Jian Hang spent the whole afternoon reading the book, reading it carefully from beginning to end, but there was almost no useful tips that could be applied to her and Qin Moling’s situation.

Jian Hang closed the book then went to see Qin Moling, who was also reading a book.

Qin Moling didn’t look up and said calmly, “No.”

After saying it, he felt that he shouldn’t talk to her in that tone.

He put the book in his hand on the coffee table, “Have you finished reading it?”

“Well, the cases in it are good. I suffered losses due to patented technology when working on a project before,” she said, explaining why she wanted to read this fake book.

Qin Moling understood, but it was just understanding—he still felt unhappy.

Jian Hang stuffed the book, of which only the cover was fit for reading, into her bag.

“Would you like some coffee?” She stood up and wanted to make him some.

“No.” Qin Moling opened the bag and took out a figurine. He handed it to her without saying anything.

Jian Hang was delighted. Since she couldn’t play games, it was nice to have action figures.

“Thank you.” She walked over and hugged him first before taking the figurine from him.

Qin Moling suddenly felt ashamed. He was planning to give her one figurine at a time; this was obviously not enough.

He took another one out of the bag and handed it to her.

Jian Hang was not one who usually showed her emotions on her face, but in front of Qin Moling she could still make some exceptions. A bit of her joy was clearly written on her face.

She knew it was not easy to collect these limited edition figures, “I don’t even have any expensive gifts for you.”

“It’s my duty to give it to you. There’s no need for reciprocity.” Qin Moling zipped up the bag. There was still one out-of-print figurine left. He would give it to her when she catches up with him.

Jian Hang held up the two figurines and said, “I’ll put them upstairs.”

There was a jewelry table in the cloakroom, and she had placed the figurine that Qin Moling gave her last time alongside the diamond jewelry.

Qin Moling sat alone in the living room for half a minute, then got up and also went upstairs.

Hearing footsteps outside, she put down her figurine and took a shirt from the cloakroom, “I’m going to take a shower.”

The time was neither early nor late. There was something that happened after taking a bath, and both of them were aware of it.

In all the time they had been together, they had never shared the bathroom at the same time, so Qin Moling went to the second bedroom.

Jian Hang took out a bottle of cherry blossom essential oil from the built-in refrigerator. She had enough time to take a hot bath tonight.

When she came out of the bathroom, Qin Moling was standing by the bed, drying his hair. 

The bathroom door opened, and he turned back to look at her only to be startled. She was barefoot, wearing only one of his dark blue shirts, buttoned to the top, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

Jian Hang walked to the dressing table, picked up a tube of hand cream at random, and applied it carefully on her hands.

She spent the whole afternoon studying a book on love-chasing techniques but didn’t really gain much. However, the book mentioned that once a woman is too proactive, it was easy to destroy a man’s possessiveness and sense of freshness towards the relationship. He has already enjoyed the woman’s tenderness for him in advance, so it would be difficult for him to be moved again and to take the initiative to do anything.

Therefore, women must strike a balance when it came to taking the initiative.

She wasn’t sure if what was written in the book was correct, but she thought it made some sense.

She applied hand cream for four or five minutes but still hasn’t finished.

Qin Moling had already half-dried his hair. He walked to the dressing table and held her in his arms.

Jian Hang raised her head and looked into his eyes, “Qin Moling, chase me this time.”

Qin Moling was about to kiss her—but paused.

She was always so direct, catching him off guard.

Jian Hang raised her hand, her fingertips resting on his heart, “I want to be in here, with you.”

Pause.

“I never cared before about who loved me or treated me well. Now it’s different. You are my husband. I have a possessive desire for you. I want you to take the initiative to treat me well.”

Qin Moling reminded her, “Aren’t you going to chase me?”

Jian Hang replied, “I now declare that I have failed in my pursuit of you, and we will be a plastic couple again.”

Qin Moling: “…”

He was silent for a few seconds.

“Isn’t that too hasty? You haven’t even chased me yet.”

Jian Hang didn’t look at him and instead hugged his waist.

Qin Moling lowered his eyes, “You want me to chase you?”

“Yeah.” Jian Hang used herself as a negative example, “Chase after me with all your heart. Don’t learn from me and give up rashly.”

Qin Moling: “…”

He couldn’t completely let go of his attitude in such a short period of time.

Qin Moling lowered his head, his lips fell on her nose, on her chin, and finally on her lips.

After considering it, he did not refuse her, “Then give me some time.”

Qin Moling picked her up, and this time, instead of putting her on the sink in the bathroom, he directly carried her to sit on the sofa.

She took a bath with cherry blossom essential oil.

Later, Qin Moling’s lips and tongue were filled with the faint scent of cherry blossoms.

It was her scent all over.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

They made a fuss until 6 o’clock then went downstairs.

There was one last out-of-print figurine in Qin Moling’s bag, so he took it out and gave it to her.

Jian Hang was surprised, “How many do you have?”

“This is the last one. I was planning to give it to you when you pursue me.” Putting down the bag, Qin Moling stood up from the sofa.

Jian Hang asked, “Are you going out again?”

“Not going out.” Qin Moling walked towards the kitchen.

Aunt Geng was washing vegetables. When she heard the noise, she turned around and asked, “What do you want? Fruit or a drink?”

Qin Moling took an apron and said, “I’ll cook tonight.”

He cooked crystal shrimp for Jian Hang and also made a dish of vegetable bacon rolls.

Qin Moling’s cooking skills are better than hers, and his dishes are more exquisite.

Jian Hang ate half a plate of shrimp and a lot of vegetable bacon rolls.

The exercise during her break was scheduled start tomorrow morning, but Qin Moling planned to move it forward to tonight. He asked her opinion first, “Do you want to run with me tonight?”

Jian Hang nodded and asked, “Where are you going to run?” Dean Zhou suggested that she do more outdoor sports. Qin Moling probably wouldn’t let her run on the treadmill at home.

Qin Moling said, “Go to the track where my little sister and young brother-in-law often go.”

He wanted to let Jian Hang see that his cousin, who had such a poor physique, could now run more than ten laps. This would give her some motivation.

After dinner and a short rest, they changed into sportswear and drove over.

In June, it was so hot outside that you would sweat even if you just sat there without moving. Jian Hang got out of the car and walked from the parking lot to the track. There were already beads of sweat on her forehead.

When Qin Moling called his cousin, they had already run a lap.

“Older Brother, I see you and Eldest Sister-in-law,” Qin Shu cut off the call.

Qin Moling turned around, and under the dim light, he saw his cousin and her husband approaching.

Jian Hang knew Qin Shu and Han Pei, this couple. Han Pei used to be a big client of Yinlin, and she had cooperated with their company on several projects.

They greeted each other.

Out of habit, she called him, “Boss Han.”

Qin Moling took over the conversation, “Call him ‘Young Brother-in-law’ from now on.”

Han Pei: “…”

Qin Shu rubbed her chin on Han Pei’s arm and couldn’t help laughing.

Because she was younger than all of them, even though Han Pei was one year older than Qin Moling, he still had to call Qin Moling ‘older brother’. Of course, Han Pei would never call him that.

But Qin Moling was enthusiastic and always treated him as his ‘young brother-in-law’, acting as the elder brother.

Han Pei knew that Jian Hang would not call him brother-in-law, so he let her off the hook, ”Just call me by my name from now on.”

He could barely tolerate Qin Moling calling him ‘young brother-in-law’, but Qin Xing, who was only a few months older than Qin Shu, also called him ‘young brother-in-law’—this part was simply intolerable.

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

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T/N: Oh no. Poor Qin Moling has been looking forward to Jian Hang chasing him! 🤭

As for Han Pei, it’s literally ‘husband of my little sister’. 😂

I read a novel where the seniority got really messed up because the FL was the stepdaughter of the Second Son and the ML was the much younger Third Son. The ML ended up calling FL’s mom (his Second Sister-in-Law) ‘FL’s mother’, which is not a title at all but what a teacher would call the parent of her student haha. And their poor baby called people willy-nilly—one is mother’s mother (grandmother) and one is father’s older brother (uncle).

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Chapter 46.2 — Conditions
Chapter 47.1 — Careful Attention
Chapter 47.2 — Careful Attention