Qin Moling used liangpi to mobilize an army just to accuse someone1. Because the Qin family and the Han family had a good relationship, Qin Moling only gave her a warning shot.
The secretary went downstairs to bring the liangpi up. When Qin Moling’s driver gave her the noodles, he only said, “If Ms. Han still doesn’t have enough, Mr. Qin will send more.”
The secretary brought the four portions of liangpi to Han Shuang’s office. “Ms. Han, what should I do with this?”
Han Shuang was leaning back in her chair with a cigarette, slowly exhaling the smoke, “Leave one for me to eat, and share the rest among you.” She put out the cigarette, “This liangpi tastes really good.”
She couldn’t help but be grateful for receiving it.
Han Shuang ate the liangpi, dialed Qin Moling’s phone, and said with a smile, “I ate these noodles at the club yesterday, and I really wanted to buy it again today, but you already sent some to me. I’ll invite you and Jian Hang to a meal another day when we’re free. Let’s talk over dinner.”
Qin Moling only said, “You’re welcome. I won’t disturb you while you eat.”
Han Shuang could hear that he was being perfunctory and didn’t want to say more, “Let’s contact each other another day.”
She ended the call.
If even she received liangpi, Zhong Yanfei was probably in a world of trouble.
The secretary asked, “What about Ms. Zhong?”
“That’s her own business,” Han Shuang replied.
She acted as a shield for Zhong Yanfei, and Zhong Yanfei gave her benefits— everything was settled between them.
As for how Qin Moling settled the score with Zhong Yanfei, it had nothing to do with her. She had no time to worry about Zhong Yanfei.
Qin Moling sent liangpi to her today because he wanted to tell her not to get involved in matters related to Jian Hang in the future.
This Jian Hang—she was not simple. It has only been a month since they got the marriage certificate, yet Qin Moling would already make such a big move to vent his anger on her behalf.
Last night, Jian Hang waited outside the private room for more than three hours. Han Shuang heard that she stayed calm throughout the whole process. She took her laptop and worked overtime in the waiting area without wasting a minute.
If she had a chance, she would like to meet Jian Hang.
… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com
In the evening, Jian Hang received a message from Qin Moling.
He sent her the location of the Qin family’s old residence.
[I can find it.]
She had been there more than once and knew the roads well.
Qin Moling asked: [What time will you come?]
Jian Hang turned off the computer and replied to her plastic husband: [Still at the company, leaving right now.]
On the way, she bought a bouquet of flowers for Grandma Qin.
There was a traffic jam on the road, and it took more than an hour to arrive.
Qin Moling’s car was already parked in the yard; it seemed he came earlier than she did.
There were only grandma and Qin Moling in the living room. She didn’t know what Qin Moling was telling grandma but it was the first time she had ever seen him smile so gently.
Jian Hang handed the flowers to the auntie. When they heard her saying a few words to the auntie, Qin Moling and Old Madam Qin both looked over.
Seeing her, Qin Moling returned to his normal state, his face becoming expressionless.
“Grandma,” Jian Hang greeted with a slight smile.
“Xiao Hang, come here,” Old Madam Qin waved to her and pointed to Qin Moling’s side, “Sit down.”
She didn’t sit right next to Qin Moling, consciously leaving a suitable distance between them.
He was peeling an apple, going slowly.
Old Madam Qin chatted with Jian Hang for a while, then stood up, bracing herself on the armrest of the sofa, and said to Qin Moling, “You peel that and give it to Xiao Hang to eat. I will go upstairs to see if your grandpa is ready.”
Grandma went upstairs, and she and Qin Moling were the only ones left in the living room.
She couldn’t help but wonder if grandma and grandpa had discussed this in advance, intentionally leaving some space for the two of them to be alone.
Jian Hang had nothing to do, so she watched him peel the apple.
She had always used an automatic peeler to peel fruits, and all these years she didn’t know how to use a knife to peel them. Even Qin Moling didn’t look skillful at all in his movements. He probably only peeled it specially for his grandma to make her happy.
Whether he was skilled at peeling or not was secondary: those hands with long, slender fingers were very pleasing to the eye. He held the fruit knife in his hand, and the ring on his finger was particularly eye-catching.
Jian Hang’s eyes moved up and landed on his profile.
From her perspective, his jaw was angular, his nose bridge straight, and his Adam’s apple was particularly sexy.
Qin Moling suddenly turned his head; Jian Hang looked away before he caught her peeping at him.
She bowed down nonchalantly, grabbed a few more apples from the fruit plate, lined them up on the coffee table, and waited for him to peel them.
Qin Moling looked at the three apples lined up and asked, “You want all of them peeled?”
Jian Hang nodded, “Yeah.”
Including the one he was already peeling in his hand—there were four in total.
He looked at her, “Can you eat four apples?”
Jian Hang said, “Squeeze them and I’ll drink the juice.”
Qin Moling: “…”
After a moment he continued peeling the fruit.
Practice made perfect, and he peeled the remaining ones faster than the first.
After peeling all the apples, he wiped the fruit knife with a tissue and put it away.
Ten minutes have passed and the grandparents haven’t come downstairs yet.
Qin Moling took the four peeled apples to the kitchen and squeezed juice for her.
Jian Hang looked at his helpless expression and smiled to himself. She found that no matter how wilful she was with him, he would never seriously deal with her.
… …
Grandpa and grandma didn’t go downstairs until dinner.
Some things could not be avoided no matter how hard you try.
“When are you planning to hold the wedding? I’ll prepare things for you,” Old Madam Qin asked.
On the way to the old house, Jian Hang had already prepared a script, “Grandma, don’t be in a hurry about the wedding. Qin Moling and I are also very concerned about it,” she lied but did it very sincerely. “After all, it’s only once in a lifetime. I want to wait for the relationship to develop first. We’ll do it when things are better. I don’t want to just go through the motions, otherwise it would be a pity when I look back on it in the future. What do you think, grandma?”
Old Madam Qin was unable to refute.
She nodded, “This is true.”
The wedding could be postponed for now—she respected their ideas—but the wedding photos could not be postponed.
“The weather is getting warm, which is perfect for taking wedding photos. You are busy with your work, I will find a photographer for you. Once I contact the photographer, I will confirm the shooting time with you two.”
Grandma was clearly worried about their marriage, and Jian Hang was embarrassed to refuse again.
Once the wedding photos were taken, Old Madam Qin would have one less thing to worry about.
She reminded, “Next Saturday, Old Ye’s family will hold a birthday party for him. Don’t forget it.”
Qin Moling said, “I remember.”
He and the younger members of the Ye family were in the same circle, and they have been discussing this matter every day in the group chat these past few days.
Jian Hang didn’t know whose birthday it was, and Qin Moling never told her about it.
He didn’t say that she had to go there so she didn’t worry about it.
Marriage First, Love Later translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com
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Chapter 22.3 — Wrong Bedroom
Chapter 23.1 — Wait with Her for the Elevator
Chapter 23.2 — Wait with Her for the Elevator
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