Chapter 112

The night was long.

The air conditioner was on in the room, but Qin Yan still felt hot.

She was sweating from the heat, and the hot sweat flowed down from her forehead. After the man wiped it away, their bodies were pressed tightly together, and she listened to his heartbeat, which sounded like a beating drum after intense exercise.

The main light in the room was turned off, leaving only the small desk lamp on the nightstand. The lamp was dim and yellow, as if covered by a layer of yellow gauze, reflecting on their faces like an old, faded photograph.

The two were frozen in an embrace. Afterward, after a long time of settling in the passage of time, she truly touched his face, and warmth grew in her heart.

"My legs are weak, I don't want to move," she complained in a low voice.

"I'll move."

The man's voice was hoarse; after exercising, his body was covered in hot sweat, carrying a dampness.

He hung her legs over his body, placed his long arms on her buttocks, and carried her to the washroom, but he didn't let her go, kissing her lips again.

In the mist-filled washroom, the sound of water couldn't cover the humming of her hoarse voice and the man's panting.

Now, Qin Yan couldn't even call out for mercy.

When he said move, he really moved with great vigor; she truly couldn't take it.

By the time he finally stopped, she was soaked through, and her brain was a blank.

A powerful man, when he doesn't know how to restrain himself, is also quite terrifying.

The warm water drenched her skin, and sleepiness surged up. She yawned, wanting to finish washing quickly and go to sleep, but was stopped by the man.

"Don't rush, your hair is a bit wet, let me blow it for you."

Qin Yan was helpless and could only lean against the vanity to wait.

"Lu Qianchuan, you're quite good at taking care of people."

"Is that so?"

It probably wasn't; he hadn't done these things for anyone else. He wanted to do something for her, so he cared about her needs.

The quiet hairdryer blew out warm air, and Qin Yan wanted to sleep even more.

She murmured softly, "When I was a child, I didn't use this kind of thing. My hair was very thick, and when I washed it at night, I had to run a few laps outside. Later, when the weather was cold, it was really troublesome, so I cut my hair short. After I became an adult and it was convenient to use electrical appliances for my studies, I used a hairdryer and only then started growing my hair long."

"You must have been quite cute with short hair."

When Lu Qianchuan met her, she had short hair—very short, but with a lot of volume, dark and shiny.

He saw her with short hair the first time he met her; her little face was chubby, her skin fair, and her eyes bright and spirited—so silly, obedient, and cute that he mistook her for a boy.

After all, she was a high school student wearing a loose school uniform, and some parts hadn't developed, so they were completely covered.

So when assigning dorms, he naturally took her to the boys' dormitory.

After showering at night and preparing to sleep, he saw her wrapping herself in her pajamas in embarrassment and caught a glimpse of her well-developed body, only then realizing he had made a mistake.

Later, his mentor even mocked him, saying he saw how cute the little girl was and took her to his own room; he had started cheating before the exam even began.

"I was quite cute, right? My grandparents both praised me for being a little cutie." Perhaps because her body was relaxed, talking about her grandparents made her mood pleasant, and then she mocked herself twice, "Now that I've lost weight, I'm not good-looking anymore."

"You're still very cute now."

"Is that so?"

Lu Qianchuan turned off the hairdryer and lowered his head to kiss her forehead. "Cuteness and beauty are subjective evaluations and self-feelings. I think it's good, so it's good; I don't accept bad reviews."

Qin Yan was amused, her eyes curving into crescents. "Are you complimenting me?"

"No." Lu Qianchuan liked her current state very much; he held her face and rubbed it gently. "I'm complimenting my wife."

"Are you speaking in tongue-twisters to me? Your wife is me."

"Mm, you're right."

Lu Qianchuan picked her up again and carried her back to the bedroom, but didn't let her get into bed; instead, he placed her on the sofa while he went to change the sheets and quilt cover.

Turning to meet the woman's eyes, she didn't know what she was thinking, looking dazed. He walked to her side in a few steps, and only then did she come back to her senses, smiling foolishly at him.

"What are you thinking about again?"

Qin Yan said with a smile, "My grandfather also often made the bed for me, especially in winter. When the sun came out, the cotton quilt was too heavy, and my grandmother couldn't carry it, so my grandfather would carry the quilt out to sun it, and then dismantle the quilt cover with my grandmother to wash it. When I said I wanted to help, my grandfather always said there was dust when changing the quilt and told me to stay far away."

"Your grandparents loved you very much," Lu Qianchuan said.

"Mm."

Qin Yan nodded. Perhaps it was because she went to the Qin family today that she missed her grandparents even more.

They had been gone for seven years, but many things still felt like yesterday when she thought about them.

"Then tell me more about the stories of your grandparents."

Lu Qianchuan carried her to the bed, covered her with the quilt, and stared at her with serious black eyes.

He felt that her emotions were a bit anxious.

She must be worried about tomorrow's test results.

If they were unrelated, then it was very likely that she had no blood relationship with her grandparents either.

Really wanting to talk about it, Qin Yan didn't know where to start for a moment, just suddenly missing them very much.

With them there, she was the little cutie who was cherished and loved. No matter how difficult things were, her grandfather would boil a pot of tea and her grandmother would roast a sweet potato, giving her the courage to face everything.

But without them, she was the country girl everyone despised, the village girl with no power or influence and a humble status, the burden who didn't deserve happiness.

Suddenly, she was held by someone, and the other person's body temperature was transmitted to her. She turned to look at him, and the tears at the corners of her eyes were wiped away by the man.

"If you don't want to talk, then sleep. Maybe if you fall asleep, you can see your grandparents."

"Mm."

Qin Yan wanted to push him away and also thought about telling him not to be so good to her; in case she couldn't bear to divorce, he would be in trouble.

But he held her too tightly, and his body was so warm, causing a rebellious thought to arise in her heart.

Even if they had to divorce later, he was her person right now, so what was wrong with a hug?

Besides, it was his initiative, not her seduction.

Being gently patted on the back by the man, she sank into sleep, and this night passed very quietly.

When she woke up the next day, the room was still pitch black. She turned over to lean against the man, not dodging, and nuzzled against him.

"Are you awake?"

Hearing the man's inquiry, Qin Yan opened one eye, saw him holding his phone, and said, "Mm. What time is it?"

"Nine-thirty."

Qin Yan widened her eyes in surprise and sat up with a start. "Why is it so late?"

"Seeing that you were sleeping well, I didn't wake you."

Although he had woken up very early, he was afraid that getting up would affect her sleep, so he had been lying in bed looking at his phone the whole time.

Qin Yan scratched her hair, got up, and went to the washroom. When she came out, Lu Qianchuan went in and noticed dozens of long hairs on the vanity.

He knitted his brows tightly. Was her anxiety already this obvious?

After breakfast, the two went to school together.

When they arrived at the laboratory, Sun Cong handed her the report results.

"Sample A and Sample C have no blood relationship, but Sample B and Sample C show a kinship, though not a direct one."

Sample A was Fan Yuwen, Sample B was Qin Sen, and Sample C was Qin Yan.

Qin Yan looked at the data analysis in surprise. So, she really wasn't their biological child.

Qin Sen had a blood relationship with her, but it wasn't direct—what did that mean?

Sun Cong explained again, "It should be that B and C are relatives, but they could be the children of siblings; the genetic test shows they are separated by a generation."

Was Qin Sen's sibling Qin Yu?

Leaving the school with the test report, Qin Yan's brain was in a mess.

If her biological mother was her aunt, why didn't her aunt acknowledge her?

If she didn't want her, why did she give birth to her?

Then what did all her efforts to please the Qin Sen couple when she was a child count for?