My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 627: Retribution for Being Late 35

Qi Younian was initially startled, then looked at Meng Qiuyan baffledly, "Qiuyou, this isn’t good."

At hearing the name ’Qiuyou,’ Meng Qiuyan’s heart fluttered, and she felt overwhelmed. She put down the bowl of porridge she was holding onto a side table and raised her eyebrows at Qi Younian, who was feigning illness.

Under such a gaze, Qi Younian felt somewhat guilty. Clutching his injured arm, he stared at Meng Qiuyan, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Meng Qiuyan, "Qi Younian, the matter is over."

He was taken aback, not expecting Meng Qiuyan to say something like this. After a moment of stun, he smiled slightly, "Yeah, it’s almost over."

He reached out and pulled Meng Qiuyan’s hand into his palm, "Once it’s completely over, let’s get married."

Meng Qiuyan huffed, "Do you think I can just let you have your way like that?"

Qi Younian shook his head, his face buried in her palm, "No, I just feel, I want to be with you forever, that’s all."

Meng Qiuyan: "..."

Faced with someone suddenly spouting sweet nothings, the language was somewhat embarrassing, but mysteriously, it also made her happy.

She remained silent, and Qi Younian just quietly looked at her, waiting for her answer, without hurrying her.

After a long time, Meng Qiuyan finally spoke slowly, "Okay."

Qi Younian’s smile was silent, and with a strong pull on his arm, Meng Qiuyan lost her balance and fell into his arms, worried about pressing on his arm and dared not move.

In his embrace, flustered, "Qi Younian, you..."

Qi Younian chuckled, his handsome face buried in her shoulder, "Beibei, do you remember what you promised me?"

"What?"

"I’m not getting any younger, about having children, you agreed in the car."

Lying in his arms, Meng Qiuyan laughed, "I didn’t say I would back out, why do you keep stressing it, do I seem like such a principle-less person to you?"

"I’m just not confident about myself."

Meng Qiuyan’s smile faded, quietly lying in his embrace, "There’s no need, I like you and have never thought about leaving you."

"I know."

"Then what are you worried about? Doubting my character?"

Meng Qiuyan: "... If you weren’t injured, do you believe I would hit you?"

Qi Younian burst into laughter, "I do believe that."

Yuran and Bo Yan arrived at the hospital with Zhizhi to see Qi Younian, and no one expected to walk into such a scene. Yuran coughed once at the door and pushed it open, Meng Qiuyan still held tightly in Qi Younian’s embrace.

Yuran stood beside the bed, looking down at Qi Younian, "If you weren’t a patient now, I’d think you were a real rascal."

Qi Younian looked back disdainfully, "When you and Bo Yan were being affectionate, did I say anything? Didn’t I bless you? Why are you so heartless towards me? Qiuyan is your sister, could I possibly hurt her?"

Yuran turned to Bo Yan, "Husband, punch him for me." freёwebnoѵel.com

Meng Qiuyan, anxious, crawled out of his arms and grabbed Yuran’s hand, "Sister, stop, he’s injured."

Qi Younian was unbearably smug.

Yuran ruffled Meng Qiuyan’s hair, "Really, you’re not even married yet, take it easy."

Meng Qiuyan’s face turned red, and Qi Younian interjected, "Yuran, don’t go overboard, she’s still your sister, can you really tease her like that?"

Yuran, "..."

Who feels like they haven’t spread enough dog food around here?

Zhizhi stood beside the bed, worriedly looking at Meng Qiuyan, "Little aunt, have you been brainwashed by Uncle Qi?"

"Who taught you that word?" Meng Qiuyan found it amusing, squatted down, and looked into Zhizhi’s lovely eyes, which resembled her mother’s, while the rest of him was the spitting image of Bo Yan.

Anyone could tell this was Bo Yan’s child.

Yuran also found it funny, this kid, when did he learn so much?

Zhizhi explained, "I saw it on the internet, brainwashing songs, isn’t being brainwashed understanding something repeatedly until it’s taken for granted? Right now, little aunt’s situation is just like being brainwashed by Uncle Qi."

Qi Younian felt very innocent, "Zhizhi, that’s not how you use the term ’brainwashed’."

Zhizhi puzzled, "Is it not?"

Still sensing skepticism, isn’t this the use? But it feels so fitting.

Zhizhi was taken by Yuran and Meng Qiuyan into an adjoining small room. The hospital room was left with only Qi Younian and Bo Yan, Bo Yan staring emotionlessly at him, looking disdainfully at the wound on his arm, "If you have the guts, cripple yourself like that, what is this good for? You can’t even determine the opponent’s death penalty, nor can you increase the sentence, instead, it makes you look foolish as a pig."

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