[R18] Lianqing(NP) – “Lian Qing (NP)” Chapter 250 [English]

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Two years later, the French Riviera.

There is a white building standing on the cliff by the sea. The door sign outside reads Qing Studio. Ji Qing is painting in the studio on the top floor.

The lighting here is excellent, with floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides, and the curtains are made of light gray gauze fabric, which will not affect her judgment of colors after looking at it for a long time.

She was wearing a white T-shirt, loose denim overalls, her hair was tied up casually, and there were traces of paint all over her body. She looked youthful and lively.

She had been painting all morning and was about to put the finishing touches when suddenly her phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was someone from the UW Gallery.

Recently, they want to buy a set of seascapes painted by Ji Qing. Ji Qing is discussing cooperation with them. After two years here, she can already communicate in basic terms in French.

After making an appointment with the other party to sign the contract, she hung up the phone and got up to pour a glass of water.

The sun was shining brightly outside. She carried the water to the balcony and leaned against the guardrail. Looking at the beautiful blue sea, her thoughts slowly returned to two years ago.

After Zhou Jianshen left that day, he gave this place to her, including all the buildings from the main building to the surrounding buildings, and he purchased another property to live in.

Ji Qing changed this place into a studio and devoted himself to the oil painting career. During this period, Zhou Jianshen helped her arrange several art exhibitions, and she did not refuse. Zhou Jianshen also respected her very much and would not come here casually unless he got her permission.

After drinking half a glass of water, Ji Qing turned around and went back to continue painting. As soon as he turned around, he saw Zhou Fucheng leaning against the door and looking at her.

He is wearing a suit and shorts, which is not inappropriate at all. His skin is darker, he must have traveled to Africa again.

Seeing him coming over, Ji Qing poured him a glass of water. He took it and drank a large glass, then looked at Ji Qing’s paintings and nodded.

“Good.”

He said it very seriously, but Ji Qing got angry when he heard this. When Zhou Jianshen helped her hold her first art exhibition, she also sold her first painting. She was very happy, but when she went back to check, it was Zhou Fucheng who had someone buy it anonymously!

For this reason, she chased him to Zhou Fucheng’s home and beat him severely, but she became less angry when she found that he hung the painting above his bed.

Zhou Fucheng is a man who looks free and easy, but respects women very much. In the past two years, he and Ji Qing have gotten along as friends, and they have not done anything out of line. Ji Qing and he are very comfortable getting along with each other.

“Want to take a break?”

Zhou Fucheng put down the water glass and suggested, Ji Qing thought for a while, it would be okay to rest and come back later to finish the work.

So She simply changed her clothes, and the two of them went to sit in the living room. Zhou Fucheng reached for the remote control and turned on the TV. Two figures immediately appeared on the ultra-thin big screen.

——This is an interview program by Zhou Jianshen. In the past two years, he has focused on cross-border cooperation and has fully taken over the management rights of most of the Zhou family’s industries. The domestic focus has been handed over to the Lu family as an agent.

Seeing this scene, Ji Qing looked back at Zhou Fucheng, but Zhou Fucheng just nodded and told her to continue looking.

Ji Qing breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at the TV. The interview took place at Zhou Jianshen’s home. The host and he were sitting on the sofa, with a white carved fireplace behind them.

The interview seemed to have been going on for a while. The blond host looked at the cards and asked the next question with a smile.

“Léon.je vois que tu portes des alliances tout le temps， maais il n』y a pas de nouvelles de tes fianAIlles， tu as une petite amie”

(Leon, I see you are always wearing a wedding ring, but there is no news about your engagement. Do you have a girlfriend?)

Zhou Jian smiled deeply and reached out to touch the ring on his ring finger.

“Emmm m…Pas une copine, une fille que j’AIme, qui n’a pas accepté d’être ma petite amie et ne pas être d’accord avec ma demande de maage.”

(Well… not a girlfriend, but a girl I love. She didn’t agree to be my girlfriend, nor did she agree to my proposal.)

“Oooh…Une confession affectueu color, a veut dire que j』AI une autre chance”

(Wow, that’s a very affectionate confession, it means I have another chance, right?)

The host smiled and joked to liven up the atmosphere, and Zhou Jianshen also smiled.

「C』est vrAI aussi.」

(This is also true.)

The people on the TV continued to talk. Ji Qing looked back at Zhou Fucheng again. Zhou Fucheng shrugged with an expression of “Look how pitiful he is.”

Ji Qing smiled helplessly, while Zhou Fucheng stood up and looked down at her.

“I’m leaving, see you next month.”

After saying that, he put his hands in his pockets and walked out. Ji Qing stood up and looked at his back, and waved when he looked back.

In the afternoon, after finishing the last part of the oil painting, Ji Qing went to take a hot bath, put on a T-shirt and shorts, and rested in the sun on a deck chair by the beach.

There was a mobile phone in her hand, and her eyes fell on the sea. Suddenly the mobile phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was a text message from Jiang Dongyue.

The two have kept in touch in the past two years. Jiang Dongyue will send her text messages when there are important events.

For example, Feng Xiyun and the son of the Minister of General Staff are engaged, and the engagement ceremony was held three months ago. Or, for example, Lu Heng’s son is about to celebrate his birthday, he is going to be a godfather, etc., usually with photos.

But today, he sent a simple sentence.

“Qingqing, I’m going to have bone extension surgery tomorrow.”

Ji Qing was stunned for a moment when he saw this sentence, then closed his eyes, held the phone and took several deep breaths.

Finally, she sent a picture back to Jiang Dongyue. It was a picture of her pinching her face and puffing up her cheeks.

Jiang Dongyue couldn’t help but smile after receiving it. He put down the phone and spoke to Jiang Dongxian beside him.

“Brother, let’s go.”

Jiang Dongxian nodded, and then pushed Jiang Dongyue to the conference room. The Jiang family and Ji Tingqin provided him with the best treatment resources, and nationally renowned orthopedic surgeons were waiting for him there.

*
Three days later, Ji Qing received another reply from Jiang Dongyue.

A picture of legs, a smiling face.

The legs in the photo were fixed with something made of steel, which looked scary. Ji Qing checked the information and knew that he would go through a long, long recovery period. She also knew that the length that he needed to be extended was very small. After recovery, he would be able to live a normal life.

Well…except for life-threatening fights.

After two years, Ji Qing finally let go of the heavy stone in her heart. She lay on the bed holding her cell phone with a gentle smile on her lips.

Finally, after lying there for who knows how long, she turned over and saw the silver ring hanging on the window.

——She has placed this ring in many places in the past two years, but in the end she felt it was appropriate to hang it here.

After looking at it for a while, she stood up and took off the ring.

The silver ring shone in the palm of her hand. She held the ring tightly and gently touched her belly.

——Time is always a good medicine that heals everything, she thinks so.

*
At 8 o’clock in the evening, Ji Qing called Zhou Jianshen. Zhou Jianshen arrived on time. When he opened the door, he saw Ji Qing standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window wearing a big white shirt.

Her hair hung softly down her back, and her delicate collarbones were looming in the reflection of the glass window, which made Zhou Jianshen’s heart soften.

“Qingqing?”