There Are Always Teachers Who Want To Ask Out Parents

Chapter 100: Mother And Daughter Quarrel

Their breaths merged as they embraced each other, their kisses lingering and inseparable. They made their way into the bathroom together.

The dim light cast shadows on the glass door, forming ever-changing shapes. Soon, the sound of running water emerged, creating ripples and waves. A ray of light seeped through the gaps, accompanied by faint whispers.

Time passed by minute by minute, as steam filled the bathroom. They took a long time bathing.

The balcony door was half open, allowing a gust of hot wind to blow in, causing the curtains to sway gently. The pale moonlight poured onto the ground like water, illuminating the leaves of the potted plants, creating a shining reflection. The surroundings were quiet, with faint sounds of crickets chirping from the grass.

The bathroom door was pushed open, and Lu Zhiqiao came out wearing a bathrobe. Her steps were unsteady, stumbling for a moment before she leaned against the wall and took the hairdryer to plug it in.

Water droplets dripped from her wet hair, forming strands that were twisted together.

Her robe hung loosely, the belt loosely tied in a casual knot that could easily come undone, revealing a subtle curve, creating a fragrant scene.

The hairdryer hummed.

The fragrance was blown away.

After a short while, when her hair was partially dry, Lu Zhiqiao turned off the hairdryer and set it down. She turned her head and glanced at the bathroom. "Yan Yan, are you dressed?"

"I'm ready."

Lu Zhiqiao walked over and saw Qi Yan coming out from inside, draped in a bath towel. The bare space caught her off guard, causing her breath to hitch. She averted her gaze. "You go out first and blow-dry your hair."

"Huh? Are you going to the bathroom?" Qi Yan placed a hand on her waist, looking at her with confusion.

Lu Zhiqiao didn't answer, but smiled and gave her a gentle push. She picked up the sponge mop leaning against the wall and bent down to mop the floor, absorbing the water from the tiled surface. Then she tore some tissue paper and held it in her hand, picking up the stray hairs stuck on the floor and throwing them into the trash bin.

Qi Yan stood outside the door, momentarily forgetting to stop her. After a while, she finally said, "Let the maid clean it up."

"No need, it's already clean," Lu Zhiqiao washed her hands, dried them, and turned on the bathroom fan. "Why haven't you gone to blow-dry your hair yet?"

"..."

Qi Yan's eyes darkened for a moment, but she didn't move.

Just now, they were indulging in the intimacy of the bathroom, and she jokingly remarked about the hair on the floor being annoying - throughout her life, wherever she lived, there was always hair on the floor, which was unavoidable.

It wasn't a big deal, just a casual remark.

But Lu Zhiqiao remembered it and silently cleaned up the hair. It was just a simple action.

"Do you want me to help you blow-dry it?" Lu Zhiqiao wrapped her arms around her slender waist, smiling as she leaned closer, her nose lightly brushing against her face.

Qi Yan tilted her head, leaning forward to meet her lips. Her dim brown eyes brightened again, and she curved her lips. "I want to."

She grabbed her hand, holding it tightly, and they walked towards the table.

Lu Zhiqiao is used to wiping her hair before blow drying. Seeing that Qi Yan's hair was dripping, she casually raised the bath towel around her shoulders to wrap it up, but forgot that this person was bare, everything was clearly visible in an instant,

"I'm going to get your pajamas."

"Don't—" Qi Yan pressed her hand and raised her eyebrows, "It's fine, it's cool."

"Where is the remote control of the air conditioner?" Lu Zhiqiao pretended not to understand her thoughts, gathered up the towel, and turned her head to look around.

The room is large, equipped with a complete set of sofa tables and chairs, thick carpets around it, two magazines on the coffee table, decorative vases, and nothing on the bedside table.

Qi Yan exhaled heavily, held her face in her hands, and turned it over, "Was that intentional? Such a prude."

Lu Zhiqiao pursed her lips tightly, trying to hold back a smile, but she didn't expect this person to shrug and let the towel fall off, her face was slightly hot, she couldn't help laughing, and said angrily: "Stop making trouble, blow your hair quickly, or you'll catch a cold."

She gently brushed away the hand on her cheek and bent down to pick up the bath towel, draping it over Qi Yan with a helpless smile.

If she doesn't want to wear it, then don't.

The hairdryer hummed as Lu Zhiqiao lifted Qi Yan's hair with one hand, her fingertips gliding through the strands, slightly damp and cool. Her movements were meticulous and gentle. Qi Yan closed her eyes, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, and a sense of comfort appeared on her smooth forehead. She thoroughly enjoyed Lu Zhiqiao's "service" at this moment.

After blow-drying her hair, Qi Yan still refused to put on her pajamas. She casually discarded the bath towel and simply lay down in the bed.

After all the previous commotion, they were both tired. Lu Zhiqiao turned off the light and lay down, and before long, her eyelids started to fight, with drowsiness setting in.

"Qiao—"

A soft call brought her back to consciousness, and she opened her eyes.

"Hmm?"

An arm suddenly wrapped around Lu Zhiqiao's waist, and the person beside her leaned closer, whispering in her ear, "Do you feel uncomfortable in any way when interacting with my parents?"

In the quiet darkness, where one couldn't see their own hand in front of them, the voice sounded both muffled and abrupt.

Lu Zhiqiao was taken aback for a moment. After pondering for a while, she gently grasped that hand and hesitated, "I don't feel uncomfortable. But it's strange, Auntie doesn't seem willing to talk much..."

"Oh, that's just how she is normally. She doesn't like to talk and prefers to observe from the shadows, hahaha."

"Are you saying she's observing me from the shadows?"

Lu Zhiqiao suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

Although Yan Yan's mother chatted with her for a few moments, she always felt that the other party had reservations. It could be her own sensitivity, something that most people wouldn't notice but she could ponder for a long time.

Based on her extensive experience in reading people, Yan Yan's mother was a typical person who wouldn't embarrass others face-to-face but had many concerns in her heart. She hid her emotions well, making people feel comfortable. It didn't necessarily mean she had malicious intentions, but perhaps she couldn't speak openly.

But what exactly was it?

She couldn't figure it out.

Nervousness can be contagious, and Qi Yan seemed to sense it. She kissed her gently on the corner of her mouth and soothingly whispered, "There shouldn't be any issues tonight. She was just busy feeding Niu Niu."

Lu Zhiqiao subconsciously tilted her head to return the kiss. Lying on her side, she thought of their daughter, and a subtle thought flashed through her mind, interrupting her previous train of thought. She asked, "By the way, have your parents ever mentioned to you that they want you to have a biological child?"

"No," Qi Yan affectionately pressed her forehead against hers. "Why? Does sister want us to have our own baby?"

Face to face, their skin radiated warmth, and their exhaled breaths melted together, tickling their faces.

"Do you want that? To have our own baby?"

"Not interested."

"Hmm?"

"Having children is suffering," Qi Yan murmured, lifting her hand to caress her face. She recalled the stretch marks on Chi Nian's belly and the mention of an episiotomy that day, feeling a chill in her heart.

"Niu Niu is enough."

The moonlight spilled into the bedroom, casting a faint glow. In the silence of the night, the breathing sounds became amplified, rising and falling, long and steady. The contours of each other's faces could be vaguely seen, as the night color enveloped them with an abrupt and striking intensity.

Lu Zhiqiao gazed at her face, and an inexplicable melancholy welled up in her heart. She sighed, "But after all, Niu Niu isn't blood related to you. Won't... the elders mind?"

After saying it, she immediately regretted it a bit.

She couldn't help but think too much and too far. Yan Yan didn't have any concerns yet, but she was the one worrying first. It was truly laughable.

"Even if they mind, that's their business. It has nothing to do with me. Niu Niu is as good as my own child in my heart," Qi Yan said as she traced her finger along the corner of Lu Zhiqiao's eye and gave a gentle kiss on the mole there, making a slight clicking sound in her eagerness.

The subtle sound felt particularly conspicuous in the stillness, subtly arousing.

Lu Zhiqiao closed her eyes, pressing the back of Qi Yan's head with one hand, unable to resist the temptation.

The next day, Qi Yan woke up early and got out of bed first. She dressed up, kissed Lu Zhiqiao's sleeping face, and quietly left the room, gently closing the door. The door to their daughter's room across the hall was also closed, indicating she was still asleep. The whole house was quiet, with only the crisp chirping of birds outside.

Qi Yan went downstairs, and the front door of the living room was open. She peeked outside and saw Ms. Lin busy tending to the flowers in the yard. She called out, "Mom."

"Hey—" Ms. Lin startled, turning around. "Yan Yan, why are you up so early?"

"Just woke up and got up," Qi Yan smiled and put on her outdoor slippers, going out and affectionately hugging her. "You're up early too. Where's Dad?"

"He's sleeping like a log."

"Pfft—"

The mother and daughter laughed as they spoke.

"What about Xiao Lu? Aren't you going to accompany your girlfriend?" Ms. Lin asked.

"Let her sleep a little longer," Qi Yan replied.

Ms. Lin paused for a moment and happened to catch a glimpse of the red mark on Qi Yan's neck. She cleared her throat and said, "Oh, someone knows how to leave a mark."

Qi Yan squinted her eyes and smiled, acting like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Mom, can I ask you a question?"

"Hm?"

"What do you think of my girlfriend?" Qi Yan raised her eyebrows and looked at her mother with hope in her eyes.

Outside the courtyard, the birds chirped and chirped on the treetop. Two sparrows flutter their wings and fly up, gliding over the power line pole and landing motionless on the roof of the opposite house, facing the morning breeze.

Ms. Lin remained silent for a moment, smiled, and said, "I've heard your father praise Xiao Lu before, and seeing her in person, she is indeed quite good. She's beautiful, elegant, and seems to have experienced hardships and seen the world. My daughter has a good eye." She looked sincere, not like she was lying or being insincere.

"You were so focused on Niu Niu yesterday that you hardly paid any attention to Qiao Qiao. It made her anxious all night," Qi Yan exaggeratedly remarked.

"Ah?"

"Yes."

Ms. Lin's expression changed, her smile became somewhat unnatural. She looked at her daughter, hesitated to speak, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes gradually disappeared. Finally, she sighed and said, "Actually, I'm worried... Yan Yan, Mom will be straightforward with you. In a situation like Xiao Lu's, you must make sure to understand her past marital status, ensure that she has no contact with her ex-husband and that he won't come back to interfere at any time, and also that her orientation won't be wavering."

"This is what worries me the most. After all, she has a child with her ex-husband, and the child is the best excuse. What if one day she wants to remarry or the child wants her father? She could make a clean break. What would you do then?"

"If only these issues didn't exist..."

She frowned and sighed again. "I really like little Niu Niu, but I have to consider these things. Your father says I'm overthinking, but I can't be bothered with him. He's just completely obsessed with bringing Xiao Lu over, blinded by his desires."

As parents, they always have a stronger bias towards their own child. The couple worked hard and started from scratch when they were young. They only have this one precious daughter. Emotionally, they naturally don't want their daughter to be at a disadvantage. However, rationally, all the future assets will belong to their daughter. If she were to be deceived and foolishly throw it into a bottomless pit, all the hard work of their half-lifetime would be in vain.

Qi Yan stiffened.

Every word was like a sharp arrow, piercing her heart. Then it tore open a crack in her heart, and the pain seeped out, spreading intricately.

She had thought that by bringing Lu Zhiqiao back home, her parents would naturally treat her as their second daughter. But she was naive. Parents would always love their own child more. As a daughter, she should have been happy, but instead, she felt an endless heartache.

Qiao Qiao had no parents, and she wanted to let her feel the warmth of a family. She wanted to make up for what was lost in the past...

Her mother's thoughts were not wrong.

She was just feeling disappointed and heartbroken. Her nose felt a bit sour, and her eyes were watery.

Suddenly, she realized that when she was feeling wronged, she could talk to her parents about it, but Lu Zhiqiao had nowhere to share her grievances. That's why she had to love her more, be her harbor, and protect her from being wronged.

"Mom..."

"Yes?"

"There are some things that I can't currently tell you on my own accord, but I can assure you that the concerns you mentioned don't exist," Qi Yan said earnestly, looking at her mother with determination.

It was rare to see such a serious and resolute expression on her daughter's face. Ms. Lin, with her lips pressed together, was momentarily speechless. After a while, a subtle smile appeared at the corners of her eyes. "Has she come out? If it's convenient, we'd like to meet her parents another day."

"Her parents have passed away."

"..."

The two sparrows that landed on the eaves fluttered their wings and flew away again, one after the other, their destination unknown.

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After the Mid-Autumn Festival, there was only one more week until the National Day holiday, and Qi Yan suddenly became busy again.

She accompanied her company's team to Xinjiang for an outdoor shoot and stayed there for five days and four nights. When she returned to the company, she ran into Jiang Yu. She had a radiant and joyful appearance, as if she was in high spirits. Qi Yan didn't ask too much, she just nodded as a greeting.

"Keep a copy of the raw footage with you."

"Sure."

"Next Tuesday, I'm available. Come over then."

"Alright."

After finishing the work arrangements, Qi Yan carried her camera and headed towards the elevator. As she passed by Jiang Yu's office, she noticed the door was slightly ajar, and she could hear soft whispers and intermittent conversation from inside.

"What time will you go back to school?"

"Around six o'clock."

"Wait, it's too early. Have dinner with me before you go, and I'll give you a ride."

"Um, okay."

"Good, be a good girl and don't move."

"Sister... don't kiss me there, my roommates might see..."

Qi Yan's footsteps paused for a moment, but she didn't stop. She turned left and walked straight to the corridor to wait for the elevator.

It was during the evening rush hour, and the roads were congested. It took her half an hour to finally arrive home.

As the saying goes, short goodbyes are better than being newly married. After not seeing her wife and daughter for a whole five days, Qi Yan's heart was filled with anticipation. As soon as she opened the door, she couldn't wait to shout, "I'm back!"

It was still bright outside, with ample light streaming into the room. The house was quiet, as if no one was there.

Her wife and daughter's shoes were on the rug.

"Qiao Qiao?"

"Niu Niu?"

The door to the second bedroom opened, and Lu Wei poked her head out, cautiously looking towards the entrance before quickly rushing over and hugging her. "Little Mom... You're finally back."

"Yes, I've missed you both so much." Qi Yan smiled, one arm embracing her daughter while the other hand carried the suitcase to the side. She closed the door and changed her shoes. "Where's Mom? I saw her shoes, is she home?"

"She's in her room." Lu Wei whispered, lowering her eyelids and pouting, with an awkward and stubborn expression on her face.

Qi Yan was taken aback. "What's wrong?"

Lu Wei pursed her lips, burying her head even lower, and her eyes gradually turned red as tears welled up and rolled down her cheeks.

"Hey, don't cry, don't cry..." Qi Yan panicked, hastily hugging her and sitting down on the sofa, grabbing a tissue to wipe her tears. "What happened? Tell Little Mom."

The young girl dove into her embrace.

"When I came back from school just now, Mom said she wanted to help me clean my school bag. So I took out all the books, gave her the bag, and then she found a small note that someone had stuffed inside my bag..."

"And then?"

"She thought I was dating someone and started questioning me, but I didn't know anything about it either. She even thought I was lying and didn't believe me at all! We ended up having a fight! Little Mom, I don't want to talk to her anymore..."

Lu Wei sniffled, speaking between sobs, and as she talked, she shot a resentful glance towards the master bedroom and let out a frustrated huff.

With both hands hooked around Qi Yan's neck, she leaned against her, seeking comfort and pouring out her grievances.

Qi Yan gazed at the master bedroom, blinked her eyes, and for a moment, her mind felt a bit blank.

Her wife and daughter quarreled.

Should she comfort the small one first or the big one?

Author's Note:

Yan Yan: I'm in a difficult position.