Chapter 28: Can I take a step forward and ask for a goodnight kiss? ...
When Qin Cangye finished his call and returned to the restaurant, Su Yinuo was unconsciously stirring the soup in her bowl, her head bowed. The soup had long since stopped steaming, and the spoon made a crisp clinking sound as it hit the rim of the bowl. Su Yinuo hunched her shoulders slightly, looking deeply depressed.
"Nuo Nuo, what's wrong?" Qin Cangye asked a little uneasily.
Kong Wenxin's words left Su Yinuo feeling both sad and remorseful. She felt sad for Qin Cangye's fate, and she felt guilty for her own cowardice. She had always known the Qin family was a dangerous place, so she avoided it. That was why she repeatedly rejected Qin Cangye. She confessed to him that she didn't have the courage to face any storm with him.
After hearing Kong Wenxin's true request, Su Yinuo felt a surge of panic, despite her heartache. She was truly terrified of attending the memorial, terrified of facing Qin Weishu, who everyone called a vicious and cruel person, and terrified of getting into trouble.
Then she immediately realized what a coward she was. She had contentedly enjoyed Qin Cangye's love and protection, contentedly hoping to reap the fruits of his solitary struggle in six months or a year. She had never given anything for him from beginning to end, and now she didn't even have the courage to accompany him through his darkest moments.
"Noruo, what's wrong with you?" Qin Cangye anxiously sat down beside Su Yinuo, grabbed her hand, gently lifted her chin, and saw a pair of fragile and lovable red eyes.
Qin Cangye's heart trembled, and he pulled Su Yinuo into his arms. Just as he was about to offer some words of comfort, he heard her choked voice: "Is it because you're going to experience something terrible tomorrow that you want to come here and relax today?"
A pair of less firm hands grabbed Qin Cangye's shirt, "So tomorrow, is there anything I can help you with?"
Su Yinuo still felt ashamed of herself: she was still struggling at this time, still hoping to take that step with his encouragement.
"Did Aunt Kong tell you something?" Qin Cangye finally understood why Su Yinuo was in a bad mood. He smiled bitterly, stroked the back of Su Yinuo's head, and comforted her, "It's okay. You don't need Yinuo's help. You just need to wait for me at home."
Qin Cangye's tone was relaxed, but Su Yinuo could feel the slight trembling of his large hand behind his head. He was trying to control himself, to hide his fear of tomorrow.
The first memorial meeting for his mother's death took place the year Qin Cangye entered society. He wasn't aggressive at the meeting; he used restraint, sincerity, and an almost pleading attitude to get Qin Weishu to admit his mistake to his mother. He naively believed that with so many friends and family witnessing him, Qin Weishu would definitely give in. But what he got was a shameless denial and violent verbal abuse.
That breakdown was worse than every one since then. He smashed everything in the venue like a madman, and was finally pinned to the ground by a dozen of Qin Weishu's bodyguards, tied up, sedated, and locked in the bedroom.
Later, he began to collect evidence of his mother's domestic violence. However, more than ten years had passed, and Qin Weishu was so overbearing and cautious that there was no evidence left. However, he never gave up any opportunity to attack Qin Weishu. Even if there was only something related but not proof, he would throw it in Qin Weishu's face in front of his family and friends.
The anniversary of his mother's death was also the day he fought to avenge his mother, and the day he suffered a ruthless blow from Qin Weishu.
He was afraid that he would fail again. He was afraid of being treated like a madman or a fool. He was even more afraid of Qin Weishu's words: "Look, this is the child born by that crazy woman!"
He hugged Su Yinuo tightly, and a few hot tears fell into the collar of Su Yinuo's loose sweater.
Salty tears slid across the bite marks from last night, causing Su Yinuo to feel a stinging pain. After realizing what it was, she immediately held Qin Cangye's face in her hands, wiping his moist eyes with her fingers. She said with surprise and heartache, "I'll go with you! I'll go with you tomorrow!"
In an instant, Qin Cangye's heart seemed to be wrapped in a cluster of warm spring water. He could no longer restrain himself, and he grasped the back of Su Yinuo's head, kissed her lips, and pressed her down on the bench in the restaurant.
The lush greenery of the surroundings obscured the figures of the two people hugging each other, and the sound of trickling water masked the subtle gasps between their lips and tongues. Qin Cangye kissed her passionately, wrapping Su Yinuo tightly in his arms, still squeezing hard, wishing he could rub her into his body.
Su Yinuo's sweater was rubbed open, and her smooth waist and abdomen pressed against his smooth shirt. When she felt his slightly cool palm reaching in, she immediately woke up, pushed his shoulders and raised her head, breaking away from his lips, breathing in the fresh air and panting, she said: "Don't, don't kiss me... There are people around..."
Qin Cangye looked down at the heaving chest of the person in his arms and buried his face in her soft sweater. After a while, he let her go and stood up. He leaned against her shoulder and said stickyly, "Thank you, Nunuo."
Su Yinuo blushed, pushed Qin Cangye's big head away, and said, "I still want to eat. I'm not full yet!"
In the afternoon, the two of them discussed with Kong Wenxin. Tomorrow, Su Yinuo would accompany Kong Wenxin to the memorial service as her niece. If Qin Cangye could control his emotions, she would only need to accompany him silently and not do anything else.
If there were any special circumstances, even if their relationship was exposed, Kong Wenxin promised that she would never let Qin Weishu find out Su Yinuo's true identity.
In this way, Qin Cangye felt much more at ease.
In the afternoon, Qin Cangye sent Su Yinuo back to the large flat in Rongjin Huayuan and went to the company. After arriving at the company, he thought for a moment and sent a message to Li Jinmiao: Rongjin Huayuan Building 3, 2001, sending some girls' clothes and daily necessities.
Half a minute later, the phone rang. Qin Cangye answered it, and Li Jinmiao's dissatisfied voice came: "Deputy Director Qin? What are you doing? Are you treating me like a servant, serving the canary you keep in Rongjin Huayuan? Is there something wrong with your brain? You..."
Qin Cangye frowned and interrupted Li Jinmiao irritably: "Yes, Nuonuo. You know her size. I will pay for it, no upper limit." After that, he hung up the phone.
Li Jinmiao looked at his phone and his eyes widened in surprise.
Su Yinuo, who had nothing to do in the mansion, made a video call to her mother to find out about the decoration of the house.
Zhang Lihua sat in a wheelchair, a wide smile on her face. Wu Heng pushed her around the yard, her phone held up as she said, "Look, look, they're working so efficiently. They've almost finished cleaning the yard this morning... Xiao Wu took me out for lunch at noon, so don't worry, I'll be back in a bit... I'm not sleepy. I slept so comfortably in that big bed last night... Oh, and we've got our snack cart back too. We've parked it outside the yard, and the housekeeping staff have cleaned it up together. Don't worry..."
After chatting for a long time and hanging up the phone, Su Yinuo heard the urgent doorbell. She quickly jumped off the sofa and ran to the door in soft cotton slippers, wondering: Qin Cangye got off work so early?
When she clicked on the display screen on the door, it turned out to be Li Jinmiao. Su Yinuo quickly opened the door. Li Jinmiao, who was carrying a lot of bags, exclaimed at the door: "Nuo Nuo! It's really you! You really are living with Qin Cangye!"
"We're not living together! We're just staying for a few days," Su Yinuo quickly invited Li Jinmiao and Zhang Yifeng, who was dragging several large boxes behind her, into the house, and explained seriously, "Something happened at home, and it's no longer habitable. Qin Cangye brought my mother and me here, and we'll go back after the house is repaired."
Li Jinmiao looked Su Yinuo up and down suspiciously, dropped the bags in his hands, hugged Su Yinuo's arm and pulled her aside, and asked in a low voice: "How far have you two gone? Have you slept? Have you taken any precautions?"
Su Yinuo's cheeks flushed, and she hurriedly defended herself: "We didn't sleep, we just kissed a few times. What was Sister Miaomiao thinking?"
Li Jinmiao's mouth twitched, and he tilted his head and asked, "How many kisses did you give?"
"Seven times!" Su Yinuo replied quickly.
"Oh, I remember it quite well," Li Jinmiao laughed out loud.
Su Yinuo's face flushed, and she said aggrievedly, "Sister Miaomiao, please stop teasing me."
"Okay, okay," Li Jinmiao rubbed Su Yinuo's head, took her arm and sat down on the balcony, and said earnestly: "I just want to tell you that it's okay for you to like him and date him, but you have to think carefully about every step forward. Even if you sleep with him, it doesn't matter, but don't get pregnant before marriage, okay?"
She pinched Su Yinuo's burning face and said with concern, "It's not a reputation issue. It's just that giving birth is too harmful to a girl, not only physically but also psychologically. If you don't believe me, you can ask your mother. If Qin Cangye can't give you a stable future, you must never cross this red line, understand?"
"I understand, Sister Miaomiao," Su Yinuo leaned on Li Jinmiao's shoulder and said coquettishly, "Sister Miaomiao is so nice."
After basking in the sun for a while, the two of them felt warm and almost fell asleep on the sofa on the balcony.
Zhang Yifeng found the coffee machine at home, poured two cups of coffee, and brought them to the two of them. He smiled and said, "Misses, don't you want to take a look at the clothes and cosmetics that were packed today?"
"Oh! I almost forgot something!" Li Jinmiao immediately stood up from the sofa, took the coffee in his hand, and said, "Qin Cangye asked me to bring you some clothes and daily necessities. Nuonuo, do you think they are suitable? Is there anything missing?"
Su Yinuo also took the coffee and said, "Thank you, Assistant Zhang."
"Wow, so many clothes, are they all new?"
"Of course, Qin Cangye paid for it, so wouldn't this be a huge rip-off for him? If I could carry it, I would have brought all the clothes from that Miumiu store to you."
"No, that's not necessary... what a waste..."
"Don't worry, the last thing that guy lacks is money."
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"Is Sister Miaomiao busy today?"
"I'm not busy, what's wrong?"
"Then Sister Miaomiao, can you teach me how to put on makeup?"
"Okay! Come here!"
The afternoon passed in a flash. When Zhang Lihua came back, she was shocked to see Li Jinmiao. "Wow, girl, you look so much like my daughter Nuoruo."
"Haha, isn't it amazing, Auntie?" Li Jinmiao spoke to Zhang Lihua very enthusiastically and familiarly.
After a while, two chefs came to cook dinner.
When Qin Cangye returned home, he saw a happy scene.
The person he loved was being gathered in the center, with family members on one side and friends on the other. Everyone had a smile on their face, and the aroma of food wafted from the dining table on the other side.
Qin Cangye was stunned at the door, and for the first time he felt what "home" really meant.
Maybe... a few more kids running around the house...
Just as his thoughts began to drift uncontrollably into the distance, the person he loved ran over, grabbed his hand, and said with a smile, "You're finally back."
After dinner, Qin Cangye took great pains to get Li Jinmiao, who refused to leave the house, to leave. By the time everyone went to sleep, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening.
Su Yinuo picked out a plain dark suit to wear tomorrow in her bedroom. When she was about to turn off the lights and go to bed, she heard a slight knock on the door.
She walked over, opened the door, and saw the person she expected.
"It's so late, what else is going on?" Su Yinuo didn't dare to look at his strange look, her gaze naturally lowered to his chest. Under the thin silk pajamas, the ups and downs of his heartbeat seemed clearly visible.
"Can I," his voice was a little hoarse, "can I have a goodnight kiss?"
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