Thinking about the aning of that password, Gu Qimiao pressed her lips and secretly smiled. After paying and carrying the things out with him, she asked, "How did you co up with that kind of password?"
Shen Yanchen pretended to be confused, "What password?"
"Stop pretending, I already know what it ans." Then she looked at him and giggled, "Love ."
"Just a few numbers and you think it’s ’love you’?"
Gu Qimiao looked at him disdainfully and exposed him, "Isn’t ’Love Qimiao’ the sa as ’Love ’? When did you start having a crush on ?"
Shen Yanchen reached out and took all the bags from her hand, seemingly asking casually, "Where did you see that?"
"In your book? Were you thinking about during classes?"
With that one sentence, Shen Yanchen’s thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the past. Indeed, at that ti, it wasn’t just during classes, but even when he was lying in bed, staring into space, he would think about her, imagining her growing up day by day, becoming more and more graceful. He wondered if that beautiful version of her was living beside another man; if she still rembered him, if she thought about him as much as he thought about her.
Gu Qimiao was originally waiting for him to admit it himself, but instead, he turned the tables on her, "Why were you flipping through my book? Wasn’t it to understand better?"
"Who says! I was just bored and flipping through it randomly."
"Then why is your sketchbook full of drawings of ?"
Gu Qimiao glared at him, embarrassed and angry, "Why were you peeking at my sketchbook?"
He answered her using her own words, "I was just bored and flipping through it randomly."
It didn’t matter who fell in love first. What mattered was that the two of them loved each other and ended up together.
Gu Qimiao said with a bit of dissatisfaction, "You clearly liked for a long ti but never told , and in the end, I had to confess to you. What kind of girl confesses to a guy?"
Shen Yanchen instead went along teasing her, "What kind of girl confesses to a guy? Not reserved at all!"
"How can you be like this?!"
"Not only should you be reserved, but also gentle. How can you yell and shout like this?"
"I don’t want to talk to you."
Shen Yanchen chuckled and pulled her back, holding her hand as they walked down the street, "Not talking is fine, saves us from arguing."
"Then I’ll just argue with you!"
They bickered all the way, having bought quite a lot of things. When they strolled to a mother and baby store, they couldn’t resist buying a lot of stuff for the baby too. If it weren’t for the difficulty of taking so much back abroad, they probably would have bought an entire set.
She stayed with him for two days until his work was finished, and then they went back together. As soon as the plane landed, they got a call from Jiajia. Her tone was weak but filled with happiness, "Miaomiao, I gave birth!"
"Ah? When? Are you in the hospital?"
After briefly talking on the phone, Gu Qimiao got the hospital address and imdiately went there with Shen Yanchen. When they reached the hospital room door, He Ye was there, discussing sothing with the doctor, fully looking like the child’s father, busy and preoccupied.
The baby was born via natural delivery and was now sleeping in Jiajia’s arms, with a little red face, looking so delicate.
After listening to the doctor’s instructions, He Ye walked over and looked at his precious son. Instead of feeling as happy as one might expect, his mind grew heavier.
Now he had delayed saying those things until after the child was born. He had been staying by Jiajia’s side these days, and their relationship had grown closer, but he was afraid that if he spoke up about it, Jiajia would hate him.
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