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Zhao Qingqing moved into the television station dormitory, and with the revamping of the children's program, her busy work consumed most of her energy and attention. Time flew by, and before she knew it, the Spring Festival was approaching.
On the twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, her mother Ye, who was far away in Australia, called Zhao Qingqing. She first expressed her concern for her well-being and chatted about family matters, advising her not to overwork herself. She mentioned that she had been trying to reach Zhao Qingqing at home but could never get through. When she called Ye Jing, he told her to contact Zhao Qingqing directly.
It seemed that Boss Ye had not informed Mother Ye about their temporary separation, as her tone suggested she was unaware of it.
Just as they were about to hang up, Mother Ye remembered the main reason for her call. It turned out that Sister Da Ye's two Dragon and Phoenix Twins would be returning home for the Spring Festival the next day.
While the adults were busy with work or on vacation, Sister Da Ye had initially planned to take the kids to Hawaii. However, the children complained that they had been there too often and lacked excitement, which led Sister Da Ye to fly them back home for the holiday.
Mother Ye reminded Zhao Qingqing of some important things to keep in mind before happily ending the call.
After hanging up, Zhao Qingqing's first thought was that she must not let Father Ye, Mother Ye, her sister, or brother-in-law sense anything amiss. They treated her so well; they were her only family in this world, and she couldn't bear to worry or sadden them.
That night, Zhao Qingqing huffed and puffed as she carried a bag of luggage back home.
The house was empty. Last year's Spring Festival was spent accompanying her sick father Zhao; this year was different in many ways. Fortunately, two children were coming back, so it wouldn't feel too lonely.
Thinking this way made the empty house feel warmer than her dormitory. She slightly lifted the corners of her mouth into a barely noticeable smile, set down her luggage, and began tidying up the room.
When Ye Jing returned home, he first glanced at the shoe cabinet. Seeing a pair of cream-colored flats made him pause for a moment as if he took a deep breath. He then walked upstairs, first checking the bedroom before heading to the guest room.
The guest room only had a rug laid out in front of the bed; the rest of the floor was bare wood. He had forgotten to change his shoes and deliberately stepped lightly, afraid of disturbing anything. He gently turned on the soft wall lamp and saw Zhao Qingqing sleeping soundly on the bed. A hint of unnoticeable affection flickered in his eyes as he gazed at her peaceful face.
For the past two months, he found himself thinking of her just as he had during his six months in Australia, no matter what he was doing.
Ye Jing's proposal was based on a misguided perception; he thought she at least liked him. He was only seventeen when he left, convinced he understood her eyes and heart.
But perhaps she still remembered how he used to tease her as a child, or maybe it was the awkwardness that came from years apart. It could also be that she disliked the way he leveraged their past to propose. In any case, she always seemed a bit distant to him.
He had always thought it was just her being hard to approach, but she told him it was for another reason—she said she was afraid of him.
She claimed that his feelings for her were merely possessiveness.
Zhao Qingqing would never know how Ye Jing felt when she said those words, and he had no intention of letting her find out.
He was willing to let her do anything she wanted; he wanted her to be the happiest and freest person in the world. So even when he learned that her idol was on television, he let her be. When she said she wanted to move out, he would never make it difficult for her.
If she wanted to leave him...
Ye Jing pressed the light switch, closing all doors and windows tightly. The world seemed to darken in an instant, and his figure appeared somewhat lonely in the darkness.
Sister-in-law really loved her uncle very much.
She thought pretending to be peaceful and loving in front of children would be easy. However, after New Year's Eve, Zhao Qingqing realized how misguided that thought had been.
Twin Brother Alice loved to ask, "Sister-in-law, don’t you love your uncle?"
"Of course," Zhao Qingqing replied with a smile, though there was a hint of unnaturalness in her expression.
"Then why don't you sleep together?"
"Aunt is sick."
"Dad has a cold, but Mom still sleeps with him. Mom says it's because she loves Dad. Don't you love Uncle?"
Zhao Qingqing rubbed her temples in frustration, slowly realizing something was off.
While watching a movie, when Stephen Chow just said "Eight Eyes Appreciate Together," her sister Jessie chirped in, "Appreciate flowers, appreciate the moon, appreciate Qingqing." She even sweetly added, "This is what Mom said; it's a poem Uncle wrote while everyone was enjoying Sister-in-law playing the piano."
The Dragon and Phoenix Twins seemed to be there to mediate.
Perhaps it was due to some bad omen; on the first day of the new year, someone indeed fell ill. Boss Ye caught a cold and despite taking medicine, he showed no signs of improvement. Zhao Qingqing anxiously stomped her feet, wanting to call Ye Jing's assistant to take him to the hospital.
However, Boss Ye stubbornly refused to go, glaring at Zhao Qingqing with bloodshot eyes and insisting he wouldn't budge. Seeing him so feverish and confused brought tears to Zhao Qingqing's eyes; she nearly cried but had no choice but to call their private doctor who was home for the New Year. After the doctor prescribed medication, Zhao Qingqing devoted herself day and night to taking care of Boss Ye.
When Zhao Qingqing woke up, she found herself nestled in Ye Jing's arms. She had clearly been lying on the edge of the bed last night; it seemed someone had woken up.
She let out a quiet sigh of relief. Just as she moved her hands and feet slightly, he mumbled, "So cold." Zhao Qingqing dared not move again as he pulled her closer, as if afraid she might slip away.
"I saw Xiao Youfeng's new advertisement... The senior said he's very satisfied with the current travel segment; we can travel around the world. He asked me to thank you... I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."
Boss Ye offered no response, simply lying there quietly.
Zhao Qingqing thought he was still upset and felt a bit frustrated. She gently nudged her head against his chest like a little cat.
“Don't move.” Boss Ye finally spoke, his voice strangely hoarse. Zhao Qingqing felt the unusual tension in his body, and her face instantly flushed bright red, reaching all the way to her ears.
In an attempt to convey her sincerity in apologizing, Zhao Qingqing softly asked, “Are you completely better now?”
“Well... let's try those positions...”
Zhao Qingqing's voice was barely above a whisper, yet he heard every word clearly and quickly responded with actions that showed his keen interest in the suggestion.
A minute later, as the two were lost in their passionate kiss, they heard a loud shout from the doorway. A child peeking from behind the door dashed away, yelling, “Ahhh, Sister-in-law, you love Uncle so much!”
The branches meet the leaves, surpassing all worldly pleasures.
At the airport waiting hall.
“Sister-in-law, Uncle has even written a poem,” Jessie whispered to Zhao Qingqing as they prepared for their return journey.
“What poem?” Zhao Qingqing asked curiously, bending slightly to bring her ear closer to Jessie.
The clear voice of the child rang out in the spacious hall, sweet and melodious like jingling jewels striking ice —
“Golden branches meet leaves, surpassing countless joys in the world.”
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