Chen Qing's heart skipped a beat, and a sweet feeling spread through her heart. Her eyelashes trembled, and when she raised her eyes slightly, she met his affectionate gaze. Her mind went blank, and her cheeks slowly warmed. She lowered her head again to eat her steak.
Not noticing his movement, Chen Qing looked up at him again.
He Yuan looked at his most precious treasure with tender and doting eyes: "Chen Qing".
Chen Qing stared at him speechlessly, wanting to see what tricks he was up to.
He Yuan: "I'm so happy."
Seeing that he looked radiant, Chen Qing smiled and said, "Me too. I'm very grateful for the many years of scientific research that have made your hair so thick."
He Yuan suddenly touched his face in a panic.
What did he look like again?!
He hasn't looked in a mirror in a long time!
How's your hairstyle?
Is there anything messy or irritating on your face?
Have I gotten older?
Has it aged?
He Yuan anxiously wanted to find a mirror to look at himself, but he didn't want to leave Chen Qing's side for even a moment, so his expression became conflicted.
Chen Qing looked at him leisurely, "Comrade He, are you trying to use your looks to please someone?"
"Is he/she qualified?"
"Pfft, hahaha..."
"Don't laugh."
He Yuan was helpless.
His husband is someone who really loves beautiful women.
Her face deserves 60% of the credit for choosing him back then.
Chen Qing laughed so hard he almost fell over.
He Yuan reached out and pinched her cheek, then rubbed it, and wanted to kiss her again.
Chen Qing smiled and said, "Not bad."
If he hadn't stood out from the crowd, she wouldn't have been able to spot He Yuan at a glance in her haste.
Seeing that there was no disgust in her eyes, He Yuan breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Chen Qing laughed even harder.
He Yuan laughed along with him.
After the two finished eating, they left the Western restaurant. Chen Qing was quite full, and gave the rest of the food she couldn't finish to He Yuan.
As darkness fell and the streetlights came on, Chen Qing looked up at the tall buildings, holding He Yuan's hand, feeling as if she had traveled back to the 21st century.
He Yuan and Chen Qing held hands tightly. "Let's sleep together tonight."
Chen Qing didn't refuse. She found a phone booth and said, "I'll make a call to Xiao He."
Yang Yihe panicked a little when she received the message from her aunt that she wasn't returning to the hotel. She tried her best to remain calm and asked, "Auntie, are you coming back tomorrow?"
"I'll be back tomorrow night, don't worry." Chen Qing paused, then smiled and added, "And don't overthink it, I didn't cheat on you."
Yang Yihe's little secret was exposed, and she began to stammer.
Chen Qing instructed, "Keep the door closed. If anything happens, call the hotel front desk or the phone number I gave you, okay?"
"I know!"
"OK."
Chen Qing hung up the phone.
The two of them headed straight for the hotel!
The moment the hotel door closed, He Yuan tossed the gift bag aside, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed the lips he had longed for day and night.
The kiss was urgent and deep, almost desperate, robbing her of her breath. His mind was burning with desire, and he was completely irrational. He kissed her all the way into the bathroom.
The hotel bathroom was lit with a warm, dim light, and the steam rising gently created a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere.
Chen Qing's gaze gradually became hazy, as if he were being drawn into a silent vortex and completely drowning in it.
The misty steam blurred the entire glass, and the couple's clothes lay scattered on the damp ground, unattended.
The two souls seemed to have left their bodies, and it took them a very long time to return.
The only sound in the room was their gradually calming, rapid breathing.
On the soft bed, He Yuan still held Chen Qing tightly in his arms, letting her rest her head on his arm, while his other hand unconsciously stroked her back again and again, as if to confirm that she was really by his side.
Neon lights outside the window cast a faint glow in the darkness through the gaps in the curtains.
Chen Qing was exhausted; the long-awaited exercise was truly hypnotic, but she still forced herself to ask, "When are you going back to China?"
"Before the end of the year."
He only went out to look for a gift because his project had come to an end today.
Chen Qing: "Oh."
Her eyelids started to droop.
He Yuan kissed her lips and smiled, "Go to sleep."
Chen Qing could no longer resist the drowsiness and slowly drifted off to sleep.
He Yuan, however, was wide awake.
He lay on his side, propping his head up with his arm, and with the faint light filtering through the curtains, his eyes greedily traced his sleeping face inch by inch.
More than two thousand days and nights of longing have transformed into an almost devout gaze at this moment.
The light was too dim to see the details clearly, but he felt it was enough.
He could see the soft contours of her cheeks and the faint shadows cast by her long eyelashes under her eyes.
The familiar features were enough to put his mind at ease.
He Yuan breathed softly and carefully extended his finger, hovering it in the air, moving it slowly along her brow bone, bridge of her nose, and lip line at a distance of only millimeters.
He wanted to touch her, but dared not actually place his hand on her, afraid of waking her.
This is the person he has been longing for day and night.
He Yuan stared at her intently for a long time, then couldn't help but murmur, "Chen Qing..."
A thousand words stuck in my throat, ultimately turning into a sigh.
For the first two and a half years of his career, he ignored Chen Qing's advice to sleep at least six hours a day, worked desperately, focused on his current business, and dreamed about how to improve the current plan. He wished he could split himself into two people. With his crazy efforts, the project was a great success!
He Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, his mind filled with thoughts of giving Chen Qing a surprise when he got home.
The surprise didn't come.
Because of his outstanding performance, he was sent abroad.
Before leaving, he could only make a phone call to Chen Qing.
He concealed his identity to study technology abroad, but the relevant personnel in China conducted a strict review and discovered the cartoons he had sewn into the inside of his clothes.
That was a painting Chen Qing specially made for him. It recorded the process of the two of them going from awkwardness and confrontation at their first meeting to mutual appreciation and being together. It was his only treasure, and it was confiscated after it was discovered.
He Yuan's mental world collapsed from that moment on.
He never wanted to go abroad. The only thing that connected him to Chen Qing was destroyed. In a foreign land, he didn't know when he could go back, and he lived in constant fear.
He wondered if Chen Qing had suffered too much, whether He Yuxiang had gotten back on track, whether Xiao Yu was healthy, and whether the two children had grown up healthy.
He knew nothing about any of this.
We don't know now, and we may not know in the future...
Longing and fear surged like a tide, leaving him with nowhere to release them.
Ultimately, his longing for her caused him to fall ill, and he was seriously ill for half a month.
Fearing he would die of illness in a foreign land, the organization found Chen Qing's newspapers to keep him alive.
From then on, He Yuan received Chen Qing's newspaper every six months, and he was finally willing to cheer up, just to win the opportunity to return to China!
He Yuan gazed at her for a long, long time, until the sky began to lighten. Finally, convinced that this wasn't a dream, he succumbed to exhaustion and overwhelming satisfaction, gently pulling closer to her. Listening to her breath, he drifted into his first peaceful sleep since having her. (End of Chapter)
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