Chapter 100: Sharing the same bed is not human (8) But this word... why is it exactly the same?
"What...are you talking about? I don't understand."
After being stunned for a while, even though her heart was beating out of her throat, she maintained an innocent smile and pretended to be ignorant.
Although I don't know how he guessed it, or whether he is the murderer or not, the safest and surest way now is to pretend to be stupid.
What if he is really...
"Really?" The man's icy fingers gently rubbed the base of her ears, his laughter was low and hoarse, confusing her for no reason.
"Why are you scaring me again?" Yan Jinyue tried his best to maintain his composure, pretending to be coquettish, "I'm looking for you because I miss you. I just took a nap and dreamed of you, and I want to see you when I wake up."
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"So my wife likes me so much." He frowned, originally dangerous and gentle.
"You are my husband, of course I like you." She smiled brightly.
The man pinched her face and played with her like a glutinous rice ball. His eyes darkened and the corners of his lips curved with unknown meaning.
Just when Yan Jinyue was trying to figure out his thoughts, the kiss had already fallen. He was gentle at first, and when she got used to it, she returned to her previous aggressiveness.
Although her breath was taken away, her heart felt at ease.
Being intimate is better than him admitting that he is the murderer and then silencing her, right?
She took the initiative to cater to him, letting the kiss go on and on, and then it got out of hand, and every spark lit up the entire wilderness.
The stone table was used as a bed, and all the pen and ink utensils were swept to the ground, crackling.
Yan Jinyue grabbed his shoulder, "Is it broken?"
"It doesn't matter, just buy another set."
One second Yan Jinyue was thinking it was a waste of money, but the next second she had no time to think about anything else. She has become a small paper boat in the turbulent waves, being beaten and soaked by the sea water.
On the bluestone table, there are two different worlds: hot and cold.
**
Sunday is a cool autumn day, perfect for an outing.
Sure enough, Yan Qi took her to the back hill of their school, and she actually saw the field of purple orchid flowers.
A sign next to the flower field reads: Thirty yuan per bouquet (no more than twenty flowers), pick by yourself.
Next to it is a payment QR code.
Yan Jinyue paid to pick a bunch, convinced that what Yan Qi said was true, and his suspicions and concerns were relieved a lot.
She walked hand in hand with him on the university campus, and the students passing by gave her a vague look.
Yan Jinyue originally thought she was envious of the couple's perfect match, and felt smug about it.
As a result, the gaze he gave her made her feel more and more wrong. It was more like spiteful hatred than envy. Just like now, there is a line of sight behind her, like a poisonous snake watching, extremely cold.
She suddenly turned around and saw that those people either looked away, chatting and laughing with the people around them, or their eyes returned to normal.
She frowned, confused.
"What's wrong?" the man asked with concern.
"It's nothing, it's just that I always feel like someone is looking at me, which makes me uncomfortable." She pursed her lips, "Maybe I'm overly concerned."
Just like that night, she always felt that the taxi driver and the security guard had strange looks in their eyes, and she felt that they were up to no good.
But when she met the security guards the next day, they were extremely normal, friendly and enthusiastic, as if her experience the day before was just a figment.
Yan Qi put his arm around her thin shoulders and patted her lightly, "It's okay, I'm here."
The man's voice was gentle and firm, smoothing the wrinkles in her heart. Yan Jinyue said "hmm", hugged his arm and leaned closer, and did not let go until he reached his office.
"Oh, it's great to be young. Look at Teacher Xiao Yan and his wife, how loving they are."
"Yes, look how well matched they are, the talented man and the beautiful woman."
"Xiao Yan, you have such a beautiful daughter-in-law, why don't you bring her to us earlier."
When they met Yan Qi's colleagues, they laughed and joked.
Yan Qi and Yan Jinyue also responded one by one.
"Are you professional teachers working so hard? So many people come to school on Sundays." Yan Jinyue was surprised.
"Last time, Professor Chen led a team to inspect a large tomb of a Han Dynasty noble, and a lot of things were unearthed, so recently, everyone has to be in school on Saturdays and Sundays."
"Then you didn't come to school yesterday..." Yan Jinyue was a little worried.
Although Yan Qi is an associate professor, she is still young after all. The professors and associate professors she met along the way are basically in their forties or fifties, and there are even returning professors with gray hair.
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He is a young man who is lazy and lets this go...will he really not be said to be disrespectful to his seniors?
Seeing her worry, Yan Qi pinched her cheek and said, "Don't worry, I asked for leave yesterday, and didn't I come today?"
"But you brought your wife here to play today, which is very, very unprofessional." Yan Jinyue looked up into his eyes and said seriously.
Yan Qi smiled and hugged him, "Other people want their husbands to spend more time with them at home, but that's better for you."
He tapped the tip of her nose.
"You have taken good care of your family. Besides, I am not a three-year-old child and I need to be taken care of all the time. Work is more important. If you work hard, I can spend my money responsibly."
"Okay." He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips.
Yan Qi was focused on his work, and Yan Jinyue was not idle either. He took a few books from the bookshelf in his office to read. They were all professional books on archeology, but archeology involves history and humanities, which is quite interesting.
After reading one book in a row, she went to pick the next one, and found a book with a tattered cover. She thought it was old, but she could vaguely tell from the title page that the publication date was a hundred years ago.
What an old antique!
Yan Jinyue was amazed in his heart, and he became more careful while browsing. She didn't read the specific content, just the markings on the side of the book.
It should have been written with a pen, which penetrated the back of the paper. Every word was clean and neat, delicate but sharp, and there was a sense of strength in the softness.
What beautiful words.
The person who wrote this word must be an elegant young man who scolded Fang Qiu. He must have a demeanor as bright as the moon, Yan Jinyue thought with her face in hand.
And she was curious about the owner of the word, and happened to find a black and white photo from the page of the book.
The photo shows a young man dressed in Republican attire. He is tall, handsome, and has an extraordinary temperament. However, his face is blurred and his face cannot be seen clearly.
But why does this outline look familiar?
She frowned and thought, and suddenly realized when she glanced at the handsome man Qing Jun who was working next to her.
Who does she say it looks like!
Not like her husband.
She excitedly ran over with the photo, "Husband, look, this person looks very much like you. He has a similar profile and similar temperament. He is exactly the same."
"Of course, this is my great-grandfather." Yan Qi said with a smile.
"I see." Yan Jinyue said "no wonder" on her face. She wanted to praise your family's genetics, but she saw what he was writing on his desk.
She could understand that they looked similar, after all, they were related by blood, but this word... why were they exactly the same?