Chapter 35 He drank alcohol.
During the first half of the winter break, Xia Qingwan traveled between the training course and her old house every day.
According to other senior students, Professor Zhao organized the training class purely out of the department's evaluation requirements, and he himself did not actually have much intention to do so.
Despite the high demand, the elective courses were still incredibly popular, filling the large lecture hall to capacity. In fact, many students had to stand to listen to the lectures in every class because they couldn't find a seat.
Lin Xiangyu flew to New York to prepare for the interview. Perhaps because everything was ready and she was just waiting for the final shot, she felt more relaxed and started making video calls to Xia Qingwan from time to time.
She would video call, sometimes in the morning and sometimes late at night. Xia Qingwan was always alone in the old house, and the things she had to do were not urgent, so they could chat a lot.
As they chatted, the two laughed and said, "Oh, let's talk about it when we get back!"
There's even a feeling of resentment at not being able to see each other.
This friendship has clearly brought them closer together.
"Where is Mr. Ye? How have you been lately?"
"...He's been very busy lately."
Xia Qingwan said.
“That makes sense,” Lin Xiangyu said thoughtfully. “It seems like these kinds of companies are always busier as the year draws to a close. Sheng Junchi brought me here, stayed for one night, and then flew back.”
Xia Qingwan laughed, "He's that nice?"
Lin Xiangyu smiled and changed the subject.
Speaking of which, the last time Xia Qingwan and Ye Peixiu met was after he sent her grandmother and Grandma Xi to Shaoping, when he came to visit her.
He stayed with her for two hours, during which he kept receiving phone calls, so she asked him to leave.
It's been almost a week now.
If you think about it carefully, he should be on vacation soon.
However, he would probably be just as busy after his vacation. Dinners with friends and family, family gatherings... too many occasions that would require his presence.
Xia Qingwan was calculating this the next morning when she suddenly received a call from Ye Peixiu.
She had just woken up and was staring blankly out the window when she answered the call. Still a little dazed, she asked, "Huh?"
Ye Peixiu laughed on the other end of the phone and said, "I said, I'll come to see you tomorrow night."
"...Come to my house?"
"Hmm," he said, "Is your bed big enough for two people?"
Xia Qingwan immediately came to her senses and asked, "You should have a day off tomorrow, right?"
"Well, tomorrow is the last day. I'll be off after get off work this afternoon."
"OK."
After saying that, she realized what he had just asked and said softly, "...Are you going to sleep here?"
"What, you're not welcome?"
"Not welcome."
She mumbled softly.
Ye Peixiu laughed, "Then I will be an uninvited guest."
He changed the subject, "I sent someone to bring you breakfast, get up and have some."
After hanging up the phone, Xia Qingwan washed up, went downstairs and opened the gate. She saw a little girl standing outside. She looked familiar and seemed to be a waitress at the Hutong Club.
"Thank you, thank you for your help."
"You're welcome," the girl said, making a heart shape with her hands above her head, tilting her head and smiling brightly. "Mr. Ye, I hope you have a nice day!"
Xia Qingwan chuckled.
I took breakfast back to the house and opened my phone to check the weather while eating.
It looks like it's going to snow tomorrow.
The first snow of this winter.
Mr. Ye will come again.
Each of these joyful moments brought Xia Qingwan a sense of relief, and the lingering fear she had felt a few days ago due to the conflict at the Xia family's old house also lessened considerably.
I read and took notes at home in the morning, cooked my own lunch, and then left for school in the afternoon.
Professor Zhao's training course is usually held in the first period of the afternoon. After class, there are no fewer than ten students lining up to ask questions at the podium. Xia Qingwan gritted her teeth and joined the end of the line.
After waiting in line for half an hour, many people ahead of her were dismissed as soon as they asked a question. As a result, Xia Qingwan, who was not nervous at first, couldn't help but feel uneasy. She anxiously peeked ahead, trying to hear the questions of the students in front of her.
Everyone says Professor Zhao is mean-spirited and sharp-tongued...
But then she thought again, whether she stuck her head out or hid it, she would be hurt too. At most, she would just be criticized a few times. It was no big deal. Thinking of this, Xia Qingwan relaxed again.
When it was finally her turn, Xia Qingwan first expressed her desire to apply for his graduate program, and then took out the list of topics she had prepared and printed out, and presented it to him.
Professor Zhao gave her a blank look, then reached out to take it. He adjusted his glasses and looked it over. "...these are all very shallow and clichéd topics. How dare you choose them as a topic?"
Xia Qingwan seemed to choke, unable to speak.
Professor Zhao then asked, "What's your name?"
"Xia Qingwan."
"Oh," Professor Zhao looked her up and down carefully this time, "...it's you. Lao Zhang mentioned you to me."
He tossed the topic selection form at her and laughed, saying, "Old Zhang said I stole her students."
Xia Qingwan took a deep breath without leaving any trace. Just as she was about to speak, Professor Zhao said, "I will be teaching your class next semester, and you will have a term paper to be published at the end of the semester. You should finish that first, and then we can talk about the future."
Xia Qingwan nodded vigorously, "I will try my best!"
Professor Zhao leaned back on his chair and looked behind her, then raised his voice and asked, "Who else is here to apply for graduate school?"
The two students at the end of the line raised their hands.
Professor Zhao quickly tapped away, listing a dozen reference books. He then shared them with three students, including Xia Qingwan, in a group chat, saying, "Next semester, thoroughly study these reference books."
Finally, the meeting adjourned. One of the students who had also raised his hand to apply for graduate school approached Xia Qingwan and whispered, "Professor Zhao isn't as cold-hearted as people say."
Xia Qingwan smiled and thought, indeed.
Those nearby scoffed at this, saying, "Come on, I think Professor Zhao is trying to discourage us."
Xia Qingwan, however, did not think so.
With a clear goal and even reference books to tackle, everything becomes so clear. What difficulties can't be overcome?
With a determined spirit, she returned to the old house and immediately began to formulate a new study plan.
That night, I read "A General Treatise on Song Dynasty Literature" until very late, and I was still muttering to myself while taking a shower.
I hadn't checked my phone for several hours. When I got to bed and set my alarm, I saw several missed calls and a few WeChat voice messages from Ye Peixiu.
She listened to the voicemail first. Ye Peixiu said, "I have an appointment tomorrow night. I'll be at your house around 11 o'clock after it's over. I'll try to be there early."
She didn't call back, but typed back:
"OK."
Another "Waiting for you" emoji was added.
Before going to sleep, Ye Peixiu replied:
"good"
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The next day, after coming back from class, Xia Qingwan was reading in the side hall.
We waited and waited, but there was still no sign of snow.
The weather in Beijing has always been like this. The predicted rain and snow usually disappear as soon as they reach the city.
In the evening, Ye Peixiu sent someone to order dinner for her, and she ate her fill.
I chatted with my grandma and Grandma Xi for another half hour.
Most of the time, it was Grandma Xi who said: The New Year atmosphere in Shaoping is even stronger than in Beijing, Qingwan, you should also have a good New Year in Beijing, and so on.
Xia Qingwan listened with a smile, feeling in her heart that it would be great if the two old people were in a good mood and in good health.
After hanging up the video and opening the book beside me, I heard the doorbell.
She first looked at her phone screen. It was only 9:30, far from the 11 o'clock Ye Peixiu had mentioned. Who could it be?
She was home alone, so she locked the main door.
Could it be Xia Mingzhou who can come straight into the yard and ring the doorbell?
While thinking this, he ran over in his slippers.
"They're here!"
I opened the door and froze on the spot.
Ye Peixiu leaned on the door frame and smiled at her.
It was freezing cold outside. In the chilly air, the tall and handsome man had an elegant demeanor, like a young man who had just scored the top spot in a high school class and was returning home to tell his wife the good news.
His black overcoat was speckled with snow.
Has it already snowed without us even realizing it?
"you--"
Before she finished speaking, Ye Peixiu had already stepped into the entrance, put his arms around her waist, and bent down to kiss her.
He drank.
As soon as the scent drew near, Xia Qingwan realized this fact.
Soft floral and fruity fragrance.
But there was no time to talk much. He kissed her and closed the door behind him.
Xia Qingwan was pressed against the entrance wall, unable to move. His kiss was fierce and deep, like a storm. One hand grasped her hands and pressed them against the wall above her head, while the other hand held her waist.
As the two stumbled along, his leather shoe stepped on her boots that she had placed to the side.
When he stopped to breathe, he asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Did you miss me?"
She has been busy with a lot of things at home lately and he is busy with work, so they can only see each other once a week. Moreover, they have to leave after just a few words each time.
She was busy panting and calming her breathing, so how could she answer him so quickly? However, he seemed to be unforgiving. After two seconds without an answer, he bit her ear and whispered a threat, "...Dare you say you don't want to?"
The hot and humid breath made her ears itch. Xia Qingwan freed her hand and punched his shoulder, whispering, "How much did you drink?"
He looked so out of control, he must have drunk quite a lot.
"A bottle of white liquor."
Xia Qingwan was shocked, "So many?!"
Ye Peixiu just smiled, his half-lowered eyes and brows revealing a hint of romantic charm. "If I don't drink that much, those old geezers won't let me go so quickly."
He came to see her an hour and a half early.
As he spoke, he kissed her again.
Perhaps he was uncomfortable with keeping his head down, so he pulled off his tie and threw it on the ground, then unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. He lifted her up with one hand holding her buttocks, leaned her against the wall, and kissed her with his head tilted back.
After two weeks without kissing, he seemed determined to get his revenge, becoming increasingly unrestrained and even more aggressive.
Xia Qingwan was completely unable to resist and endured it, involuntarily stroking his hair.
Some parts of my hair were damp, probably from the melting snow that had accumulated on the short walk from the yard to the entrance.
Their hot, humid breaths clashed, like the surging passion within them. Outside, a chilly wind blew, but they felt as if they were in the sweltering heat of midsummer, their bodies steaming with heat.
After this kiss, her eyes and lips became wet, as if she had also experienced a drunken bout of excitement.
Xia Qingwan instinctively licked her damp lips. Ye Peixiu looked up at her, and at such close range, she inexplicably had a thought: there must be almost no one in this world who has seen Ye Peixiu from this angle.
Look at his dark eyes filled with hidden desire, his thin lips that became damp after kissing her, and his Adam's apple that rolled and swallowed...
She couldn't help but whisper, "Ye Peixiu, I love you."
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Author's note: I'm so sorry I'm late today! I had my period yesterday, and I rarely have cramps during periods. I think it's probably because I've been having a lot of emotional ups and downs lately, and I've been a little anxious, so that's reflected in my body. The pain was excruciating last night, and I passed out at 10 o'clock. I slept through it all this afternoon, and when I woke up, I still felt heavy.
(I originally wanted to take advantage of the next day to make adjustments and resume daily updates as soon as possible, but today it was delayed for a few hours. I am really sorry! I need to take good care of myself in the next few days and resume daily updates as soon as possible! [Pink Heart][Pink Heart])
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