135: Chapter 135 I'll Wear This Tonight for You

Han Qing leaned over to look, and the two of them browsed the screen together.

"This... is too red."

She pointed to a bright red Cheongsam.

"It's not suitable for me to wear."

"How about this one?"

Qin Lin pointed to a dark green one.

"It really suits your temperament."

Han Qing looked at that Cheongsam.

Dark green, with dark pattern embroidery, a standing collar, frog buttons, and a moderate slit.

"Will it be too old-fashioned?" She hesitated a bit.

"No, Aunt Qing doesn't look old-fashioned in anything."

Han Qing shot him a glare. "You just know how to say sweet things."

But she still added that Cheongsam to the shopping cart.

After browsing for a while, she took a liking to a champagne-colored one.

It was softer than the dark green, the fabric had a faint luster, and the style was simpler.

"This one is also pretty."

"Buy it, buy both."

"Isn't it too expensive?"

"It's not expensive."

Qin Lin checked the price; each piece was 10 survival points.

It was simply too cheap.

"When buying clothes for you, no amount is too expensive."

Han Qing's face turned red again.

But she didn't refuse.

Qin Lin placed the order, and the two Cheongsams quickly appeared on the shelves of the Tool Warehouse.

"Will you wear them for me tonight?"

Han Qing looked at him, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly.

"Okay, I'll wear them for you tonight."

She stood up, preparing to leave.

When she reached the door, she turned back to give him another look.

In that look, there was bashfulness and expectation.

And also a kind of... allure that Qin Lin had never seen on her face before.

"Wait for me," she said.

Then the door closed.

Qin Lin sat in the Drivers Cabin, savoring that look from just now.

The 37-year-old Han Qing, wearing a Cheongsam...

He was already starting to look forward to the night.

In the ecological box, Han Yurou was picking strawberries.

One, two, three...

She picked the largest and reddest strawberries and put them into the small basket beside her.

But her expression wasn't happy at all.

"Hmph," she muttered softly.

"Picking strawberries for him again, he doesn't even know who picked the ones he's eating..."

She picked another one and put it in the basket.

"Even if I pick them, he doesn't eat them, it just benefits others..."

She picked another one.

"I won't pick them for you anymore... let you eat air..."

She picked another one.

The basket gradually filled up.

Han Yurou looked at the basket full of strawberries and talked to herself huffily:

"I said I wouldn't pick them for you, but I picked so many again... honestly..."

She reached out, took the largest one, and took a big bite.

The juice burst in her mouth, the sweet and sour taste making her narrow her eyes.

"Delicious..."

She took another bite.

"But I won't let you eat them... I'll eat them myself..."

As she ate, she continued to pick.

Instead of decreasing, the strawberries in the basket grew more and more.

Su Yuling came in from outside and saw Han Yurou squatting in front of the Strawberry rack, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster hoarding food.

"Yu Rou, what are you doing?"

Han Yurou was startled and almost choked on a Strawberry.

*Cough, cough*, nothing! Just picking strawberries!"

She quickly swallowed and wiped the corners of her mouth.

"Yuling, why are you here?"

"I came to chat with you."

Su Yuling walked over and saw the basket full of strawberries.

"Wow, you picked so many! Are they all for Brother Lin?"

Han Yurou's expression stiffened for a moment.

"...Yeah."

She said gloomily, "I picked them for him."

"Then let's deliver them together!"

Su Yuling said excitedly, "He'll definitely be very happy!"

"No."

Han Yurou refused immediately.

"If you want to go, go yourself, I'm not going."

"Why?"

"Because..." Han Yurou paused.

"Because I don't want to go. Anyway, someone else will deliver strawberries to him, he's not lacking mine."

Su Yuling blinked, not quite understanding what she was saying.

Aren't only the two of them picking strawberries?

How were the other sisters and aunts picking them?

Before she could figure it out, Han Yurou had already shoved the basket to her.

"You take them to him."

"I'm going back first."

She stood up, brushed the dirt off her hands, and left without looking back.

Su Yuling stood there holding the basket full of strawberries, looking completely bewildered.

"What's wrong with Sister Yu Rou?" she muttered to herself.

"She's acting so weird..."

But soon, she forgot about this question.

"Brother Lin!"

She ran toward the Drivers Cabin holding the strawberries.

"I've brought you some strawberries!"

After dinner, Han Qing went back to Bedroom No. 003.

Han Yurou was reading on the bed. Seeing her mother come in, she asked casually:

"Mom, are you going out tonight?"

Han Qing's footsteps paused for a moment.

"Yes, going out for a while."

Han Yurou turned a page of her book, her tone calm:

"Oh."

Han Qing looked at her daughter, hesitating to speak.

In the end, she didn't say anything, opened the wardrobe, and took out the two newly bought Cheongsams.

Han Yurou glanced at them. "New clothes?"

"Yes." Han Qing was a bit nervous.

"Do they look good?"

Han Yurou looked carefully.

The dark green one, with dark pattern embroidery, standing collar, and frog buttons, exuded mature elegance.

The champagne-colored one, with fabric that had a soft luster, was simple and elegant.

"They look good," she said, her tone sincere.

"Mom, you'll definitely look good in them."

Han Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then... Mom is going to take a shower first, you should go to sleep early."

"Okay."

Han Qing left with the clothes.

After the door closed, Han Yurou put down her book and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

She knew where her mother was going.

She also knew who her mother was dressing up so beautifully for.

She wasn't angry.

Really not angry.

Just...

She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow.

Just a little bit envious.

In Bedroom No. 000, the lighting was adjusted to be very soft.

Qin Lin leaned against the headboard, waiting.

The door opened.

Han Qing walked in, wearing a champagne-colored Cheongsam.

Qin Lin was stunned.

He had seen Han Qing in a white lab coat: professional and calm.

He had seen her in a black knitted dress: mature and alluring.

He had seen her in loungewear: casual and approachable.

But he had never seen her in a Cheongsam.

The champagne fabric clung softly to her body, perfectly outlining every curve.

The standing collar accentuated her slender neck, and the frog buttons extended all the way from the collar to the waist, each one fastened tightly, yet making one even more curious about the scenery beneath.

At the slit of the skirt, with her steps, a section of fair calf was faintly revealed.

Her hair was pinned up, revealing her smooth forehead and earlobes.

She wore light makeup, and her lip color was a bit redder than usual.

She stood at the door, looking at Qin Lin's expression, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly.

"How is it?"

she asked, her voice a bit lower than usual.

Qin Lin didn't answer.

He just stood up, walked over, and stood in front of her.

Then he reached out and gently took her by the waist.

"Aunt Qing."

His voice was a bit husky.

"Like this... I won't be able to take it."

Han Qing leaned into his embrace and looked up at him.

"Even if you can't take it, you have to."

There was a hint of triumph in her eyes.

"Didn't you say you wanted to see? Now that you've seen it, are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied," Qin Lin looked down at her.

"Extremely satisfied."