Qiao Qing paused, “Do you remember the very important person that I mentioned to you before?”
Jun Yexuan nodded.
Qiao Qing, “When I bring you to him and he nods, then we can get married.”
Jun Yexuan, “…”
Jun Yexuan thought of his father-in-law, who was now in a vegetative state. He then thought of the lack of knowledge the society had towards people with that condition. At once he wanted to cry.
Hesitantly, he tried asking, “… What if that person doesn’t agree to it?”
Qiao Qing looked taken back, “I haven’t thought of that possibility.”
Jun Yexuan, “…”
Just as Jun Yexuan debated whether he should laugh or cry, Qiao Qing suddenly called out to him, “Jun Yexuan.”
Jun Yexuan gulped before saying, “yes?”
“You know already, don’t you?” Though Qiao Qing posed this as a question, her tone was fairly certain.
Jun Yexuan felt flustered and he held onto her tighter.
“I didn’t mean to invade your privacy. It was that time when you left home without a word. I was worried and went to find you.”
Qiao Qing was silent for a long time. As Jun Yexuan’s mental state shifted from fear, anxiety, torture, then death, Qiao Qing finally opened her mouth, “So, all those medical books in your library… you started studying medicine because of me?”
Jun Yexuan felt uncomfortable by the question, “There’s more of a chance for success if two people work on something, rather than one.”
Qiao Qing was silent for another while, “Five years.”
Jun Yexuan, “What?”
Qiao Qing continued, “Give me five years. If after five years, I still cannot find a way to cure those in a vegetative state, I will marry you. Then, I will continue my search for a cure as your wife. If he loves me and cares for me, he wouldn’t miss my wedding.”
Jun Yexuan was both touched and excited by this. The strength he applied to hug her was strong enough to melt her into his bones, “It’s a promise.”
*
After the honest conversation that night, the relationship between those two seemed to have moved forward. No matter how much the three brothers tried to mess things up, they weren’t affected.
After Qiao Qing’s identity as a writer was exposed, she was treated like a superstar no matter where she went.
On the UCC forum, there were countless threads regarding Qiao Qing and Yi Shiqiong. They were mountains of discussions over those two writer beauties.
Fans from both sides had their opinions and they refused to change them.
In the blink of an eye, it was the 9th. Also a Saturday.
Early morning, Qiao Qing went to the Capital City International Exhibition Center, accompanied by Luo Chen.
She looked at the sea of people lined up outside the center and Luo Chen’s mouth dropped big enough for an egg to fit in.
“Qingqing, you have way too many fans! You won’t be able to finish signing books today!”
Qiao Qing, “Whether or not I finish signing, I only agreed to one day.”
Luo Chen thought about how many obstacles everyone here had to face just to be here. He felt very lucky suddenly.
Back then, he had once rejected Qiao Qing’s signature. How dumb was he!
Inside the building, there were also a bunch of reporters with their cameras set up.
The moment Qiao Qing stepped inside, Sun Jing ran up to her with a blossoming smile.
“Qingqing baby, now that I see you, I no longer worry. I thought you might’ve stood me up!”
Qiao Qing, “…”
No wonder those two were married.
Luo Chen gave Sun Jing a look, “This is…?”
Before Qiao Qing could speak, Sun Jing had introduced herself while slapping her own chest.
“I’m baby Qingqing’s main editor! You’re baby Qingqing’s friend, right? Hurry and have a seat. I’ll get you some tea.”
Luo Chen was dumbstruck by Sun Jing’s attentiveness. Didn’t editors normally act like they’re better than the authors? How come this one wasn’t behaving so?
As Sun Jing brought those two to a long table, they ran into two people.
Luo Chen immediately cursed, “No way.”
