After a few days of rest, Lian Qingyang’s eyes had depuffed quite considerably, with so slight blue coloring remaining, but much better compared to the previous days. His leg, although still elevated in a cast, was also recuperating well.
Lian Qingyang was playing a video ga, which was custom-made by carpenters who worked overti to create sothing that allowed him to play gas while sitting on his bed.
"Sister Xiao Yue, what are we eating today?" Lian Qingyang was really getting into the ga he was playing, a ga he had brought over from abroad. Among the software developers he paid hefty sums to hire, there was one who also took a special interest in gas.
Indeed, this piqued Lian Qingyang’s interest. He had been diving deep into ga research with that person. Now using this ga as a training tool, he was familiarizing himself with it, thinking perhaps one day, he could develop a ga he liked.
"Old duck soup." Tang Yue looked at Lian Qingyang so engrossed in his ga and couldn’t help saying, "Qingyang, you can’t be playing gas every day. Did you take notes from the lessons I brought you?"
"I did, I looked at them," Lian Qingyang quickly replied, reluctantly wrapping up his ga session, only then noticing Qin Anyu was there too. He asked, "Sister An Yu, you ca too?"
"What, I can’t co?" Qin Anyu glared at Lian Qingyang and sighed with a tsk, "Lian Qingyang, I heard you played the hero and saved Xiao Yue, but your skills need work."
"Sister An Yu, can’t you say sothing nice?" Lian Qingyang felt a sting in his heart. He knew very well what happened that day; it wasn’t him who saved Sister Xiao Yue, but the future brother-in-law.
Qin Anyu flashed a light smile and praised, "You did well. I’m not wrong to call you my dear little brother."
Lian Qingyang: "..."
At night, Tang Yue was still resting on the adjacent caretaker’s bed, while Bai Qing was resting in the next room.
Lian Qingyang’s residence.
Mrs. Hu had just hung up Xiang Yazhi’s call and had been using the excuse that Lian Qingyang was busy with his own matters for days, feeling increasingly guilty. She had a premonition that if she couldn’t get in touch with Lian Qingyang indefinitely, not to ntion the mistress, even she wouldn’t believe it.
"Knock knock knock"
Hearing the knocking sound made Mrs. Hu’s heart skip a beat in her nervousness. She asked, "Who is it?"
Could it be the mistress had co?
Mrs. Hu was so frightened she didn’t know how to speak.
"Mrs. Hu, open the door," a clear female voice called from outside.
Mrs. Hu hurriedly opened the door; outside stood Lian Tong dressed in a tight leather outfit covered by a purple cotton coat, her hair perd into noodle-like curls and dyed yellow, which surprisingly made her complexion look very fair.
Lian Tong, wearing ten-centiter high heels, handed sothing to Mrs. Hu and walked into the house, complaining, "Where is that rascal Xiao Yang? His aunt cos to visit, and he doesn’t even co out to greet !"
"Miss Tong." Mrs. Hu, carrying the things, followed behind Lian Tong, her deanor awkward. Should she say Lian Qingyang was at his place of work?
Lian Tong bought it, but what about tomorrow?
Lian Qingyang couldn’t possibly stay away every day, could he?
"Mrs. Hu, what’s wrong?" Lian Tong sat on the sofa, looking toward Mrs. Hu with a cold gaze, her face delicately made up and her smile withdrawn. Lian Tong naturally had a cold and glamorous deanor, and now, with her icy stare, Mrs. Hu was even stamring, not knowing what excuse to make for Qingyang.
No one knew why Aunt Lian had suddenly shown up.
Half an hour later, at the hospital.
In the ward, when Lian Tong arrived, Qingyang had just changed his clothes with the help of a male nurse, and Tang Yue was washing clothes for him.
Hearing the sound of high heels, Tang Yue ca out and asked, "Who is it?"
"Well, if it isn’t Qingyang, looking all beat up. Oh, and who is this little girlfriend?" Lian Tong walked into the room, spotting Qingyang, who was covered in injuries, which sparked a flicker of anger in her heart.
Lian Tong’s gaze fell on Tang Yue, who was wearing loose clothing with her sleeves rolled up high, her hands wet—had she just been washing clothes?
Her features were indeed regular and pretty, and she looked young. But when did this rascal Qingyang start having a girlfriend?
"Auntie? What are you doing here?" Qingyang looked at Lian Tong in shock, totally not expecting her arrival and hurriedly asked, "My parents don’t know, do they?"
Qingyang looked nervously over Lian Tong’s shoulder, making sure there was no one else behind her, which sowhat relieved him.
"If I hadn’t co, how would I have known you would be so useless, getting yourself injured?" Lian Tong stood in her high heels in front of the hospital bed, looking down at Qingyang and asked, "Aren’t you going to introduce us?"
"Sister Xiao Yue, Tang Yue, this is my Aunt Lian Tong." Qingyang introduced them, and to make sure Lian Tong understood, he added, "This is Sister Xiao Yue, who stayed behind when my dad was sent to the countryside before he got married."
"My brother’s daughter?" Lian Tong took a closer look at Tang Yue. She initially thought she was very pretty, but now, seeing her more carefully, she indeed sowhat resembled Lian He. However, it was surprising that Lian He had a daughter and that it had taken so many years for her to find out.
"How old are you this year?" Lian Tong asked.
"Sister Xiao Yue is one year older than ," Qingyang hastened to explain, worried that Tang Yue might get upset, adding, "Sister Xiao Yue, my aunt is really nice to , she will definitely like you."
Lian Tong glanced sideways at Qingyang. Her gaze landed on Tang Yue and said, "I ca in a hurry and didn’t bring any nice gifts. This bracelet, consider it a eting gift."
Lian Tong took off a bracelet with four-leaf clovers from her wrist. The bracelet was made of gold, not the common tacky style these days. Each clover was lifelike and exquisitely crafted.
"Auntie, no need." Tang Yue was sowhat surprised by Lian Tong’s gesture, but before she could finish refusing, Lian Tong had already grabbed her wrist and put the bracelet on her, saying, "Your na is Tang Yue, right? From now on I’ll call you Xiao Yue. Since you’re my brother’s daughter, that makes you my niece, and this eting gift is appropriate."
"Sister Xiao Yue, Auntie really likes you," Qingyang grinned. Aunt Lian was a prominent figure in Sea City, known to be ruthless at tis. Even Lian Qingqing couldn’t make her aunt like her the way she did upon her first eting with Sister Xiao Yue and even gave her the four-leaf bracelet.
He knew well that Lian Qingqing also liked the four-leaf bracelet, but Aunt Lian had never given her one.
He had thought so; Sister Xiao Yue is so nice, Auntie definitely would like her.
"Thank you, Auntie," Tang Yue felt the pain as Lian Tong pinched her wrist, her beauty was cold, yet the act of putting on the bracelet conveyed a closeness that Tang Yue couldn’t refuse.
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