Guide to Divorce in Wealthy Families

Chapter48

Turning her head, she saw that Xiao Bingyang was still beside her, but the man who had descended from the sky in the drizzle and patiently shared her sorrow seemed to have stayed in that void. Instead, it was still the cold and arrogant president of Chengfeng Group, with a straight face, not knowing what he was thinking.

However, after all, Xiao Bingyang had helped for the whole afternoon. Even if he had no merit, he had at least put in the effort. Qin Chun decided to be polite: "Where is your driver? Do you want to take my car? I'm not a very good driver."

"Chinese politeness?" Xiao Bingyang mercilessly exposed her.

"No..." Qin Chun was a little embarrassed. "My car is relatively small. I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

Xiao Bingyang knocked on the hood and signaled her to open the door: "Small cars have their own charm. Open the door. I'll drive. The driver has already left. If you run away, I'll have to spend the night in this wild mountain."

Qin Chun drove a BMW coupe, and the space was indeed not large. After Xiao Bingyang got into the driver's seat, he adjusted the seat for a while before his long legs had enough room to move.

Just as he finished adjusting the seat, there was a rustling sound from the back suddenly. He became alert immediately: "What is it? It can't be a snake, right? You get out of the car first."

Only then did Qin Chun remember, "No, it's crabs. They were given by a friend at the construction site."

Xiao Bingyang turned his head and saw that, sure enough, a group of small crabs were trapped in a net bag, climbing futilely.

A friend at the construction site.

Suddenly, a young and energetic face flashed through his mind. He felt a bit uncomfortable and pretended not to care and asked, "That Xiao Mai who helped decorate your office?"

Qin Chun was a bit surprised: "You still remember his name?"

Xiao Bingyang himself also felt a bit puzzled. He had only met that young man once, and they hadn't even introduced themselves to each other, but he just remembered this name.

Maybe it was because the hostility that Xiao Mai showed at the moment they met was so rare that it left a deep impression.

Forget it. Just a bag of worthless crabs. It's not worth getting to the bottom of it. Unimportant people don't need to waste too much energy. He had more important things to confirm with Qin Chun.

Turning his face sideways, Xiao Bingyang looked at Qin Chun thoughtfully: "Let's not mention him. There is one thing that I've always been curious about, and I seem to understand it a little today."

Qin Chun was baffled by his look: "What is it?"

"You like to hold my head when you sleep because you regard me as a cat and are stroking cat fur in your dream?" Xiao Bingyang asked.

Qin Chun was drinking mineral water from a bottle. She choked on a mouthful of water that she hadn't swallowed and coughed repeatedly. Xiao Bingyang helplessly leaned over and patted her on the back a few times: "There's no need to be so scared just because you've been exposed."

"I don't..." Qin Chun denied guiltily, "I just... happened to do it when I was asleep..."

Xiao Bingyang was very suspicious. Just now, the way Qin Chun stroked the cat was exactly the same as the way she held his head and stroked his hair. It was okay that she regarded him as a cat when she was drunk that night, but how could she also regard him as a cat when she was asleep? He was a grown man. How was he like a cat?

The most annoying thing was that just now Qin Chun had a bright smile when stroking the cat, but she always had a half - smile towards him, so stingy that even the curvature of the corners of her mouth seemed to be calculated. Was he not even as good as this suddenly - appearing calico cat?

"Really?" He snorted softly and joked, "Your nose will grow longer if you lie."

Qin Chun suddenly widened her eyes, as if she couldn't believe that Xiao Bingyang would make such a joke at a child - like level: "You are a bit funny... Well," she compromised, "Sort of. I'm just a fluff - lover. I like to play with soft and fine fur. It's a habit I formed when I was a child and I can't change it. Before I went to primary school, I slept with my mother and also liked to touch her hair. Of course, cat fur suits my touch best. I like stroking cats the most."

Xiao Bingyang didn't know whether he should be happy or disappointed for a while.

He was happy that he had guessed Qin Chun's preference correctly; he was disappointed that Qin Chun unconsciously held him while sleeping not because she loved him so much, but because of an uncontrollable preference.

Well, anyway, it was he who slept with Qin Chun now, so the cat that Qin Chun stroked in her dream could only be him.

"Is this matter very important?" Qin Chun reminded him, "Are you still going to drive? It will be midnight when we get back to the city."

Xiao Bingyang stared at her and suddenly asked, "Do you like cats very much?"

"Just so - so," Qin Chun was evasive. "Aren't cats quite cute?"

"Then why don't you keep a cat to accompany you?" Xiao Bingyang was a bit puzzled. "Aren't you very lonely when I'm not around usually?"

Qin Chun was silent for a moment and said faintly, "Because I'm afraid."

She looked out of the car window at the rolling mountains hidden in the twilight in the distance, where her dearest relative was buried.

"You don't know the pain of being separated from your loved ones. I'm afraid of things that are too close because I don't know when I will lose them. I would rather endure loneliness than let such a nightmare happen again. So, I like cats, but I would rather stroke them and play with them occasionally than keep them as company all day long."

Both of them were silent all the way, each lost in their own thoughts without communication. The car stereo was playing a few old songs. Maybe it was the playlist of the mobile phone player connected via Bluetooth. After playing once, it started from the beginning again. Xiao Bingyang listened and suddenly felt that the lyrics were a bit familiar.

Do you know what it feels like to miss someone? It's like drinking a cup of cold water.

Then over a very long time, the drops of water turn into hot tears one by one.

...

These seemed to be the words on Qin Chun's phone lock - screen picture.

The deep and hoarse male voice and the gentle and lingering melody magnified the sadness and longing in the words several times, spreading from the eardrums to the heart.

Xiao Bingyang suddenly wasn't sure. Were these two sentences really Qin Chun's feelings of missing him? Or was Qin Chun missing her father who passed away early?

Just then, there was a red light. Xiao Bingyang stopped the car and looked at Qin Chun sitting beside him.

After nearly two hours of driving, Qin Chun had fallen asleep leaning against the back of the seat. Her curled eyelashes cast shadows on her lower eyelids, and her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was solving some tough problems in her dream as well.

A strange impulse surged through him, churning violently in his body. Xiao Bingyang couldn't help but turn his face sideways and bowed his head to kiss her eyelashes.

Suddenly, he wanted to smooth the wrinkles between her brows, wanted to see her bright smile, and wanted to protect her under his wings to keep her away from worry and fear...