I miss him, I miss him so much. Looking at Dongdong sleeping soundly, I placed my hand on the hand wrapped around my waist.
"Don't we look like a married couple?" he asked in a low voice.
"Um"
We didn't speak. He held me in his arms, and it felt so warm. I didn't know what else to say.
Women often fantasize about unrealistic things in romantic moments, but Anqi is already thinking about practical matters.
Where do I sleep?
Where to sleep? I really haven't thought about it.
Since I met him, my feelings for him have always been one of emotional dependence and attachment.
“Sleep... there!” I pointed to a bed opposite.
He sighed in my ear and agreed with a hint of resignation.
He called the hotel to have dinner delivered. I didn't have an appetite and only ate a little.
Anqi was very considerate; he woke Dongdong up and fed him. It was unexpected that a doctor would feed a child.
"This is the second time." That was the answer he gave me when I asked him if all medical students were good at taking care of children.
"When was the last time you fed him?" I asked.
"The time I got my tooth filled."
So that was the time.
He also carried Dongdong to give him a bath after dinner. The two of them bathed for a long time; I think they were probably having a water fight.
"I'll put him to sleep, you go wash up."
He winked at me. I felt like I was eighteen again, back in my mischievous eighteen-year-old self.
After we finished washing, we each lay down on our own beds.
The remote control in my hand kept changing channels.
The local television station was broadcasting Cecilia Cheung's debut film, "Wish Upon a Star," late at night.
"Don't look at this, it's bad for your health," Anqi said with a strange tone.
"ah?"
"Look at this, it's bound to cry soon."
Hu Lulian betrayed me even with this.
"Was it Hu Lu who said it?" I asked him.
"Um"
“I love watching tearjerkers; I’ll watch whichever movie is the most emotional,” I retorted.
Anqi casually added, "Do you know how Lin Daiyu died?"
Everyone knows that, "He died of illness."
"She cried herself to death."
Why did this doctor have to discuss life and death with me in the middle of the night? Has he gone mad from being a doctor?
"You jinx!"
I turned off the TV and went straight to sleep.
Dongdong, sitting next to me, was snoring sweetly.
I envy this child's innocence and carefree nature once again.
I'm wondering if we're moving too fast. How am I going to face my family and his family when I get back?
Hu Lu's words were half right and half wrong. I even had a silly thought: what if he was also divorced?
Zhang Qian
Was he not asleep either?
"Um"
"Can't sleep?" he asked.
"I can't sleep," I answered honestly.
Me too.
I turned my head to look at him, and he was leaning to the side, propping his head up with his arm and looking at me.
"Let's talk," I said.
"Come here, come here." He beckoned to me.
Biting my lower lip, I smiled like a cat that had stolen some fish. I tiptoed over the covers and carefully tiptoed over.
He shifted his body, pulled back the covers, and I slipped inside. His covers were very warm.
"Why are your hands so cold?" he asked, squeezing my hand.
"There's something even colder." I rubbed my feet against his, only to have them pinched between his legs.
"Do I look like a cold-blooded animal?" I couldn't see his expression clearly in the dark, but I still looked up and asked him.
"It's most like that when you're feeding me dumplings."
"You still hold grudges?" He didn't seem like a petty person.
"Um"
How could he say that? Do you think I'd feel good about it? I ate just as many dumplings as he did, definitely more than him, while he only ate a few.
"I ate just as much," I said, feeling wronged.
"Sigh!" He rubbed my head. "Don't make it again, it tastes awful."
"Um"
We've run out of things to say again. In those romantic dramas on TV, the leads always have so many sweet nothings to say. They can go on for over forty episodes! But when it comes to us, we barely exchange a few words in half a day. Is this normal?
Have you thought it through?
"What?" What are you thinking about so casually?
"Follow me."
"Am I not coming?" I pretended to be confused.
“I meant marriage.” He gripped my shoulders tightly with both hands.
"That's too fast."
Love comes and goes quickly, only pork rolls are eternal. Even Garfield understands this, so how could I, someone who's been through it all, not? This is my second chance at life, I need to be extra careful in choosing my partner.
"Still fast?" he exclaimed in a strange voice.
"It's too fast. I've never seen anyone so eager to get married."
“I’m in a hurry,” he said, pressing me down and biting my ear again. “I’m eager for our wedding night.”
"Get down, get down, stop being so irresponsible."
"......"
"Hurry up," I urged him.
"Coming soon."
"Are you done yet? Dongdong's here."
"......"
"......"
"Why are you doing this again...?"
Alright, I won't write anymore. Figure it out yourselves. If you can't figure it out, please exit and read the title of Chapter 40! Thank you!
Anqi
Anqi
I had a three-day holiday. On the second day, I took Zhang Qian and her son to explore Guiyang's snack streets and some unique shops. I had planned to visit Huangguoshu Waterfall and the Zunyi Revolutionary Base, but time didn't allow it; they're leaving tomorrow.
The snacks in Guiyang are mainly spicy.
Zhang Qian has a particular fondness for Guiyang beef noodles. She ordered a large bowl, topped with spicy beef sauce, and actually complained it wasn't enough. I thought girls like her were afraid of spicy food. What a blunder!
The barbecue here is also one of the specialties, but Zhang Qian wasn't very interested in it. Dongdong, on the other hand, ate several skewers in a row, and only stopped eating after being threatened by Zhang Qian.
This girl is really fierce; she can discipline her son just as well as a primary school teacher. I'm wondering if that person last night was the primary school teacher in front of me.
When we arrived at Qianling Park, groups of monkeys followed tourists everywhere. I picked up Dongdong; this little guy could be a real menace if not kept in check.
Zhang Qian is afraid of monkeys, and she was so scared that she held onto my hand tightly, which felt quite nice.
In the park, the three of us took a family photo. Dongdong kissed me on the cheek while taking the picture. Although my face was covered in his saliva, I didn't mind at all; in fact, I quite enjoyed it.
A monkey kept following Zhang Qian around begging. She could be as dazed as she wanted; it was truly unexpected how versatile this tough girl was. One moment gentle, the next indifferent, then fierce, then pitiful—which one was the real her?
On the way back, it was already late, and we walked down the street looking at the night view of Guiyang.
"Is it confirmed at the beginning of next month?" Zhang Qian asked me.
"Not necessarily," I deliberately made her anxious, just to see her reaction.
Back at the hotel, the little guy insisted on riding the roller coaster, which prompted Zhang Qian to hang all the souvenir ornaments she had bought that day around his neck.
"Alright, stop abusing your son." I went over and took off all the jingling things off the little guy.
"You brat, I'm not taking you out next time." Zhang Qian pouted and glared at Dongdong.
This little guy is incredibly thick-skinned. There are piles of travel souvenirs and toys for him scattered on the ground, but he doesn't even have time to acknowledge you. You have to make an appointment with his secretary to talk to him; given how busy he is, you'll probably only be lucky enough to see him once a year, around the time the Olympics start.
But looking at Zhang Qian next to me, I started to get distracted.