Qin Auntie, Save Me [Rebirth] 62p1

Chapter 62 p1

Qin Qianrou felt a little embarrassed by this straightforward compliment. She had received countless praises, yet this simple statement from Shen Yiqiu made her heart soften uncontrollably.

During her short break, after a long flight, she should have returned home in a casual and relaxed state, but Qin Qianrou had taken the time to apply light makeup. She had told herself that after being away for so long, their reunion should be a little more… special.

Her colleagues, seeing her carefully applied makeup, more elegant than her usual workday look, had teased her, saying she was rushing back to Meng City for a date.

Qin Qianrou had simply smiled, not bothering to explain. She never discussed her personal life. But this time, she felt a strange sense of hesitation, unable to articulate her reasons.

Shen Yiqiu was still staring at her, her gaze becoming increasingly unrestrained, filled with an affection Qin Qianrou couldn’t ignore. Even without a single word, she could clearly see the emotions hidden within those eyes.

As expected, her absence hadn’t diminished Shen Yiqiu’s feelings. On the contrary, judging by her earlier excitement, her longing had only intensified.

Qin Qianrou’s initial shyness turned into a heavy feeling of guilt, silently blaming herself for her impulsive decision to return. She had originally planned to stay in Hai City during this break, yet here she was, having wontons with Shen Yiqiu.

Her mind was in turmoil, and she absently stirred the wontons in her bowl, then instinctively lifted a spoonful to her mouth, only to let out a cry of surprise.

“Jiejie, what’s wrong?”

Qin Qianrou pressed her lips together, her eyes slightly reddened.

Shen Yiqiu immediately jumped up from her chair, rushing to Qin Qianrou’s side, her heart aching to alleviate her pain.

“It’s nothing, I just burned myself.”

Shen Yiqiu carefully examined Qin Qianrou’s lips, thankfully, there were no blisters.

“Jiejie, you shouldn’t press your lips together when you burn yourself. I’ll get you some cold water.”

Shen Yiqiu darted into the kitchen, and before Qin Qianrou could even see her back clearly, she was back, a glass of water in hand.

“Drink some, to soothe your lips.”

Qin Qianrou took the glass and took a few sips. She deliberately avoided looking at Shen Yiqiu, but she could feel that burning gaze drawing closer.

Even cold water couldn’t alleviate the heat in her cheeks caused by the intense scrutiny, and Shen Yiqiu’s breaths brushed against her face.

Shen Yiqiu, trying to control her breathing, leaned closer and said, “Let me see how it is now.”

Qin Qianrou, seeing her concern, knew that if she refused, this child would worry all day.

Sighing inwardly, she put down the glass and parted her lips slightly, a faint redness still lingering on the spot where she had burned herself, but nothing serious.

Shen Yiqiu breathed a sigh of relief, glad it wasn’t serious.

But then, her gaze was drawn to those lips, unable to look away. She hadn’t had any impure thoughts initially, but now, something different stirred within her.

Those lips, rosy and full, always uttering words that made her heart flutter, yet also coldly pushing her away. Those lips, so meticulously cared for, today even more alluring, making her want to… kiss them.

Shen Yiqiu’s heart stirred, and so did she.

Sensing her approach, Qin Qianrou’s back stiffened, but she didn’t move.

Shen Yiqiu stared at her, her gaze deep and searching, as if trying to see through those beautiful eyes, to discern her true feelings.

She leaned closer, almost touching, and whispered, “Jiejie…”

Any other words, at this moment, seemed superfluous.

Shen Yiqiu wasn’t as nervous as before. Her heart racing, she just wanted to kiss her.

When you like someone, this is what it’s like, an uncontrollable urge to be close to them, to kiss them.

Inexperienced and unskilled, filled with love and sincerity, she leaned in a little further, her lips lightly brushing against those soft, full lips, sending a wave of heat through Qin Qianrou.

Shen Yiqiu’s fleeting touch brought Qin Qianrou back to her senses, and just as Shen Yiqiu was about to lean in again, she turned away.

“Shen Yiqiu, sit down.”

She couldn’t bring herself to say anything harsher, but her rejection was clear.

Shen Yiqiu froze, the light in her eyes dimming instantly, but she quickly realized her own transgression and numbly returned to her seat.

Qin Qianrou remained silent, avoiding Shen Yiqiu’s gaze. But Shen Yiqiu knew she was thinking about what had just happened.

She hadn’t seemed to dislike my approach, and when our lips touched, we had both felt… something, so why did she pull away?

Shen Yiqiu bit her lip, thinking for a moment, then decided she needed to formally confess her feelings to Jiejie. Having done such a thing, if she didn’t let Jiejie understand her intentions, wouldn’t it seem like she wasn’t serious?

She knew there were many casual relationships in university, brief encounters without much emotional investment, just to alleviate loneliness, or to satisfy youthful desires and vanity.

But she wasn’t like that, she truly liked Qin Qianrou, she admired her, she cared about her deeply. Shen Yiqiu felt she wouldn’t fall for anyone else, no one could make her heart flutter like Jiejie did.

So, what was she waiting for?

“Jiejie, actually I…”

Qin Qianrou seemed to anticipate her next words and quickly interrupted her. “I’m very tired from the flight today, I want to rest, you eat slowly.”

With that, she stood up and quickly left the dining room.

Shen Yiqiu froze, then stood up and followed her.

She followed her all the way to Qin Qianrou’s door, and Qin Qianrou, turning around, was about to close and lock the door. Shen Yiqiu quickly stopped her, placing her hand on the door.

“Jiejie, can you give me a chance to explain?”

Her gaze was intense, her affection undeniable, who wouldn’t understand her intentions?

Qin Qianrou sighed and looked at her, her eyes filled with helplessness and reluctance, but there was no affection.

Jiejie, do you really not like me? Not even a little? Shen Yiqiu’s heart ached, a wave of pain and bitterness washing over her.

But she didn’t retreat, she didn’t turn and leave, she wanted to fight for herself, one last time.

“Shen Yiqiu, you’re still young, there are more important things for you right now.”

Jiejie was mentioning her age again, would this ten-year gap be an insurmountable obstacle forever?

The light in Shen Yiqiu’s eyes dimmed, and she forced a smile, the best she could manage at the moment.

“I know my age might not be very convincing, but my feelings are real, my intentions are genuine. Why, just because I’m young, won’t you even give me a chance?”

Her words were restrained, without accusation or forcefulness, yet they were heartbreaking.

Qin Qianrou felt a pang of pain in her heart, Shen Yiqiu’s expression, her words, making it impossible for her to be completely heartless. But she didn’t have the courage to accept her feelings either.

This kind of affection was completely unexpected. Meeting Shen Yiqiu had been an accident, and Shen Yiqiu’s feelings were even more of a surprise.

Qin Qianrou’s silence made Shen Yiqiu’s heart sink. Jiejie was a good person, even when rejecting someone, she didn’t want to hurt them too deeply. Shen Yiqiu understood, Jiejie wasn’t willing.

Her hand slid down the door, her movements stiff and lifeless.

“Then rest well, Jiejie.”

Her retreating figure exuded an unbearable sadness, and Qin Qianrou couldn’t help but ask, “What are you going to do?”

Shen Yiqiu stopped, but she didn’t turn around. “I’m going to study, and then prepare dinner.”

Qin Qianrou pursed her lips, watching as Shen Yiqiu returned to the dining room, cleaned up everything, then quietly went back to her own room.

The warmth and joy of their reunion seemed like a dream, now replaced by endless sadness.

Qin Qianrou closed her door, leaning against it, her body feeling drained. Although her bed was just a few steps away, she couldn’t move.

The room had clearly been cleaned, the faint fragrance on the bedsheets the familiar scent of the laundry detergent they usually used. Shen Yiqiu had washed them, silently preparing for her return, but she hadn’t mentioned a word about it.

Qin Qianrou recalled the scene in the dining room, the moment their lips had touched.

This had been her first kiss, in the truest sense of the word, stolen by a child who secretly adored her. Although brief, it had been enough to unsettle Qin Qianrou.

However, despite the slight flutter in her heart, Qin Qianrou didn’t dare to let impulse overcome reason. Accepting Shen Yiqiu meant embarking on a difficult path, and she couldn’t guarantee she could protect her.

Her gaze was drawn to the bouquet of roses on the bookshelf. After all this time, they were still as vibrant as before. If they were real flowers, they would have long since withered and died.

So, had this child deliberately chosen these everlasting flowers for her?

Qin Qianrou couldn’t help but chuckle, her heart warming, a complex mix of emotions swirling within her.

Her sleep was restless, filled with an undefined worry. She finally drifted off for a while, only to wake up as evening approached.

The apartment was quiet, as if she was the only one home. Qin Qianrou walked to the living room, and as expected, it was empty.

She hesitated, then walked over to Shen Yiqiu’s door, surprised to find it slightly ajar. Qin Qianrou wasn’t sure if she should enter, she waited for a moment, but the person inside didn’t seem to notice her presence.

Looking closer, she saw Shen Yiqiu asleep at her desk.

 

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