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Chapter 134
Meng Yingying was both amused and exasperated. "Qi Donghan, are you jealous?"
She lay in Qi Donghan's arms, held tightly by him. He held her so tightly that Meng Yingying could hardly breathe.
Qi Donghan rested his chin on the crook of her neck, took a deep breath, and then murmured, "A little."
"I also feel like I shouldn't have done that."
"Before we got married, we said we would support each other's careers, but Yingying—"
Qi Donghan looked up at her, his eyes filled with darkness. "The moment you stood on the stage, I regretted it."
"I don't want so many people to see you."
He wanted Yingying to belong to him alone.
Meng Yingying held his head in her hands. Qi Donghan's hair was a little short and prickly to the touch, but she felt very sorry for him.
She whispered in his ear, "Qi Donghan, it's perfectly normal for love to involve possession."
“You also need to fully accept your own emotions.” Then she changed the subject, “But Qi Donghan.”
Meng Yingying looked down at him. As the person in a superior position, she had to lower her head and even look down at Qi Donghan when she wanted to look into his eyes.
“I have my own career, I love dancing, and I enjoy the feeling of competing and winning on stage, so you may feel uncomfortable, but that can’t stop me.”
She wanted to dance, and she wanted to dedicate her life to her career; no one could change that.
Even Qi Donghan wouldn't do.
Her words were clear and left no room for refusal.
She can accept Qi Donghan's negative emotions, but she cannot accept Qi Donghan himself, which is why she tries to stop him from dancing.
This was the first time Qi Donghan had felt that, despite her seemingly gentle and weak appearance, Meng Yingying was actually quite strong at heart.
On matters of bottom line and principle, she is unyielding.
Qi Donghan remained silent for a long while before whispering, "Yingying, I never intended for you to give up dancing."
He knew that Meng Yingying loved dancing and loved being in the performing arts troupe; how could he bear to let her give it all up like this?
"I just—"
He refused to say anything more, but Meng Yingying understood. She stepped forward, put her hands around Qi Donghan's waist, and hugged him tightly.
"I know what you are, don't say it."
"Qi Donghan," Meng Yingying said gently, "We're fine as we are now."
"They can both have their own little tempers, but at the same time, they can support each other."
Just like Qi Donghan is stationed in the team, she will support him in the same way.
Qi Donghan hummed in agreement.
That faint little emotion in her heart was completely dispelled and calmed down by Meng Yingying.
A north wind howled outside the window, making a crackling sound as it hit the glass. Inside, however, it was warm, with a charcoal brazier burning outside. The window wasn't closed completely, leaving a small crack.
The two were talking at first, but as they talked, they gradually sat down together.
Qi Donghan simply picked Meng Yingying up in his arms, like lovers in the throes of passion, or like a long-awaited reunion.
So, when you hug someone, the atmosphere inside the room changes.
"Yingying..." the man called her in a hoarse voice, so low that it was almost inaudible, yet it made her eardrums go numb.
Meng Yingying didn't respond, but instead buried her face even lower, her nose brushing against the open skin of his collar. With a hint of revenge, she opened her mouth and gently touched him, her teeth hitting his collarbone.
Qi Donghan gasped in pain, his arms tightening suddenly as if he wanted to meld her into his bones.
No one knows exactly when their clothes came off.
First, Qi Donghan's shirt hem was lifted up, revealing a pair of strong and muscular abs.
Immediately afterwards, Meng Yingying's sweater was also rolled up to her stomach, and she shivered as soon as she touched the cold air.
The next second, Meng Yingying was completely enveloped in his arms, their breaths mingling with the white smoke, making their vision blurry.
The blanket was kicked off haphazardly, half hanging over the edge of the bed and half covering her body.
Meng Yingying sat beside him, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, the ends brushing against the man's Adam's apple, causing a slightly tingling, itchy sensation.
Qi Donghan raised his hand and played with her hair, which was fine, soft, and resilient.
Meng Yingying was beautiful from head to toe, with fair and pretty skin.
The ends of his hair still carried a fragrance, and Qi Donghan paused slightly.
I held it to my nose and sniffed it, with a hint of indulgence.
Meng Yingying couldn't help but laugh at him, "Qi Donghan."
Qi Donghan opened his eyes, a hint of confusion in them.
Meng Yingying shook her head and placed her hands on the back of his head. Qi Donghan had a buzz cut with stiff hair that pricked her palms and made them itch.
She felt a ticklish urge to laugh, but before she could utter a sound, he swallowed her laughter, turning it into a muffled whimper.
The light was on, and the dim yellow bulb made people's shadows overlap.
The next second, the light cord snapped, plunging the room into darkness. (Lights off, don't lock!)
Only rapid breathing and heartbeats remained, overlapping in the darkness.
When Meng Yingying woke up again, it was already broad daylight, and firecrackers were going off outside.
It's the first day of the Lunar New Year, and everyone here except those on duty has also taken a holiday.
Meng Yingying was no exception; she didn't have to go to work at the performing arts troupe or to the practice room today. When she woke up, she was still somewhat dazed.
It wasn't until Qi Donghan cooked brown sugar and red date porridge that he picked it up and saw that Meng Yingying had just woken up, her eyes still sleepy, and her face bare.
"Awake? Get up and have some porridge before you go back to sleep."
Qi Donghan wasn't on duty either. The two of them fooled around half the night last night and knew that Meng Yingying was exhausted. This was to make her something to eat to help her recover.
Meng Yingying hadn't brushed her teeth, so she couldn't eat. But it was a bit cold outside, and her whole body ached terribly. "I don't want to move," she said.
"I'm not eating, I'm just going to sleep."
It gave off a sense of self-abandonment.
Qi Donghan knew her problem, so he put the brown sugar and red date porridge on the table and then brought in a washbasin and a toothbrush.
"Wash and brush your teeth in bed."
Upon hearing this, Meng Yingying was stunned!
After a while, she realized what was happening and muttered, "Qi Donghan, I just don't want to move. I'm not in postpartum confinement."
Who does this? They even take care of brushing your teeth and washing your face in bed.
Qi Donghan wet the washcloth, wrung it out, and handed it to her, saying, "Consider it an early way to get used to postpartum life."
Meng Yingying, "..."
She hadn't brushed her teeth or washed her face in bed after all; that was just too decadent. She quickly dressed, finished quickly, and then, gasping for breath, returned to bed.
As for the bowl of porridge, it was Qi Donghan who held it in his hands, and Meng Yingying leaned against the headboard as he fed her spoonful by spoonful.
The porridge is made with refined white rice. The rice grains are cooked until they burst open, and with the addition of brown sugar, the whole bowl of porridge changes color. The red dates are also cooked this way; their flowers were cut off beforehand, and when the porridge boils, they look like they've exploded into bloom.
It tastes sweet when you bite into it.
Meng Yingying asked with some doubt, "Where did you get these red dates?"
Fortunately, the supply and marketing cooperative sold brown sugar, but red dates were truly unavailable. These were rare items, as they were not only good for replenishing blood but also required ration coupons to purchase.
Qi Donghan's face was gentle as he wiped her mouth before feeding her another bite, saying, "I grabbed this from the supply and marketing cooperative this morning."
Meng Yingying was silent for a moment, then leaned on his shoulder in a daze, "Qi Donghan, if you continue like this, I'll become too lazy to do anything else."
"I like it too." Seeing that she was full, Qi Donghan ate the last two bites in no time, then helped her get dressed. "Today we're going to visit Uncle Chen and my uncle's houses for the New Year. We'll be visiting both houses this morning."
Meng Yingying asked with a pained expression, "Can we not go?"
Qi Donghan hesitated for a moment, "This is the first year of our marriage." Seeing that Meng Yingying really didn't want to go, he thought for a moment, "Then I'll go myself and tell her that you're not feeling well and are resting at home."
Meng Yingying felt a little guilty upon hearing this, and said, "Never mind, I'll go with you."
She was just bullying Qi Donghan. She only dared to push her luck because Qi Donghan would agree to anything she asked.
Qi Donghan was afraid she would force herself, but Meng Yingying shook her head, "I'm not forcing you, let's go, let's go, it's the first day of the Lunar New Year, we should go out and pay New Year's visits."
“I don’t have many relatives left, but you do. Since you do, let’s cherish the opportunity to visit each other for the New Year.”
Because each year of worship reduces the number of years available.
She had said everything, good and bad, which left Qi Donghan speechless.
"You really won't force me?"
"No pressure."
Once Meng Yingying made a decision, she acted quickly. Wearing the new clothes, she tugged at the hem and turned to ask Qi Donghan, "Does it look good?"
She's just like a little girl, with a gentle personality and a bit of a love for beauty.
You can't see any of the fierce determination he has for himself on the field.
Qi Donghan nodded. "It looks good."
"You have fair skin and look good in a red cotton-padded jacket."
Meng Yingying happily nodded, and after getting everything ready, she carried two cans of food and two bottles of wine, and followed Qi Donghan to pay her respects to Commander Chen for the New Year.
Then I went to my uncle Liu Qiusheng's house.
However, when Qi Donghan went to Liu's house to pay New Year's greetings, he was very reluctant to go to the door. Instead, he asked a child to deliver a message to Liu's family at the entrance of the alley.
After a while, Liu Qiusheng came out wearing a big cotton-padded coat, and Qi Donghan handed him the canned food and wine, saying, "Happy New Year, Uncle."
Happy New Year!
Meng Yingying also called out, "Uncle wishes you a Happy New Year."
Looking at Qi Donghan and Meng Yingying, the young couple, Liu Qiusheng's eyes also welled up with tears. "Happy New Year."
He accepted the New Year's gift and was about to take Qi Donghan's hand, saying, "Let's go. This is your first year of marriage with Yingying, so it's also New Year's. Let's go to your uncle's house for a meal."
Qi Donghan refused decisively, "No, Uncle, Yingying and I have already made plans to have lunch at Commander Chen's house."
So I won't go.
Meng Yingying was taken aback. She had gone to Commander Chen's house to pay her respects for the New Year that morning, and Commander Chen had invited her to stay for lunch. Qi Donghan had said the same thing, saying that he would go to his uncle's house for lunch.
Commander Chen then gave up.
Unexpectedly, Qi Donghan said the same thing even to his own uncle. Meng Yingying instantly understood his meaning, but she didn't expose him.
Liu Qiusheng felt a little bitter. "Xiao Han, your aunt won't scold you this year. Let's go to your uncle's house for dinner."
Qi Donghan refused decisively, "Really, no, Uncle." He pushed Liu Qiusheng into the alley, "It's too cold. You should go in early, or your old leg might not be able to take it."
As he pushed Liu Qiusheng inside, his aunt Li Yanli followed him out, her tone different from the usual disdain and cursing.
This time, Li Yanli managed a genuine smile, a rare occurrence. "Xiao Han, your uncle is right. Come to my house for lunch."
This was the sixteenth year that Qi Donghan had known Li Yanli, and the first time he had smiled at her during the Spring Festival.
Seven-year-old Qi Donghan cared a lot about this smiling face, because it was related to whether he would have a place to eat during the Chinese New Year.
Family members were present.
But Qi Donghan, now twenty-five, no longer cared.
He calmly declined, saying, "No."
I can't bring myself to call my aunt.
He then said frankly, "Uncle, Yingying and I will go first."
He left without looking back.
This time, as he left, someone was leading him along.
Only Qi Donghan himself knew that feeling.
Watching Qi Donghan's resolute departing figure, Liu Qiusheng sighed softly, "Alright, Yanli, don't invite him again in the future."
“That child said back then that he would never come to our house again, and he kept his word.”
Li Yanli sensed the resentment in her husband Liu Qiusheng's voice. She said with annoyance, "Who could have imagined that a child like him could hold such a deep grudge? So many years have passed, and he still hasn't forgotten. Yes, I haven't been good to him, but what about you? You're his only uncle. All these years, you've secretly helped him and supported him. Did you really think I didn't know?"
"Now that I've finally swallowed my pride and invited him home for dinner, what was he like?"
Liu Qiusheng felt that his wife was being unreasonable. He picked up the gifts and turned to leave, saying, "You've bullied him for so many years, and now you just want him to make up with you?"
“Li Yanli, I’m telling you it’s impossible. Back then, when Xiao Han was weak, he wouldn’t have agreed. Now that he’s in a high position and has his own family, he’s even less likely to agree.”
He held up the New Year's gift in his hand and said, "I'm already very grateful that Xiao Han came to give me a New Year's gift. Li Yanli, you're never satisfied."
"If you really anger him, he'll disown me as his uncle. With his current position, it would be very easy for him to deal with you and those guys like Shi Tou."
"Yanli, I didn't want things to come to this, but now that it has, I can't control it."
Upon hearing this, Li Yanli suppressed the scheming in her eyes and murmured, "Who would have thought that the little beggar from back then would rise to such prominence?"
"Besides, it's not like I wanted to contact him. Anyway, whether he's good or bad has nothing to do with me. It's just that your good sister wanted me to have him stay at home for lunch. Your sister is coming over with her husband at noon."
"Now look what's happened. We couldn't keep him here. Your sister and brother-in-law came over at noon. I don't know how to explain this to them."
Liu Qiusheng was somewhat annoyed. "You agreed to it yourself, so you should receive them yourself."
“Li Yanli, let me tell you, Xiao Han has his own life now. I don’t care if it’s you or Liu Qiufeng, don’t bother him anymore.”
That child finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel, but his relatives didn't help him when he was suffering.
Now that he's living a happy life, why should he bother with anything from the past?
On the other side.
Meng Yingying led Qi Donghan away. She could sense that even Qi Donghan, who was usually indifferent to what he couldn't do, was showing some emotion at this moment.
So much so that when he held her hand, he held it extremely tightly as well.
Meng Yingying didn't say anything, but just let him calm down slowly.
After an unknown amount of time, Qi Donghan seemed to have calmed down a bit before he spoke, "I came to Harbin with my uncle when I was seven years old."
He spoke calmly, as if he were talking about someone else's business.
"I was kicked out by my aunt the first year I celebrated Chinese New Year, and I have never stepped into my aunt's house since then."
However, as a child, he envied his uncle's children, who could reunite with their families every year during the Spring Festival.
He had longed for it, but his wish was never fulfilled.
Later on, he stopped craving it.
During the Chinese New Year, my uncle would slice a piece of braised pork, serve a plate of braised pig intestines, and a plate of peanuts. That was the happiest day for him.
"But Yingying, do you know?"
Qi Donghan turned around, and sunlight fell on Meng Yingying's face. Her skin was so white it was almost translucent, and even her eyebrows and eyes were serious as she listened intently to every word Qi Donghan said.
"Um?"
"This is also the first time that someone has led me home for the Chinese New Year."
He had been rejected by his aunt countless times on the first day of the Lunar New Year, but this time, someone accompanied him when he left.
Meng Yingying paused, a hint of heartache in her eyes, "Qi Donghan."
She held his hand tightly, saying, "From now on, I will spend every New Year with you."
He is no longer alone.
And she was no longer alone.
Two lonely people formed a family here, a family that included both her and Qi Donghan.
*
The Song family.
Grandma Song looked outside the door all morning. Father Song said calmly, "Stop looking. Since you didn't go to acknowledge Meng Yingying, she has no chance of coming to wish you a Happy New Year."
Grandma Song knew this, but she still felt uneasy.
"The eldest son's whole family has come back for the New Year, except for Fenfang and Yingying. One is far away in the Northwest, and the other is in Harbin. They are right under my nose, but I can't see them even though I want to."
"Old man, do you think this is our retribution?"
Grandpa Song didn't speak, but just shook the newspaper he was holding in his hand. After a while, he said, "Don't say such unlucky things on the first day of the Lunar New Year."
"I think Commander Chen is right about one thing: now that Meng Yingying is married to Qi Donghan, she has her own family."
"She doesn't need us, her relatives who came later in life, anymore."
"Old woman, you need to understand that it is you who need Meng Yingying, not the other way around."
Grandma Song didn't speak. She walked with faltering steps, looking out the window for a long time. "Tell me," she said, "if you had brought Yingying back with you when you brought Fenfang back back then, wouldn't things be different today?"
Old Man Song didn't speak, he just remained silent.
This seems to be the best answer.
"Let's leave it for now, and help that child out if he encounters any difficulties in the future."
Look, even Old Man Song, who had been stubborn his whole life, compromised.
Northwest Base.
Song Fenfang has been in the desert for seventy-three days. The wind and sand have made her face a little chapped, but she doesn't care.
During the Lunar New Year, she ate dry naan bread, taking three bites before drinking a sip of water because there wasn't enough.
It was barely enough to fill my stomach.
"Isn't today Lunar New Year's Eve?"
She suddenly realized what was happening.
The people around him nodded. "Professor Song, it will be New Year's Day after midnight. There's only one minute left."
After hearing this, Song Fenfang paused for a moment, raised her glass and looked in the direction of Harbin. She murmured, "Yingying, Happy New Year."
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Author's Note: Bonus chapter for 35,000+36,000 words of nutrient solution. I saw some readers asking about the competitions. According to the outline, there are two more competitions before the story ends.
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The beautiful widow is an eighth-grade fitter.
Synopsis: Meng Shuiqing is the only female level-eight fitter in China. After receiving the Global Women's Outstanding Award, she...
She transmigrated into the body of a beautiful widow in a tenement courtyard during the Cultural Revolution. She was beautiful and fair-skinned, but timid and cowardly. Her husband had died, and she was raising two children alone. She was coveted by the men in the courtyard, and in order to support her children, she had to navigate among these men.
She married three times in her life. Each husband was attracted to her beauty and indulged in her body, but at the same time, he found her too flashy and too burdensome, and eventually abandoned her.
Meng Shuiqing: Hehe, men, men will only affect her career!
*
After transmigrating, Meng Shuiqing set her sights on the Capital Machinery Factory. When news of the factory's recruitment assessment came, she submitted her application form.
The men in the courtyard who were eyeing her couldn't help but laugh: "Meng Shuiqing, you still want to work in the factory? Can you even tighten a wrench?"
Her elder brother from her maternal family also chimed in, "Shuiqing, it's the right thing for you to remarry obediently. Don't go out and embarrass yourself!"
On the assessment field, he faced ridicule from everyone.
Meng Shuiqing easily and calmly resolved the problem of that precision faulty part, which even the factory's most experienced level eight craftsmen couldn't handle.
Everyone, "?"
Is this the frail Meng Shuiqing?
Later, Meng Shuiqing climbed all the way to a high position and once again became the only female level eight fitter.
The children idolized her.
Her family was proud of her.
Those men who once coveted her didn't even have the courage to look her in the eye; they could only lower their heads and respectfully call out, "Engineer Meng."
Even the powerful and influential factory director Yan in the book followed suit, his gaze lingering on Meng, "Where you go in the future, I'll go. I'll be your factory director, okay?"
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