Translator:
Lonelytree
Editor:
Millman97
No,
Cheng Qingchong said practically the moment Qin Yinan finished his sentence. Realizing she might have reacted too harshly, she smiled apologetically at Qin Yinan, adding,
I mean, I don’t want to trouble them too much. Furthermore, the food provided at the office is not bad, so I’ll just have my meals there.
Okay.
Qin Yinan smiled kindly back at her before closing the door.
Just as the door was about to close, Cheng Qingchong suddenly called out,
Qin Yinan.
Hmm?
Qin Yinan pushed the door open a sliver.
That…
Cheng Qingchong’s lips moved, but under Qin Yinan’s gentle gaze, the words that reached her lips gradually tumbled back her throat. She smiled at him and said instead,
Thank you, good night.
Qin Yinan laughed good-humouredly before closing the door again. As the door clicked into place, Cheng Qingchong staggered a few steps back before falling on her bedside. She had come so close to blurting out her secret and confessing all of her lies.
However, she ultimately didn’t have that courage. She was afraid that after knowing the truth, he would divorce her. Her parents were old, and they had worried about her happiness for a long time already. However, her life recently had felt like she was dancing on a knife’s edge; she might fall at any moment. The shame and guilt were especially intense whenever he lavished his kindness and concern upon her.
The pressure had gotten so harsh that she started to weep. Then, a thought bubbled up in her mind. It was then that she realized one shouldn’t lie because after you started with one, you would have to continue to make others to cover up the first one. It was a slippery slope. Then again, what choice did she have?
As she wiped her tears, Cheng Qingchong pulled out her phone from her bag. She message the doctor friend who had helped her before.
I want to arrange a fake miscarriage, can you please arrange it for me?
The reply came in less than several seconds.
Yes, you can pretend to fall and have the ambulance send you to my ward. I’ll take care of the rest.
Cheng Qingchong’s fingers trembled, and it took her a long time to type and send two words.
Thank you.
You’re welcome.
Cheng Qingchong’s tears continued to fall as she stared at this reply.
…
Su Zhinian practically kissed Song Qingchun all the way back to Shining Light Residence. The car stopped in the driveway, and without turning off the ignition, Su Zhinian crawled across the small space to squeeze his body on top of Song Qingchun.
The two spent quite a long time in the passenger seat before they tumbled out of the car with their hair dishevelled and clothes unkempt.
After they got into the house, without removing his shoes, Su Zhinian pulled Song Qingchun into his arms and lowered his head for the umpteenth time that night to press his lips upon hers.
He pried open her teeth forcefully. As he sucked on her tongue, he pushed and shoved her body towards the direction of the staircase.
Coat, wallet, car keys, shirt, shoes… The articles of clothing fell one after another, forming a trail from the front door to the staircase.
