128: Chapter 128 Let's try a different approach

Qin Lin really couldn't resist Han Qing's posture of feigned refusal.

It was too seductive.

The snowy plains outside the window reflected a faint light, casting a glow on the two intertwined figures.

Han Qing leaned into Qin Lin's embrace, her fingers unconsciously drawing circles on his chest.

“Yu Rou seems to have become less talkative lately.”

Qin Lin looked down at her.

“Really?”

“Yes, she used to chatter incessantly during meals, but she's been very quiet these past few days.”

“I asked her if she was feeling unwell, and she said no.”

Qin Lin thought for a moment: “Maybe it's puberty, she might have something on her mind.”

“Perhaps.” Han Qing sighed.

“I really have... spent less time with her these past few days.”

Qin Lin was silent for a few seconds: “Is it because of me?”

Han Qing did not deny it.

She raised her head and looked at him: “Qin Lin, do you think... Yu Rou will find out?”

“Find out what?”

“Find out that I come to see you every night.”

Her voice sounded a bit uneasy.

“If she knew, what would she think?”

Qin Lin gently stroked her back: “Are you worried she'll find out?”

“Of course I'm worried, I'm her mother. In front of her, I've always been that serious, rational mother who knows everything. If she finds out that I... I...”

She couldn't go on.

Qin Lin understood what she meant.

The motherly image Han Qing had maintained for eighteen years was sacred and inviolable in her heart.

If this image collapsed, she wouldn't know how to face her daughter.

“Then what do you plan to do?”

Han Qing was silent for a long time.

“I don't know, but I don't want to keep it from her forever. I will tell her.”

“Not now?”

“Not now, and she has feelings for you, I can tell. If she finds out about my relationship with you...”

She paused and gave a bitter smile: “I'm afraid she'll hate me.”

Qin Lin didn't say anything.

He just held her a little tighter.

The snowy plains outside the window reflected a faint light, casting a glow on the two intertwined figures.

No one knew that just a wall away in Bedroom No. 003, Han Yurou was lying with her eyes open, staring at the ceiling.

...

The early morning sunlight spilled through the windows into the RV; a new day had begun.

When Han Qing quietly slipped out of Bedroom No. 000, the hallway was empty.

She breathed a sigh of relief, walked quickly back to Bedroom No. 003, and gently pushed open the door.

Han Yurou was already awake.

She sat on the bed with her back to the door, lost in thought.

“Yu Rou?”

Han Qing called out tentatively.

“Since you're awake, why aren't you getting up?”

Han Yurou turned her head and glanced at her.

That glance was very calm, unusually calm.

“I'm just about to.”

She said, her voice devoid of emotion.

Han Qing's heart skipped a beat, but she remained composed on the surface.

“Then get up quickly. Wanwan should be making breakfast.”

“Mhm.”

Han Yurou got out of bed and walked past her without giving her another look.

Han Qing stood there, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

But she quickly convinced herself.

Maybe she just didn't sleep well; children are all like that.

...

In the Drivers Cabin, Qin Lin was checking the System data.

Han Qing pushed the door open and entered, closing it behind her.

“Looking for me?”

“Yes, I didn't get a chance to ask you last night, has the System detected any results?”

Qin Lin was stunned for a moment, then understood what she meant.

“No, I checked the System this morning, and there's still no notification.”

Han Qing was instantly disappointed, like a deflated balloon.

Qin Lin also frowned.

Logically, it shouldn't be like this.

His own Physique had been strengthened multiple times by the System.

The 'Intermediate Energetic' state had greatly improved his stamina and Recovery.

Although Han Qing was 37, the recent System rewards had benefited her significantly, and her physical condition had been improved.

The two of them had been together almost every night recently without taking any precautions.

Why couldn't she conceive?

“Could it be...” Han Qing hesitated.

“Could it be what?”

“Could it be that I'm really no longer capable?”

Her voice was very soft, with a hint of trembling.

“At my age, it's already not easy to conceive. Plus, there was some damage when I gave birth to Yu Rou, maybe...”

Qin Lin stood up and walked over to her.

“Aunt Qing.” He took her hand.

“Don't overthink it. Just because the System hasn't given a notification doesn't mean there's a problem. Maybe the timing just isn't right.”

“But Yuran and Wanwan were both so fast, and Xu Xue even on her first time...”

Han Qing's voice grew even lower: “Only me, no matter what I do, it doesn't work.”

She raised her head, her eyes slightly red.

“Qin Lin, am I very useless?”

Qin Lin looked at her, his heart aching.

This doctor who was calm and decisive at the operating table, this mature woman who maintained a professional air in front of everyone.

Right now, she was like a helpless little girl asking him, 'Am I very useless?'

“You're not.” He pulled her into his arms.

“Aunt Qing, you're not.”

Han Qing leaned against his shoulder, silent.

After a long time, she whispered: “Then tonight... shall we try a different way?”

Qin Lin looked down at her: “What way?”

Han Qing's face turned slightly red, but her eyes were firm.

“I mean... changing positions. I've read in books that some positions have a higher conception rate.”

Qin Lin was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

“Aunt Qing.” He leaned into her ear.

“Are you conducting academic research with me?”

Han Qing hit him in embarrassment: “What academic research! I'm serious!”

“I'm serious too. Tonight, we'll research it thoroughly.”

...

That night, they indeed researched for a long time.

Han Qing applied all the knowledge she had read from medical books.

She was like a rigorous scientific researcher, meticulously executing every step.

However, the process of execution was far from the coldness of scientific research.

“Is... is this okay?” she asked, panting.

“It's okay... it's more than okay...”

Qin Lin's voice was also hoarse.

“Then let's change... change positions...”

“Okay...”

The curtains were tightly closed, and the lights were dim.

In Bedroom No. 000, two figures were intertwined, tireless.

After an unknown amount of time, everything finally subsided.

Han Qing lay limp in Qin Lin's arms, her whole body feeling like it was falling apart.

“This time... it should work, right...”

She said weakly.

Qin Lin couldn't help but laugh: “Aunt Qing, you're treating conception like you're pushing a project forward.”

“Of course.”