The tickets come in an envelope.

“What is it?” Jian Hang asked, opening it.

She had read about this art exhibition in her circle of friends. A friend went to see it and said it was a good experience. Jian Hang was busy with projects during this period and hadn’t paid attention to any news about the exhibition.

Speaking was an art, and Qin Xing has reached the pinnacle of it.

“My eldest aunt likes to see art exhibitions, and my older brother asked for two tickets. I happened to have plans to come over here to ask Lin Xiao something, so he asked me to bring these tickets over.”

“My older brother is concerned that you will be busy tomorrow and may not have time to go, so he will leave the tickets for you first. If you are free, he will accompany you. If you are not free, he will not make any plans to go. You can then just give the tickets away to your friends who’d like to see the exhibition.”

Jian Hang stuffed the tickets back into the envelope, “I’ll discuss it with your brother then.”

Qin Xing successfully completed the task and went back to Lin Xiao to brag.

… …

Jian Hang waited for Qin Xing to leave and then took out the tickets again. It was for the 3 pm show tomorrow afternoon. No matter how busy she was, she always gave herself half a day off every week, so she still had time to watch this exhibition.

She sent a message to Qin Moling: [The tickets have been received, I will be free to watch it tomorrow.]

She didn’t say anything else. Qin Moling thought she had an appointment with a friend, so he replied: [Good.]

Jian Hang thought this ‘good’ was because he was determined to watch the exhibition together tomorrow.

The ticket was given by Qin Moling, and he specifically chose a weekend afternoon when she was free. He must know the time, so she didn’t bother to take a photo of the ticket and send it to him.

Besides, if he didn’t know the time to enter, then he would have asked just now.

Although Qin Xing said that Qin Moling asked her mother-in-law for the tickets to the art exhibition, Jian Hang knew that with Qin Moling’s character, it was impossible for him to take the initiative to take her out on a date. In all likelihood, it was grandma or mother-in-law who gave Qin Moling the tickets. 

Qin Moling just didn’t refuse it.

But this was good. At least he was not opposed to having this marriage.

She didn’t reject it either.

Jian Hang searched a little about the paintings that would be on display at the exhibition, and it seemed that the colors were very bright and bold. She thought about it for a while and decided to wear a white coat.

Standing among the colorful lights, white would be eye-catching and refreshing.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

On Sunday, Jian Hang worked overtime as usual in the morning and left the company at noon to visit her grandparents. During her half-day break every week, she would spend two hours with them.

Knowing that she would come over at noon, her grandparents prepared fruits for her, and the store was also tidied up in advance, making it look clean and tidy.

Every time Jian Hang came over, she always ate half a portion of liangpi noodles and half a jiangbing crepe. After eating, she would praise her meal, and her grandparents’ faces would light up with joy.

Grandpa started to mix the noodles for her, and grandma was busy spreading the crepe. Jian Hang was holding a plate of fruits that grandma had washed for her. She nibbled on the fruits while wandering around between her grandparents.

Grandma chatted with her, “Don’t you want to go shopping in the afternoon? Spring is coming soon, go buy some nice clothes.” Grandma smiled and said, “Buy it and I’ll reimburse you for it.”

Jian Hang also smiled, “Then I’ll buy a few more.”

After the joke, she said she wouldn’t go shopping today, “I made an appointment with Qin Moling to see an art exhibition.”

The smile on grandma’s face deepened.

Jian Hang stood by the stove and watched. Grandma spread out a small jianbing crepe for her, only half the size of a normal order.

There were layers of steam on the crepe. Grandma grabbed a handful of chopped green onions and sprinkled them on top. They were bright green and the aroma of the crepe sidled up her face.

After lunch, Jian Hang stayed in the store for another half hour and set off to the exhibition hall on time at two o’clock.

When she arrived at the ticket check-in area of ​​the exhibition hall, there was still time.

Jian Hang didn’t see Qin Moling and sent him a message: [I’m here, where are you?]

Qin Moling was working overtime at the company. He looked at his watch. There was twenty minutes left before the doors to the exhibit open: she must be asking him when he would arrive at the exhibition hall.

[In the company. Didn’t you make an appointment with a friend?]

Jian Hang: [?]

Qin Moling: [I saw the art exhibition abroad and thought it was good. I left the two tickets for you.]

Jian Hang and Qin Moling reacted at the same time. There was obviously a misunderstanding.

Jian Hang: [Sorry, maybe I didn’t understand what Qin Xing said.]

Qin Moling: [It has nothing to do with you, it’s how Qin Xing said it that was wrong. It was also my fault that I couldn’t explain it properly to Qin Xing.]

Now that the matter has come to this, there was no point in asking what Qin Xing said that day. Neither Qin Moling nor she was someone who blindly blamed others for their own mistakes.

If she and Qin Moling had asked each other a few more questions in the messages that day, there would not have been a misunderstanding.

Jian Hang looked at the tickets in her hand and thought that it would be a pity to waste one. [It’s okay, you’re busy.]

Qin Moling decided to make another exception for the last time. After all, Qin Xing didn’t make it clear, and she didn’t have time to make an appointment with her friends now. He took the initiative again, [“Then shall I go over and see it with you? I’ve pretty much handled the company’s affairs for the day.”]

Jian Hang: [It’s up to you.]

She sent a message again: [“If you want to come, I will wait for you.”]

Qin Moling: [You go in first and take a look around. I’ll call you when I get there.]

Marriage First, Love Later translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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T/N: Sometimes you’d see quotation marks inside the brackets—that’s when they send voice messages. 

Why do they send voice messages in the middle of texting? Because typing things out in Chinese is not as easy as stringing a handful from only 26 letters.

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