Soul Land—Chapter 97: You Don't Want Zhu Qing to Hear It Next Door, Do You?
Inside the house.
"I can't persuade you, so help me cut these vegetables."
Qian Renxue excitedly took the kitchen knife and began to cut the vegetables seriously.
After two and a half minutes, the carrots were cut into uneven thicknesses, and the green peppers were chopped into pieces. Ling Qianyao looked at the "terrible" vegetables and secretly sighed in his heart.
"Maybe we can start with the simplest fried egg."
Qian Renxue walked to the dining table with her "black masterpiece" in hand, looking depressed, and chose to wait quietly.
Watching the tacit cooperation between Zhu Zhuqing and Ling Qianyao in the kitchen, she pursed her lips.
She raised her head with one hand, looked at Ling Qianyao's busy figure with a smile in the corner of her eyes, and suddenly felt that Ling Qianyao's place in her heart deepened a lot.
A man who can cook is really attractive.
Her thoughts gradually drifted away. 'Clear Sky Douluo? Oh, sooner or later we will settle our accounts.'
When everything is settled, she could go back to the Spirit Hall and take Qianyao to see Grandpa.
And the good sister sitting on the throne—
"Did you go out just now? You seem to be in a bad mood," Ling Qianyao asked as he brought out the braised rabbit meat he had just cooked, noticing her staring at the edge of the table.
"Hmm?" Qian Renxue came back to her senses, her expression returning to its usual calmness.
She smiled and said, "No way. With my status and experience, how could I be in a bad mood just because of some trivial reports from below."
Ling Qianyao walked around behind her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and kneaded them gently.
"Don't overwork yourself. If you have any troubles, just tell me." His voice was gentle, and the strength of his fingers was just right.
Qian Renxue slightly turned her head, and the corners of her mouth curved upward. "It's nothing, just some minor matters. Not as important as this meal."
Ling Qianyao stopped and patted her shoulder gently. "Then let's eat first."
"Oh." Qian Renxue smiled, raised her head, and gestured.
"Feed me."
"—"
Qian Renxue opened her mouth slightly, took the food offered, tasted it, and swallowed.
"Do you want more?"
Qian Renxue blinked, pretended to think, then nodded. "Yeah." She waved at Ling Qianyao, signaling him to lean over.
"Bo—"
"Go ahead~" Qian Renxue licked the corner of her mouth, turned her head slightly, and glanced at Zhu Zhuqing who was serving the food, and a proud look flashed in her eyes.
Doing this in front of Zhu Zhuqing made her feel inexplicably excited.
She suddenly understood why Zhu Zhuqing hadn't stopped kissing Ling Qianyao when she barged in here.
In addition to wanting to excite herself, this strange emotion might have played a role.
Ling Qianyao flicked her forehead and turned to go into the kitchen.
Qian Renxue touched her forehead and smiled happily.
"I was gone for some time. Was I cheated?" Zhu Zhuqing asked softly beside Ling Qianyao.
"It's fair and square. No cheating," Ling Qianyao said, amused by her words.
"Hehe~" Zhu Zhuqing picked up the dishes, a sly look flashing in her eyes. "You often say that she's a black-bellied angel. Don't let her cheat on you tonight."
After dinner, in Ling Qianyao's room.
"Huh—so full." Qian Renxue lay lazily on Ling Qianyao's bed. "Sniff~" she squinted. "Are you and Zhuqing together every night?"
Ling Qianyao, lying in a recliner by the window, nodded. "Of course. We've been together since four years ago."
Qian Renxue sat up. "That's life, Ling Qianyao~ I'm right—you are a born evil kid. The blood talent of the Star Luo Zhu family is well known. You must have coveted Zhu Qing since you were very young."
"Hmph, look at her now. You must be very happy."
Ling Qianyao pouted. "Slander. Complete slander. We're innocent. Besides, what's wrong with this talent? Everything is for the child."
Qian Renxue raised her eyebrows, then jumped behind Ling Qianyao, grabbing his ear with her bare hands and smiling. "Innocent? How many children do you plan to have in the future?"
"Two, twins."
Qian Renxue applied gentle force with her fingertips. "You think that's a good idea." Suddenly, her soft hands slid down, and she leaned in, embracing Ling Qianyao in her arms.
Her delicate body pressed gently against his back and neck, her warm breath brushing against his ears.
The distance between them instantly shortened, and their breaths intertwined.
Qian Renxue's head rested lightly on Ling Qianyao's shoulder, her hair brushing his cheek, carrying a faint, intoxicating fragrance.
Ling Qianyao glanced sideways. In the moonlight, Qian Renxue's face looked particularly soft and beautiful. Her eyes flickered, and a faint smile played at the corner of her mouth.
That smile contained many emotions—shyness, anger, and gentle anticipation of the future.
She opened her red lips slightly. "What about me?"
"Two, too?"
Qian Renxue shook her head.
"Three?"
She still shook her head, then leaned closer and whispered clearly, every word deliberate.
"One is enough. Our child doesn't need to share our love with others. He/She will have all our attention and love."
"There are too many disturbances and noises in this world."
"I just want our child to grow up in a loving environment, feeling the warmth and care of his/her parents."
"I want to give him/her the best—materially and spiritually—so he/she knows he/she is the most precious gift in our lives."
As she spoke, she closed her eyes and greedily breathed in Ling Qianyao's scent.
Ling Qianyao's smile faded. He understood why she said this.
She lacked maternal love since childhood and had never experienced the warmth of a complete family. Her desire and cherish for love ran deep.
"Of course, it would be better if it's a daughter," Qian Renxue suddenly said with a smile. "Qianyao, what do you think?"
"It must be a daughter," Ling Qianyao responded without hesitation.
"Hehe, I'm tired. Carry me to bed," Qian Renxue said with a satisfied smile, eyes gleaming slyly.
Ling Qianyao bent down and picked her up by the waist.
Qian Renxue hooked her arms around his neck and whispered, "Who is lighter, me or Zhu Qing?"
Ling Qianyao: "It's hard to judge."
"Oh? Really? Then let me help you." She suddenly broke free from his arms, pushed him onto the bed, and sat on him.
"Now, feel it and see who is lighter~," she said with a chuckle, pressing her hands on his chest.
"Hmm?" Qian Renxue smiled. "It seems someone needs my help?"
She leaned in and whispered in Ling Qianyao's ear, "Shhh—be quiet. You don't want Zhu Qing to hear it next door, do you?"
(End of this chapter)