Chapter 357: A Confession?

“But…” Yi Ling wanted to say something.

Luo Lin took a Xiaolongbao and stuffed it in her mouth. “Eat more, talk less.”

Yi Ling took the bun out of her mouth and ate it unhappily. Lei Qingyi rubbed her head and pointed in front of them.

“Look.”

Yi Ling looked up to see Lu Yi delivering food to Yan Huan’s bowl with his chopsticks. His mouth arched slightly as he spoiled her lovingly.

He wiped Yan Huan’s face again. There was something in the air between them that made it impossible to disturb them. No one could do that, or even approach them. That was a world that belonged to them exclusively.

“Have you ever seen her that happy?” Lei Qingyi asked Yi Ling.

Yi Ling shook her head. “Ever since Mama Yan passed away, Huan Huan rarely smiled. I had not seen her this happy in a long time.”

“Then why are you trying to break them apart?” asked Lei Qingyi. “Don’t you want her to be happy? You should know what kind of person Lu Yi is. I trust that you know it too. I grew up together with him, and I have never seen him treating any woman like this.

“He rarely shows any emotions to women. This is the first time I see him look at a woman like this. She’s the only person in his eyes. I think he has found the one.”

Yi Ling picked up some food with her chopsticks. Initially, she had worked up an appetite. She had planned to eat at least a quarter of the dishes.

But now, she had lost that appetite. She couldn’t stomach anything else.

“What’s wrong?” Lei Qingyi put down his chopsticks down. Why was Yi Ling so quiet today? Or was the food not tasty?

“It’s nothing,” Yi Ling took another bite, but it felt like swallowing pills. She felt awful. Suddenly, her eyes reddened, a lump forming in her throat.

“It’s just that…when Huanhuan gets married in the future, I’ll be all alone.”

What nonsense, thought Lei Qingyi. Suddenly, he clutched her hands. “Don’t you have me? Why don’t I become your family?”

“Like brother and sister?” Yi Ling looked up, touched by the thought.

“Nah,” rejected Lei Qingyi. His elder brother (cousin) was Lu Yi. He already had an elder brother, so he didn’t need a younger sister.

“Then, like brothers?” Yi Ling wanted to cry more. “Even if I’m chestless, I’m still a girl.”

The green veins on Lei Qingyi’s forehead twitched.

“I don’t think of you as a guy.” That might have been the case at the start, but not anymore. You might be a little lacking in your assets, but why do girls need such huge breasts anyway? You aren’t a milking cow in the first place. Plus, he liked girls with small chests. It made them look energetic.

When a man meets a woman he likes, any weakness becomes a strength.

Yi Ling realized something. She wasn’t dumb. Even though she was manly at most times, she never lacked a woman’s instincts. She could sense the meaning behind Lei Yiqing’s words. However, she didn’t want to take wild guesses. If she guessed wrongly, it would be incredibly embarrassing.

But, if her guess was on the mark, could it be that…

Lei Qingyi is confessing?

Luo Lin rose and prepared to leave.

“Are you leaving, Luo Lin?” asked Yi Ling, puzzled. Luo Lin didn’t eat much yet.

“What else?” Luo Lin rolled her eyes at the ceiling. “Or am I to remain here as a third wheel? Am I being bullied because I’m single?”

Yi Ling pointed her fingers together in embarrassment.

She stepped on Lei Qingyi hard. What nonsense are you spouting? How could I be a couple with him? However, when he saw the smile on Lei Qingyi’s brutish face, her heart skipped a beat.

Why was her heart fluttering?

Why did she feel like melting?

What’s happening?

What’s wrong with me…

She hid her face in her palms.

Her cheeks were burning.

Yan Huan leaned against Lu Yi. She wanted Yi Ling and Lei Qingyi to be together. As long as she wasn’t with that trash Ding Ming. Even though he was long out of her life, she had her fears. She could only sleep easy after marrying Yi Ling to a proper guy. Lei Qingyi might have a vicious mouth and the appearance of a bear, but he was a good guy.

At night, Lu Yi busied himself with work. He had been working overtime recently, dealing with some cases. Sometimes, he had to sleep late too.

Yan Huan walked in with a glass of milk. She set it on the desk before him. Then, she sat at his side quietly without disturbing him. She laid her head on the desk and gazed at his serious profile. Men always look the most handsome when they are working.

Right now, her husband was the most handsome guy in the world, second to none.

She propped her face up with an elbow. Her head bobbed up and down. Eventually, sleep prevailed her and she slept on the table.

Lu Yi took the glass of milk on the table. It still felt warm. His girl had fallen into a deep slumber on the table, her long lashes curled in pouty unhappiness.

He rose and carried her easily. She was so light. He had to feed her more in the future. She was too thin.

He returned to his bedroom and set two pillows on the bed he used to sleep on. It was a magical feeling. It was as though he had finally found something he had long lost. This day had finally arrived.

He laid Yan Huan down carefully, pulled the blanket to her chin. He then tapped her clean forehead gently.

He still had work to do. He could only let his girl sleep alone for now.

It was almost three when he was done. It was late, but he still had to bathe. When he came out, Yan Huan was awake. She knelt by the bed and dried his hair with a towel.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Lu Yi snatched the towel from her hands. “It’s late.”

“Waiting for you,” said Yan Huan, reclaiming the towel. Ensconced in his lap, she wiped at his hair. “You have to dry your hair. What do I do if you fall sick?”

Lu Yi squeezed her cheeks. “Don’t enlist, okay?”

They were newlyweds. How could he let her go like this? Being a soldier was tough. The thought of her suffering pained him.

“I’m going,” said Yan Huan defiantly, still wiping at his hair.

“If I said I’m going, I’m going.”

“Fine, fine,” sighed Lu Yi. What attitude. He was helpless against her.

Smiling, Yan Huan kept drying his hair. His hair was a little hard, sometimes prickly. She ran her hands through his hair. Putting the towel aside, she clutched his neck tightly and pressed her face against his shoulders.

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