Qin Yan parked the car at the entrance of her grandmother's courtyard. The hot pot dinner tonight was very enjoyable.
Except at the beginning, Zhou Shiyuan came uninvited.
Turning off the car lights, Qin Yan stared at the darkness ahead and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. After a few seconds, a magnetic voice sounded, "Yanyan, thank you for trusting me."
"Ayan, thank you for letting me trust you."
Mo Yan turned her head to look at him, imitating his tone, and replied seriously.
One word difference, but the most touching.
Hearing this, Qin Yan was startled for a moment, then turned to smile, opened his arms and hugged Mo Yan, smelling the faint fragrance of water lilies on her body, feeling happy and peaceful.
The two hugged each other quietly in tacit understanding, and their hearts became closer and closer.
Until on the center console, Mo Yan's cell phone dinged, breaking the silence.
She glanced at it,
The cutest little old lady: Yanyan, when will you be back?
Mo Yan patted Qin Yan's back twice and said, "A-Yan, it's very late. You should go home quickly. I'm going in too."
Qin Yan was greedy for this moment and felt childish. Not only did he not let go, but he buried his head tighter.
"Let me hold you for a while longer."
Breathing lightly against the skin, Mo Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud, "It's itchy! In the next few days, except for practicing konghou and sleeping time, I will accompany you. Okay?"
She is delicate and soft, with curved brows and eyes, and a delicate and beautiful face that is gentle and sweet, but there is no trace of the coldness and alienation that she had when we first met her.
His girl is so innocent and happy, so wonderful.
Qin Yan pressed a kiss on her forehead devoutly, and then, his hot lips came to rest on her trembling eyelids.
After a while, he gently responded, "Okay."
A pair of peach blossom eyes sparkling with emotion, showing deep love and no regrets.
Zhou Shiyuan went to Guyuan Mountain the next day and specially invited the Qin family to attend his first piano concert in Hangzhou.
She didn't care about the Dior limited-edition skirt she was wearing, put on gloves and helped Mrs. Qin prune flowers and plants; then put on an apron and went to the kitchen to make Mrs. Qin's favorite mango pudding.
From childhood to adulthood, whether it was because she was living under someone else's roof or because she wanted to get the position of Mrs. Qin, her gentle and virtuous persona and her meticulous intention to please were very obvious in the Qin family.
It's just that Mrs. Qin seemed to lack interest. Her eyes were still kind when she looked at her, but there was an unfathomable alienation in her eyes.
As for Shen Qingyi, Mrs. Qin has a very good attitude towards Zhou Shiyuan and treats her as her own daughter as always.
The two of them sat around the living room and chatted.
Zhou Shiyuan placed a cup of peach gum bird's nest and a portion of mango pudding on the small table, took off his apron and sat beside them.
She said with a smile, "Grandma, I made this peach gum last night. I added it to the bird's nest and simmered it over low heat all afternoon. I just took it out of the pot and it's just right to drink now. You can try it. Auntie, this is your best choice."
My favorite mango pudding is made with the freshest Australian mangoes shipped directly by air.”
Mrs. Qin took the small bowl, took a sip, and praised, "Shi Yuan's craftsmanship is better than Aunt Zhang's. This pudding has a delicate and silky texture, and the mango tastes sweet. It's really delicious. Mom, you can try it too. Shi
Yuan is so virtuous. I don’t know who will marry you in the future. You will be lucky."
"Well, that's good. But, Shi Yuan, you're busy with work and study, so don't go out of your way to do this. This is the job of Aunt Wu and Aunt Zhang."
Mrs. Qin answered the conversation with a smile, picked up the bird's nest and drank half the bowl.
"Grandma, it's my blessing that Shi Yuan can do something small to honor you. Don't worry, I haven't left work and study behind. I came today just to invite you, Auntie, Uncle Qin and Ayan,
Let’s go to my concert together.”
Mrs. Qin and Mrs. Qin both smiled and agreed.
After dinner, Qin Jianhua returned to Guyuan Mountain.
She was very happy to see Zhou Shiyuan and asked with concern, "Shi Yuan lives in an apartment now, are you still used to it?"
"Thank you for your concern, Uncle Qin. The apartment is very good and I live very comfortably. Are you free now? I have something I want to tell you."
Zhou Shiyuan was extremely obedient in front of Qin Jianhua.
When she gets to the study, she will learn from Qi Fei that Qin Yan was shot and injured while trying to save Mo Yan, and was even almost killed by a bomb. She recounted it with added detail.
I cried so much that I felt pity for him, and he spoke with great emotion, "Uncle Qin, I'm really worried about Brother Yan. He was lucky enough to survive this time. What if there is such a dangerous thing next time? I don't want to,
I don’t want him to be like my grandfather and father. Woo hoo hoo..."
By the time Zhou Shiyuan explained the ins and outs, the bottom of the pack of tissue paper had reached its bottom.
After all, Qin Jianhua was the one in power. After learning the news, he did not show too many emotions in front of Zhou Shiyuan. Instead, he comforted him.
"Shi Yuan, you are a good boy. Thank you for caring so much about Yan'er. I will communicate with him about this matter and prevent him from taking such risks again. Don't worry. Also, don't tell grandma and aunt about this matter, lest they also
worry."
After hearing Qin Jianhua's words, Zhou Shiyuan nodded meekly, wiped away his tears and left.
Qin Jianhua sat quietly in the study for a while, then took out his mobile phone and made a few calls.
After receiving the confirmed reply, his face instantly darkened.
When Qin Jianhua was young, he survived from swords and guns, and he knew the whole story in just a few sentences.
Jump into the Nu River under a hail of bullets!
Lead a lone army with only a few dozen people left to break through the encirclement, dozens of times more powerful than your own drug traffickers and anti-government armed forces!
A new type of extremely powerful bomb exploded around him. If someone hadn't stepped forward, Qin Yan would have died there.
After he came back, he didn't even mention it, keeping his parents and relatives in the dark.
This bastard!!!
Qin Yan had just finished sending Mo Yan home when he received a call from his father. He stared at the number on the phone screen for a while and pursed his lips. He probably guessed what the call was about.
Take a deep breath and slide to the answer button.
"Come back now." There was a hint of anger in Father Qin's voice.
It was rare that Qin Yan didn't refute and just said yes.
Father Qin will know about Baoshan sooner or later, and he will have to communicate with him face to face.
He tapped the car window a few times with his bony fingers, then turned the steering wheel, and the car flew towards Guyuan Mountain.
In the whole house, only the light in the study room was still on.
The two father and son faced each other quietly, and time passed by minute by second.
In the end, Qin's father spoke first, "Your grandma is old and your mother is not in good health. Do you have to be so willful?"
"I'm not being willful. I know what I'm doing." Qin Yan stood behind the desk and replied in a deep voice.
"Bastard! You risked your life for an orphan girl. You are my son, Qin Jianhua, and the future heir of the Qin family! Have you ever considered our feelings? If something happens to you, your grandma, you
Mom, what should I do?"
Qin Yan's words instantly angered Qin Jianhua. He roared and hit the desk hard with a hammer. The ancient glazed desk lamp on it fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
The voice-activated lights in the corridor also turned on.