CH 2.2

As Shen Zhiqian spoke, he got out of the car and went around to Ning Qingqing’s seat, leaned over to unfasten her seat belt, stretched out his arms, and carried her out.

Ning Qingqing raised her hand to push him away, but since her Big Aunt came, she really didn’t have any strength. After a moment of discomfort, Shen Zhiqian had already brought her in front of the elevator.

It was already late, and it was not like she had never stayed at Shen Zhiqian’s apartment before, so Ning Qingqing no longer bothered to refuse, so she went up with him like this.

She put down her bag in the guest room, showered, and came out to find Shen Zhiqian in her room.

In his hands he held a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea1: “Qingqing, does your stomach hurt? Drink this first.”

Under the light, the arrogance in the man’s brows and eyes all turned into tenderness.

Ning Qingqing took the bowl and took a few sips. She was about to wash the bowl but was held back by him: “I’ll do it later.”

After he said that, he reached out his arms and naturally wrapped them around Ning Qingqing’s waist from behind, his warm palms fell on her lower abdomen, and his chin rested on her shoulders: “Qingqing tell me, why are you unhappy today?”

Being suddenly cocooned in warmth, Ning Qingqing let out a sigh. Maybe she can try communicating with him again, about them, about their future.

After all, they’ve already been together for nine years, Shen Zhiqian really is good to her, and he never acted in a way that made her feel uneasy.

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“Zhiqian, my 25th birthday is approaching.” Ning Qingqing looked into Shen Zhiqian’s eyes through the mirror: “Everyone says that 25 is a hurdle. It seems that when you reach 25, you are no longer as young.”

“Worrying just because of this? This is why are you unhappy?” Shen Zhiqian’s low laughter fell in her ears and he switched to his other hand to warm Ning Qingqing’s stomach: “In my eyes, our family’s Qingqing is the most beautiful, she’ll still be beautiful when she becomes old!”

Hearing him say ‘old’, Ning Qingqing asked subconsciously, “Then what do you think we will be doing after many years?”

Hearing this, Shen Zhiqian was in a trance for a moment, and then he kissed the side of Ning Qingqing’s face: “Don’t say the word ‘old’, we are still young.”

“Yeah.” Ning Qingqing replied, her body was still warm, but the flames in her heart gradually began to die out.

“You drank today, go to bed early, and I have to get up early tomorrow.” As she spoke, she came out of Shen Zhiqian’s arms.

“Okay, good night Qingqing.” The man said while watching Ning Qingqing lie down then turned off the light and closed the door.

In the room, Ning Qingqing stared into the darkness and slowly exhaled.

Just as she was about to close her eyes, her phone rang continuously. Realizing that she forgot to turn off her phone, Ning Qingqing got up and picked it up. She saw that her high school class group chat which was rather active when it was first created a few years ago suddenly became lively again.

As soon as she clicked in, she saw a red envelope2 prompt. Perhaps because it was late at night her mind short-circuited, by the time she reacted, Ning Qingqing had already clicked open the red envelope.

39.7 yuan.

Such a lucky red envelope3 is really rare, but when Ning Qingqing saw the sender’s avatar, her pupils suddenly constricted.