There was a small piece of double-sided tape on the cover of the book. Qin Moling peeled it off, not knowing where this extra tape came from. He hasn’t read it yet, but he roughly knew what was inside.

“What’s said here is not practical,” he concluded.

“I haven’t read this one, but I’ve seen similar books.” Qin Moling put the book on her study table, “I don’t need it.”

He explained, “It’s not that I won’t pursue you, and I also thank you for buying me the book.”

Jian Hang knew that there were not many books on this topic that were applicable to married couples, and it was within her expectations that he would not want to read such books. 

Besides, she didn’t really buy the book for him to read.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to read it. I’ll take a look at it myself when I have time,” she said.

The passionate kiss just now was interrupted and the atmosphere was gone.

Jiang Shenghe was also still in the living room, so they didn’t continue anymore.

Qin Moling tidied up the ziplock bag containing her ID photos and put it back in the drawer of her study desk.

Jian Hang took a look at the book. Since the book had already been exposed in front of him, she would just take it back home.

Qin Moling turned around and saw her putting the book in her bag. She had brought him a can of coffee when she went to Suzhou on a business trip. This book could be regarded as her second gift to him.

Regardless of whether he could use it or not, he should accept it instead of refusing it outright.

Qin Moling apologized, “I should have accepted it regardless.”

Jian Hang felt bad, “It’s okay. I just bought it for you to read, it’s not a gift.”

Qin Moling held her in front of him, lowered his head and kissed her gently, “I need to pursue you with my heart, not with books.”

Just as he was about to let her go, Jian Hang kissed him back on the lips.

Behind him was her bed. Qin Moling was still rational. “They are still waiting outside.” After saying that, he gathered her in his arms and kissed her deeply until he was satisfied.

… …

Jian Hang took out a makeup mirror and lipstick from her bag and touched up her makeup.

The two came out of the room, and Jiang Shenghe joked, “Have you settled the accounts well?”

Jian Hang smiled, “I looked at his old ID photo and I seem to have an impression. I only calculated a little bit of the accounts today. I will settle it slowly on the wedding day.”

It turned out that the two of them came out to get their bags to see their childhood ID photos.

Speaking of the wedding, Jiang Shenghe asked, “Has the date been set?”

Jian Hang looked at her mother. The wedding date was discussed by her mother and Grandma Qin. She and Qin Moling never asked any questions. “Mom, what date in September?”

Chen Yu said, “We just discussed it this morning. We think number 9 is good. You can check with Moling to see if he likes it. If not, you can change it.”

Jian Hang had no objection, she looked at Qin Moling.

Qin Moling said, “It’s whatever day Jian Hang says.”

So the wedding was scheduled for September 9, the day before Teachers’ Day.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

After dinner, they stayed until ten o’clock in the evening, chatting and having a great time, then they went home.

Qin Moling drank alcohol in the evening and they were driven home by the driver.

Jian Hang turned on the car’s roof light, took out her wallet, and looked at Qin Moling’s childhood photo.

Before she could see clearly, Qin Moling took the wallet from her hand and put it back in her bag, “People who don’t have any impression of something would not be able to remember it even if they try hard.”

Memory was magical. The people and things that one could remember as a child, even after many years, one could still clearly recall them—just like he remembered playing with her and reading picture books to her, and he also remembered the expression on her face when she spoke, and even what she said.

But if the memory was vague from the beginning, even if one tried to recount the scene, one would still have no impression of it.

Jian Hang belonged to the latter.

He explained, “I’m older than you, so I can remember it.”

Jian Hang turned off the car’s roof light. “Everyone who knows me says that I still look a lot like I did when I was a kid. Do you think so?”

“Same, but not the same.”

His statements were contradictory, but Jian Hang could understand what he wanted to express.

“Jian Hang.” Qin Moling instructed the driver to lower the partition before he continued. Only after their words could no longer be heard did he say, “Have you ever thought how, if we had a child, she might look like you when you were little?”

Jian Hang: “…”

Children were a little far away from her at the moment.

She still wanted to be a CEO and hadn’t thought that far ahead.

But when she thought about having a daughter with him, she found that she also looked forward to it.

“Have you thought about when to have a child?” This was a matter between the two of them, so she asked him this first.

Qin Moling said, “Wait until the Fourth Division is on the right track under your management.”

She said she had a dream of becoming a CEO, and he took this matter seriously.

Jian Hang moved over, sat close to him, and hugged him, “Thank you.” 

The driver was still in the front, and she would not do anything outrageous, so she quickly let go of him and sat back on her side.

Qin Moling kept looking at her. He felt very comfortable being with her. She had a sense of propriety, and she grasped it just right. When there were outsiders around, she was never clingy but was always generous and neat.

In the bedroom, she liked kissing, liked him holding her, and she gave him her most charming and sexy side.

Even when it was just the two of them, she would never act willful.

His cousin Qin Shu once said that there was no woman who didn’t want to be willful. A woman who was not willful, it was partly because of her personality—but the most important reason was that no one let her be willful.

“Jian Hang, ask me a question you wouldn’t have asked before.”

Jian Hang didn’t understand what he meant for a moment, “What aspect?”

Qin Moling said, “Between you and me.”

Well, there were quite a few.

But she also felt that it was unnecessary to ask. Asking some questions would only cause trouble for herself, and she might not get any answers at all, so why bother asking?

In this marriage, all she could do was to manage it well. If he treated her well, she would treat him sincerely in return. As for her desire for his love, if he couldn’t give it to her, it was a pity at most, but it wouldn’t affect her decision to continue their marriage.

Qin Moling said, “You ask, it’s okay.”

He added, “Ask anything.”

Jian Hang was not the kind of person who would waste opportunities. If there was a chance, she would grab it. 

“If my blind date with you hadn’t worked out and you married someone else later, would you do the same things?” 

Would he be as considerate?

Qin Moling didn’t answer immediately. She asked that because she was possessive of him. She had said before that she had a possessive desire for him and she hoped that he would take the initiative to treat her better.

He said, “There won’t be anyone else.”

… …

Back at the apartment, the night view at the small restaurant was dazzling.

Without turning on the lights, Qin Moling led her over.

He picked her up.

The dining table in the small restaurant was originally aligned north-south but was later bumped into so much that it was hard to tell which direction it now faced.

After calming down, they both went to the bathroom.

Jian Hang just took a quick shower. Qin Moling came out of the bathroom in the second bedroom and went to the small dining room. She also walked over, took the towel from Qin Moling, and helped him wipe his dripping hair.

Before they went off to take a shower, the table and chairs had all been knocked askew; Qin Moling now straightened them.

“I was planning to go jogging tonight,” said Jian Hang.

As she spoke, she wiped his hair. Qin Moling held her with one hand and used the other hand to arrange the dining chair next to him. He said, “We just exercised. It’s the same.”

“…”

How could this be the same?

She has been walking for more than an hour every day in the past few days. Her legs are slowly recovering and she should be able to run normally now.

Jian Hang wiped his hair carefully. The two of them were now using the same series of shower gel, and their bodies smelled similar.

Qin Moling had put all the chairs that had been knocked crooked in place and now had time to look at her. In order to see the night view, the lights in the small restaurant were still off. His eyes were as dark as ink as he looked at her quietly.

After wiping his hair, Jian Hang stood on tiptoe and gave him a kiss on the bridge of his nose.

The small restaurant was suddenly very quiet.

Jian Hang felt something different about his body and threw the towel on the back of the chair. She had seen his mermaid line before and the smooth and flowing muscle lines there.

She leaned over and kissed him.

Just for a moment.

At that moment, Qin Moling suddenly couldn’t see the night scene in front of him clearly, and it was all blurry.

The defeat came like a landslide.

Qin Moling picked up Jian Hang and kissed her lips.

There was an endless night scene before his eyes.

He kissed her, wanted her, gently, forcefully.

Just like the lights and the night, the lights were gentle and the night strong, they intertwined with each other.

Jian Hang bowed her head and held his fingers tightly.

Tonight, they felt different than they had ever felt before.

But they couldn’t tell what was different.

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

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Chapter 49.2 — Weekend Trip