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“Serene, drink some red bean soup, it's good for replenishing blood!”
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“Serene, drink some bone broth, it's good for calcium!”
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“Serene, drink some pig trotter soup, it's good for meat!”
“What?”
“Good for meat!”
Qing Cang smiled as he brought the spoonful of pig trotter soup back to her lips, “Come on, take a bite!”
Determined not to be tempted by him, Shen Qingyou tightly pressed her lips together and refused to open her mouth. “Come on, just one bite! Think of the three hours I spent cooking this!”
Finally giving in, Shen Qingyou obediently drank the greasy pig trotter soup, vowing fiercely in her heart that she would absolutely never get sick again!
Qing Cang’s affection for her had reached a perverse level, the kind that was more terrifying than being held in the palm of his hand for fear of losing it or being held in his mouth for fear of melting.
“Qing Cang, bring me a mirror, I want to see!”
As Qing Cang was busy cleaning up the thermos, his hand trembled and his expression suddenly froze, but it was only for a few seconds. “What do you need a mirror for?”
"I took a look in the mirror. Do I have a double chin now?"
Shen Qingyou blinked her big eyes, looking at Qing Cang's handsome profile with a radiant smile. "With you feeding me like this, I'm definitely going to gain baby fat! It's so ugly!"
Immediately, she felt quite annoyed and lowered her eyelids. Although she wasn't one to care much about appearances, Qing Cang was a man like a god. She had already climbed high by being with him, and if she turned into a fat woman, wouldn't she truly become like the toad that Lin Xiujuan described, longing for goose meat?
The tense expression on her face faded as Qing Cang smiled like a blooming flower and leaned closer. Shen Qingyou suddenly felt a wave of heat enveloping all her nerve cells, and her palms began to sweat. Looking at his exaggeratedly handsome face gradually enlarging in her pupils, she was so nervous that she forgot to breathe.
"Not baby fat; it's more like pig fat, and you're drooling too!"
"Qing Cang, you!"
In this atmosphere filled with ambiguity, Qing Cang actually said something so lacking in romantic finesse. Shen Qingyou rolled her eyes at him. "So what if I'm pig fat? Anyway, I have plenty of admirers!"
"Are you angry?"
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"Really angry?"
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"Muah!"
Qing Cang held her tightly, turning her around so she couldn't face him directly, and kissed her deeply on the forehead: "Even if you really are as fat as a pig, in my heart, you are the most beautiful pig. I would rather raise you like a pig; just eat well and sleep well, that's all!"
"Are you waiting for me to be slaughtered on stage?"
"Hehe, hehe!"
Suddenly, with a chilling laugh, Shen Qingyou realized that her words were too suggestive. Her face flushed bright red, like a cooked lobster, feeling hot all over.
"Serene, don't worry, no matter how you change, I will love you for a lifetime!"
Leaning close to Shen Qingyou's ear, Qing Cang whispered in his slightly magnetic voice. As time passed peacefully and life was stable, Shen Qingyou suddenly recalled Qing Cang's promise to her. She tightly embraced Qing Cang's broad and strong waist, envisioning their happy future together.
As dusk fell, the afterglow of the sunset quietly faded in the dim light. A cold crescent moon hung in the sky like ice water, adorned with a few sparse cold stars, revealing a hint of winter night's depth and desolation. Qing Cang sat quietly beside Shen Qingyou's hospital bed, watching her serene sleeping face. Outside the window, neon lights dazzled while inside the ward it was silent and still, far removed from the hustle and bustle of the world. His thoughts wandered in this desolate solitude as a tinge of sadness gradually soaked into his heart. Why had they struggled to reach this point only to be met with such fate arranged by heaven?
The door to the ward opened, and Li Haoran peeked in.
"Shh!"
Qing Cang placed his index finger on his lips, signaling Li Haoran to be quiet. He then tiptoed out of the room and gently closed the door behind him. The two exchanged a tacit understanding through their eyes before walking out together.
The night grew denser; the cold wind swept through, swaying deep melancholy while carrying the scent of plum blossoms into Qing Cang's nostrils. He lit a cigarette and took two deep puffs, gazing into the pitch-black night sky and asked blankly: "Li Haoran, is there really no way?"
Li Haoran looked up at the vast sky with equally lost eyes. "Qing Cang, given the current level of medical technology, it's really difficult!"
"Is there really no way at all?"
The dim light in Qing Cang's eyes extinguished the last glimmer of hope within him, despair settling in like dead ashes. How should he torment him and Serene?
"Cang, where have you been?"
As Qing Cang pushed open the door to the hospital room, he heard Shen Qingyou's concerned voice. He forced a somewhat unnatural smile, saying, "Nothing, I just went out for a smoke!"
Shen Qingyou softly responded with an "oh," then propped herself up slightly. "Qing Cang, I want to eat stinky tofu!"
For some reason, she suddenly felt nostalgic for the taste of stinky tofu. She remembered when she was in college, there was always an aunt who would appear right at five o'clock every evening downstairs from their dormitory. Each time, her cravings would be stirred, and she couldn't help but go downstairs for a bite. Back then, her roommates even gave her a nickname: "Tofu Sister!" Looking back now, that time was truly wonderful—carefree and immersed in the naive romance of young love. The prince on a white horse seemed so idealistic; reality was much harsher. The so-called romantic love and the prince on a white horse were nothing more than a fleeting dream...
"No way, you can't eat those fried foods!"
Qing Cang almost reflexively refused. Shen Qingyou, who was busy changing clothes, paused and turned to look at Qing Cang. Why did he seem so angry over just wanting to eat a few pieces of stinky tofu?
"Cang, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, I'm fine!"
Realizing his agitation, Qing Cang quickly masked his unusual expression with a faint smile directed at Shen Qingyou. He walked behind her and took off the jacket she had already put on. "Silly girl, don't you see what time it is? Which tofu stall is still open now?"
Qing Cang held his wrist in front of Shen Qingyou. It was only ten o'clock! Shen Qingyou pouted and wanted to protest, but all her words were swallowed back down by a sudden kiss from Qing Cang.
Gently, softly landing on Shen Qingyou's lips, Shen Qingyou quietly closed her eyes, her entire body going limp in Qing Cang's embrace, like a floating weed, drifting along with Qing Cang's flow, descending with the current.
A kind of hazy atmosphere rose in the air, the ambiguous feelings continuously surging, teasing the most primal desires deep within a person's heart. However, just as Shen Qingyou was ready to welcome Qing Cang's embrace, he suddenly released her, leaving her confused and bewildered.
"Fool, this is a hospital!"
Qing Cang affectionately rubbed Shen Qingyou's nose. Her face flushed crimson as he helped her lie back down on the hospital bed. Qing Cang then rushed into the bathroom. Listening to the sound of water splashing from inside, Shen Qingyou still had lingering desire in her eyes. Although this was a hospital, it was a high-end VIP room, quiet like a resort. Could it be that Qing Cang was worried about her injuries?
Raising her wrist, she looked at the marks left by the iron wires wrapped around it. The bloody scene rolled through her mind again. However, she was grateful that she had stubbornly survived. Just like wild grass with strong vitality, as long as spring breezes blew, she would still be green and vibrant.
In the bathroom, Qing Cang splashed cold water on his face with all his might. Water droplets slowly slid down his forehead and hung from his chin. Turning the faucet to its maximum flow, he covered his face and cried bitterly in front of the mirror. What flowed through his fingers was not water but his overflowing tears.
After staying in the hospital for two full months, Shen Qingyou finally discharged herself. With spring in full bloom, the Forsythia at the hospital entrance bloomed abundantly. Dressed in a beige trench coat with a light purple silk scarf tied around her neck, she stood at the door and jokingly said to Li Haoran, who came to see her off: "Li Haoran, you black-hearted doctor! You actually made me stay here for two months! I've decisively decided to cut ties with you...!"
Li Haoran looked at the cheerful Shen Qingyou with a smile in his eyes. She radiated boundless vitality standing amidst the dazzling golden flowers. He loved seeing her like this—hands on her hips, laughing carefree. This scene would forever be etched in Li Haoran's memory for a long time.
Qing Cang hurriedly caught up from behind with a large bag in hand, shouting: "Slow down! Slow down!"
Upon seeing Li Haoran, the two men exchanged knowing glances. Qing Cang walked over to Shen Qingyou, set down the large bag he was carrying, and gently tucked away her loose strands of hair. Watching their overlapping silhouettes on the ground, Li Haoran suddenly felt a damp sensation at the corner of his eye while simultaneously solidifying his resolve; even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he would never give up easily...
"Cang, are we really going back to Qing Family Mansion?"
This must have been Shen Qingyou's umpteenth time asking this question. Qing Cang freed one hand from the steering wheel and held Shen Qingyou's slightly sweaty hand: "Auntie, this is already the thirteenth time you've asked. I'm tired of answering it as much as you're tired of asking it. Yes, yes, yes! You heard correctly; we are indeed going back to Qing Family!"
"Isn't Dragon City Garden quite nice?"
Shen Qingyou felt a bit uneasy and lost, always sensing that the residence was like a curse to her. Every time she entered with good intentions, she would come out with wounds, leaving shadows in her heart.
"Serene, you are the daughter-in-law of the Qing Family, so this is your home, and you are its mistress!"
Qing Cang's certainty felt like a warm current flowing into Shen Qingyou's heart. Yes, she and Qing Cang were legally married; everything he had was hers, and his family was her family.
The car slowly drove into the Qing Family courtyard. The spring residence was immersed in a sea of flowers, with large patches of purple tulips making Shen Qingyou inside the car excitedly roll down the window, taking deep breaths of the intoxicating fragrance in the air. How could there be so many tulips?
"Do you like it? I specially planted them for you!"
Shen Qingyou nodded vigorously, her eyes filled with immense excitement as she looked at Qing Cang. Qing Cang shrugged, "Although I love the way you look at me with such admiration, unfortunately, these are all my grandfather's masterpieces! He gifted them to you!"
Qingbo Nation?
The car stopped at the end of a long red carpet that seemed to stretch endlessly. Qing Cang jumped out from the driver's seat, opened the car door, and bent down, "My princess, please get out!"
His princess? The corners of Shen Qingyou's eyes became moist. She felt as if she were in a dream, sitting in her seat, just staring blankly at Qing Cang, watching him reach out his hand to her. The sincerity in his eyes—this man had already brought so many surprises into her life...
Dressed in a groomsman outfit, Li Haoran ran over from a distance and reached Qing Cang and Shen Qingyou, smiling, "What are you still dazed about? We've been waiting for you!"
"What is this?"
“Serene, don't blame me for locking you in the hospital for two months. If you want to blame someone, blame Qing Cang. It's his fault!”
Li Haoran looked at Shen Qingyou innocently and shrugged his shoulders. “If you want to be a runaway bride right now, I would be more than happy to be your driver!”
Qing Cang shot a fierce glare at Li Haoran, then, fearing that Shen Qingyou might actually try to run away, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his embrace. “You are mine. If you dare to escape, I will post your wanted posters all over the world!”
Shen Qingyou smiled. With such a warm embrace, she had no intention of escaping; she only wanted to nestle in his arms and be the touch of vermilion on his chest...
“Hey, you two, stop with the lovey-dovey stuff! There are so many guests waiting. Come on, hurry up!”
With that, Li Haoran opened Qing Cang's trunk and pulled out two bags—one containing Qing Cang's Uniform and the other containing Shen Qingyou's wedding dress. This was a carefully planned scheme...
Walking down the long red carpet, Qing Cang held Shen Qingyou's hand tightly. “Why do it like this?”
“This is the wedding I owe you!”
A smile of indulgence appeared on Qing Cang's lips, his sharp brows and deep eyes making Shen Qingyou unable to stop glancing at this man beside her. Walking on the soft carpet, she cupped a ray of sunlight in her palm. She believed that Qing Cang was the most beautiful encounter of her life. In love deeply and truly, perhaps this life’s meeting was just right—neither too much nor too little, not failing the brilliance of youth, not seeking a lifetime of blooming flowers but rather a lifetime of intoxication. In this life, having him was enough.
By the time they reached the airport, Shen Qingyou still felt as if she hadn’t woken up from a dream. She just knew that following Qing Cang would never be wrong!
After exchanging registration cards, passing through security checks, walking down a long corridor, and stepping onto the escalator, the Flight Attendant greeted them politely and gently: “Hello!” They walked through the cabin and arrived at the exclusive luxury cabin for VIP guests. Shen Qingyou sat on the soft sofa, pressing her face against the glass window, foolishly gazing at the scenery outside that had nothing to admire.
“Here!”
Qing Cang handed over a piece of gum, and Shen Qingyou shook her head, "I don't want it!"
"Fool, it's not for you to eat. Chew on it to prevent your eardrums from popping when the plane takes off!"
Are you really that uninformed? Shen Qingyou took the gum from Qing Cang and started chewing. As the plane slowly took off, an uncomfortable sensation suddenly washed over Shen Qingyou. Seeing Qing Cang's nervous expression, she lowered her eyelids and said in a very soft voice, "I'm sorry, it's my first time flying!"
A big smile spread across Qing Cang's face, reaching all the way to his ears. "You silly girl, there's no need to be this nervous; it'll be fine soon!"
Sure enough, as the plane flew steadily along its course, the fear deep within Shen Qingyou began to fade. Gradually, she started to feel a sense of power breaking through the clouds—a subtle, beautiful experience of flight. The sea of clouds outside the window felt surreal, and with her face pressed against the glass, Shen Qingyou felt as if she were walking in a dream. This was a journey more beautiful than traveling by car; if only she could wish for this flight to never end.
"What are you thinking about?"
Qing Cang leaned closer, wrapping his arms around Shen Qingyou's waist, burying his head in the hollow of her collarbone while gently stroking her hair with his other hand. Turning his head, he noticed the Flight Attendant smiling at her, causing her face to flush instantly. With someone else around, she felt embarrassed about their intimacy on the plane. Shen Qingyou shyly pushed Qing Cang, but it had no effect, so she gave up.
"I asked you a question; what are you thinking about?"
"I was wondering if this window can be opened? I want some fresh air!"
Qing Cang looked up in shock. "Are you out of your mind from excitement?"
"It's high blood pressure; I need some air!"
Upon hearing this from Shen Qingyou, Qing Cang suddenly felt like he was being teased. His eyes widened in surprise. "Oh really? You're actually trying to mess with me!"
As he continued, his hands found their way to Shen Qingyou's armpits, tickling her.
“Giggle, giggle!”
Shen Qingyou let out a laugh like silver bells, “I was wrong, I was wrong, no more, no more!”
She pleaded breathlessly, “I can't take it anymore, I'm almost out of breath!”
Out of breath?
A wicked smile flashed in Qing Cang's eyes. Then, as Shen Qingyou opened her mouth to take a deep breath, he suddenly leaned in and captured her lips with his own, exhaling.
“Mmm…”
With others around, Shen Qingyou pushed against Qing Cang's chest, glancing towards where the Flight Attendant had been standing. Huh? Where did she go?
“Aren't you out of breath? I'm giving you mouth-to-mouth!”
With that, Qing Cang pressed down on Shen Qingyou's head as it turned this way and that, kissing her again. The plane flew steadily through the air, while inside the cabin, a passionate scene unfolded. Qing Cang kissed Shen Qingyou from her forehead to her brow, then down to her neck, lips, collarbone, sliding down to her chest. Shen Qingyou's hands tangled in Qing Cang's thick black hair as she gasped for air. She felt a surge of overwhelming passion within her; a strong voice roared in her heart that she wanted to become one with this man.
“Cang, take me!”
When this plea escaped Shen Qingyou's lips, Qing Cang let out a muffled groan. The heat in his lower abdomen felt like it would burst his entire body apart. He longed to merge with this woman; however, a lingering worry gnawed at him. In this intensely suppressed emotion, desire erupted like a volcano.
Qing Cang's hesitation made Shen Qingyou pause slightly. Leaning close to his ear, she passionately invited, "Cang, take me, I want to be your woman!"
No man could resist such temptation. As long as her body was fine, Li Haoran could have a marital relationship with her. Thinking this, Qing Cang embraced Shen Qingyou's body and let her sit on his lap.
Tightly holding onto Qing Cang, Shen Qingyou actively lifted her skirt. Wild and proactive, he was her husband, and no one could desecrate their love.
In front of her husband, there was no need for pretense or restraint. The deeper the love, the more frantic Shen Qingyou became. At that moment, there was only one thought in her mind: she wanted to merge with this man and never be apart again...
With her hands around Qing Cang's neck, Shen Qingyou twisted her body wildly and seductively. At that moment, she transformed into a fairy, showing a side of herself that Qing Cang had never seen before. In this ultimate pleasure, Qing Cang was passive and reserved because he was worried about her health. Meanwhile, Shen Qingyou was reckless and carefree. When she dug her nails deep into Qing Cang's skin, he gasped in pain, while she became limp and exhausted, as if completely drained. In this passionate encounter initiated by Shen Qingyou, both reached their peak. Seeing her glistening with sweat, Qing Cang tenderly picked her up and held her in his arms like a Persian cat.
"Close your eyes and take a good nap; it will be over soon!"
Shen Qingyou obediently closed her eyes but felt no sleepiness at all. A smile couldn't help but appear on her lips. "What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing!"
"Come on, let me hear it!"
"No!"
"Share it with me!"
Shen Qingyou opened her eyes and looked at Qing Cang's face, her smile growing wider until she finally burst into laughter.
"Is there something on my face?"
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"Come on, or I'll smack your butt!"
"Cang, do you think the pilot felt the plane shaking abnormally just now?"
Pfft...
What is she even thinking? Qing Cang had to reevaluate Shen Qingyou. Women in their thirties are like wolves, and those in their forties are like tigers; this mature seductress is indeed quite terrifying.
Qing Cang smiled ominously, "How about I make a call to ask the airport?"
"Go to hell!"
Shen Qingyou shushed Qing Cang and then closed her eyes again. Qing Cang suppressed the smile at the corner of his eyes, hoping that happiness was not just fleeting clouds outside the window, gone in an instant.
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