Huaijin suddenly felt much more balanced.
Qianqian has been becoming increasingly sleepy lately and has trouble concentrating at school during the day.
Song Keling was afraid that she would get heatstroke. Although the weather was not so hot anymore, there was still heat at noon, and she was afraid that she would get it if she was not careful.
Song Keling checked Qianqian's body temperature every day, and provided her with Zhengqi water and Zhengqi pills, telling her to take them when she felt unwell.
Qianqian disliked the strong taste and never refused to eat it.
Song Keling had no choice but to prepare some medicated oil for her.
After a week, Qianqian emphasized to Song Keling that Saturday and Sunday were approaching and it was time to do something big.
Song Keling recalled the last "big thing" that happened and looked at Qianqian.
Qianqian was not shy at all and looked expectant.
Song Keling knew that Qianqian was very open about sex, but her current expression didn't seem like she was talking about that, so she changed her mind.
Song Keling nodded, "I know, I'll make the arrangements."
On Saturday, Song Keling went to a jewelry store but couldn't find a suitable ring. Then she remembered something and opened the WeChat group of rich girls from new towns that she had been added to a long time ago but had blocked.
The group is always lively.
Song Keling originally wanted to ask if there were any auctions recently, but stopped herself.
She is not familiar with these people.
It’s better to ask the eldest brother than to ask them.
The elder brother was obviously busy and replied to her after a while. He said that there would be auctions every few days, and the items at each auction were different. Then he sent her a PDF list of the items for the next two weeks.
Song Keling looked through the jewelry, but none of it was suitable for Qianqian, and there was no ring either.
Then let’s make it custom-made.
As for the style of the ring, she already had an idea in mind.
There is no candlelight dinner in the evening.
Qianqian's expectations were dashed, and she didn't say anything. She just looked at Song Keling with a blaming and aggrieved look.
Under that gaze, Song Keling felt that she had committed a heinous crime, unforgivable, and quickly found an excuse, saying, "How can you propose casually? You must choose a good day."
Qianqian thought this made sense and nodded repeatedly, "I know, you humans always prioritize an auspicious day for everything, and the same goes for getting married!"
Song Keling: "That's right."
Qianqian was very proactive. She picked up her phone and said, "Then I'll buy an almanac and look for an auspicious date."
Song Keling groaned and held her forehead, "It's not that urgent."
Qianqian stopped and looked at her, with the same blaming and aggrieved look as before, "Song Keling, you are a big liar!"
Song Keling defended herself, "I didn't lie to you. But this only happens once in a lifetime, so of course it should be grand, right?"
Qianqian didn't think it was right this time, she said: "If you want it two or three times, I can do it too!"
Song Keling was left in a state of confusion by the child's words. "How can it be so many times? The fewer times, the more precious it becomes."
Qianqian stopped talking and seemed to be thinking about this.
Seeing her eyes rolling around, Song Keling was afraid she might come up with something strange again, so she quickly added, "Besides, things like this require the unexpected. You already know everything, so are you still surprised?"
Qianqian nodded honestly, "Yes."
Song Keling was speechless, then quickly said, "I'll do it as soon as possible."
It’s a rare Saturday and Sunday, and besides the big thing like proposing, there are other important things to do.
After taking a shower, Song Keling hugged Qianqian from behind.
The waist under my hand is slender and soft, and seems to have a little more flesh.
Song Keling was delighted and had just kissed her neck tenderly when her hands were separated.
Qianqian turned her head and said, "No □□ tonight."
Song Keling was puzzled, not caring whether the words were direct or not, and subconsciously asked, "Why?"
Qianqian said, "How can it be so many times? The fewer times, the more precious it becomes."
After saying that, he walked out of the master bedroom.
Song Keling looked at her back and thought to herself that for some reason these words sounded familiar. The next second she remembered that she had said them not long ago at the dinner table.
This is really...
You're shooting yourself in the foot.
Song Keling quickly followed up, "Baby, these two things can't be compared. Proposing is a ceremony. A ceremony is just a process, a milestone in life. But doing... doing something like this is different. It's part of our lives. The more it's part of our lives, the more indispensable it is, and the deeper our feelings are."
This is probably the longest sentence Song Keling has ever said.
But it didn't work.
Song Keling still saw Qianqian walk straight into the second bedroom. When she wanted to follow her in, she was stopped by Qianqian holding the door. Qianqian asked from inside, "Will your feelings be reduced if you don't do it?"
Of course not. In Song Keling's mind, going to bed has never been the first priority.
She looked at Qianqian and said, "You have to go to school on weekdays. On Saturdays and Sundays, won't you let me see you more? Don't you want to see me?"
Qianqian pouted, "But I'm still a little angry now."
"If you're angry, get angry in front of me instead of sulking alone, okay? I'll take you shopping. Do you want some ice cream?"
"Not really."
"and you……"
"I want something spicy and sour!"
Song Keling smiled, "Okay, I'll take you out to buy it."
Qianqian is always the easiest one to coax. As for the proposal, she doesn’t really care. It’s just that Song Keling’s words were so nice that night that she couldn’t help but look forward to it.
Actually, if you think about it, many humans don’t propose marriage.
Everyone got married.
Or get engaged and get married.
There is no difference whether there is a proposal ceremony or not.
The two of them are together, so isn't it pointless to ask?
Qianqian slowly put this matter behind her.
The most troublesome thing for her was another thing. She found that she was eating more and more, and sleeping better and better. Even though winter had not yet arrived, she did not want to hibernate.
The course was greatly affected because of her symptoms.
She has trouble concentrating and is a little anxious. She gets angry and irritable when she's woken up from her sleep at school.
On that Thursday, Song Keling received news that Qianqian had skipped class again.
There have been previous experiences.
Song Keling first contacted the teachers of Qianqian's two physical education classes in the afternoon and learned that Qianqian had taken sick leave.
Are you sick?
Song Keling couldn't sit still and immediately checked the surveillance cameras at home.
Qianqian fell asleep in the bedroom.
How can I go home and sleep when I’m sick?
You have to see a doctor!
Song Keling asked for leave from the professor and rode her bike back to the community as soon as possible.
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