137: Chapter 137 Su Yuran wrote three words on her schedule

Su Yuran: Completed

Lin Wanwan: Completed

Han Qing: In Progress

Xu Xue: Completed

Li Ying: In Progress

Her gaze moved down.

The next line was blank.

But in her heart, she had already filled in a name.

Su Yuran smiled.

She picked up a pen and wrote three words on that line.

After writing, she closed the notebook and put it back in the drawer.

She stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the scenery outside.

The snowfields receded rapidly, and ahead was a vast expanse of grayish-white.

She suddenly remembered something.

Han Yurou called Qin Lin "Brother Lin."

Han Qing called Qin Lin "Qin Lin."

Putting these two forms of address together always felt a bit... strange?

After all, Han Qing was Han Yurou's mother.

And the relationship between Han Qing and Qin Lin...

"Pfft."

Su Yuran couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This relationship was really getting more and more chaotic.

But let it be chaotic.

In the apocalypse, being able to live and be happy was enough.

She turned and walked out of the bedroom.

In the living room, Han Yurou was handing strawberries to Qin Lin, Han Qing was smiling nearby, and Su Yuling was chattering away about something.

It was very lively.

It was very warm.

Su Yuran walked over and sat down beside Qin Lin.

"Brother Lin."

She deliberately used Han Yurou's form of address for him.

"Are there any strawberries left?"

Qin Lin was stunned for a moment, then he smiled.

"Yes." He handed her one.

"Here, Sister Yuran."

Su Yuran took the strawberry and took a bite.

"Mmm, so sweet."

"Yu Rou's strawberries are indeed delicious."

Han Yurou's face turned red again.

But she smiled.

She smiled very happily.

In the evening, Han Qing was in the kitchen helping Lin Wanwan prepare dinner.

Qin Lin walked in and leaned against the doorframe to watch her.

Han Qing was wearing an apron and was cutting vegetables; her movements were skilled, and her expression was focused.

"Aunt Qing."

Han Qing looked up: "Hmm?"

"You look really beautiful today."

Han Qing was stunned for a moment, and then her face turned red.

"You—why are you suddenly saying this..."

"I just felt like saying it."

Qin Lin walked over and stood behind her.

"What are you cutting?"

"Potatoes, Wanwan said she wants to make beef stew."

"Oh."

Qin Lin reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

Han Qing's body stiffened, then softened.

"What are you doing... Wanwan is still here..."

Lin Wanwan happened to come in from outside; seeing this scene, she smiled.

"I didn't see anything," she said.

"Please continue."

She went back out.

Han Qing's face turned completely red.

"Qin Lin! Can't you pay attention to the occasion!"

"What's wrong with the occasion?" Qin Lin said confidently.

"Do I have to pick an occasion to hug my own woman?"

Han Qing couldn't argue with him and could only let him hold her.

But the corners of her mouth still couldn't help but turn upward.

"Aunt Qing."

Qin Lin whispered in her ear: "Will you wear a Cheongsam for me tonight? Along with Black Silk Stockings."

"...Fine, fine, fine," she said softly.

Qin Lin smiled with satisfaction.

He released his grip and helped her tidy her hair.

"Then I'll be waiting."

He walked out of the kitchen.

Han Qing stood there, watching his back with a smile on her face.

This man.

Really...

She shook her head and continued cutting vegetables.

But the smile on her face just wouldn't go away.

...

At night, Han Yurou lay in bed.

Mom had gone out again.

But she wasn't angry anymore.

She really wasn't angry.

This afternoon, she had sat and eaten strawberries with Qin Lin and her mom.

Chatting about this and that, that feeling... was very good.

Like a family.

Even though this "family" relationship was a bit complicated.

She closed her eyes with a smile on her face.

"Goodnight, Mom," she said softly.

"Goodnight, Brother Qin Lin."

Inside Bedroom No. 000, the lighting was adjusted to be soft and suggestive.

Han Qing had just finished her shower and changed into that dark green Cheongsam; her hair was still slightly damp, draped lazily over her shoulders.

She leaned against the headboard, looking at Qin Lin with a gaze that held the charm unique to a mature woman.

"What are you looking at?"

She asked, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned.

"Looking at Aunt Qing."

Qin Lin sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to gently stroke her cheek.

"So beautiful."

Han Qing didn't pull away.

"You say that every time."

"Because I think that every time."

Qin Lin leaned over and gave her a light kiss on the lips.

Han Qing closed her eyes and responded to his kiss.

The fabric of the Cheongsam slid under his palm, its dark green luster shimmering under the light.

The two gradually reclined onto the bed, the atmosphere becoming more and more intense.

Just then—

Knock, knock, knock.

A sudden knocking at the door sounded.

Both of them froze simultaneously.

Han Qing snapped her eyes open, her face still flushed, but her gaze had turned resentful.

She looked at Qin Lin and said in a low voice:

"Who is it this time?"

Qin Lin was also stunned.

At this hour, who would come knocking on his door?

"Maybe it's Wanwan?" he whispered.

"Wanwan wouldn't come at this time."

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Han Qing's tone.

"It must be one of your women, specifically picking this time to come."

Qin Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Aunt Qing, what you're saying..."

"Isn't it?" Han Qing raised an eyebrow.

"Xu Xue, Li Ying—aren't they both your women?"

Qin Lin sighed helplessly.

The knocking sounded again, a bit more urgent this time.

"Qin Lin? Are you asleep?"

A familiar voice came from outside the door.

Li Ying.

Han Qing's expression instantly became subtle.

She looked at Qin Lin, her eyes practically screaming the words "Just as I thought."

Qin Lin gave an awkward smile: "I'll go see."

He got up, casually threw on a jacket, walked to the door, and opened it.

Outside the door, Li Ying leaned against the doorframe, wearing a black Slip Nightgown with a hem that barely covered the tops of her thighs, revealing long, fair legs.

Her hair was draped loosely, and a lazy smile played on her face.

"Brother Qin Lin, I can't sleep and wanted to come chat with you."

Her voice was soft.

Before Qin Lin could speak, a cold snort came from the bedroom.

Li Ying's gaze moved past his shoulder and saw Han Qing on the bed.

Han Qing was currently sitting at the head of the bed, the buttons of her Cheongsam half-undone, revealing her collarbone and shoulders.

She had her arms crossed over her chest and was looking at the door expressionlessly.

"Oh," Li Ying smiled.

"Sister Han Qing is here too."

Han Qing said coldly: "If you know I'm here, why haven't you left?"

Li Ying, however, acted as if she hadn't heard and walked directly into the room, sat on the chair by the bed, and crossed her snowy-white legs.

"Why leave? I'm already here."

She looked at Han Qing with a hint of playfulness in her eyes.

"Sister Han Qing looks really beautiful in a Cheongsam; no wonder Brother Qin Lin runs to your place every day."

Han Qing's expression darkened further.

"Li Ying, what exactly do you want?"

"I don't want anything."

Li Ying shrugged.

"I just can't sleep and wanted to chat with Brother Qin Lin. Who knew you two were busy."

As she spoke, she looked at Qin Lin and winked.

"Brother Qin Lin, what were you two busy with just now? Am I interrupting?"

Qin Lin stood at the door, unsure whether to step in or back out.

He looked at Han Qing.

Her face was livid, and her gaze could kill.

He looked at Li Ying.

She was smiling brightly, with a "I did this on purpose" expression.

Two women—one wrapped in a blanket on the bed, one with her legs crossed on a chair—their gazes clashed in mid-air, sparks flying.