There Are Always Teachers Who Want To Ask Out Parents

Chapter 101: In The Car

The little girl sobbed incessantly, clinging to Qi Yan's embrace, crying and murmuring words like "don't want to talk to Mom" and "only want Little Mom." Qi Yan felt helpless, but she had to comfort the child first and stabilize her emotions before addressing other matters.

"Stop crying, Niu Niu."

She caressed her daughter's head with one hand, patted her back with the other hand, and coaxed: "Mom doesn't believe you, it's her fault, Little Mom will tell her well, be good~"

That's right," the little girl said indignantly, "It's clearly her fault, being suspicious and blaming me. I didn't know anything at all."

When people are angry they can't understand reasoning. They only want comfort, to release the pent-up frustration and only then they can eventually calm down.

And she smiled and echoed, "Yes, it's really unfair to Niu Niu. She's been treated unjustly."

"Wu wu... Little Mom is better..."

Qi Yan just smiled without saying a word.

The little girl cried for a while, wiped away her tears, tilted her head against Qi Yan's chest, and stayed quiet for a moment. She closed her eyes and spoke as if talking to herself, "Little Mom, why do you think Mom doesn't believe me... She used to be on my side, but this time she went too far. I'm really disappointed in her…I'm telling you all this, but please don't tell Mom."

"Don't worry." Qi Yan couldn't help rubbing her head.

The child didn't stop her, maybe she was distracted and didn't notice.

"Actually, it's not that Mom doesn't believe you, but that she cares too much about you and loses her mind when she's anxious. I guess she's regretting it now."

Lu Wei pursed her lips and remained silent.

"Girl, do you have a boy you like?" Qi Yan asked tentatively.

The little girl suddenly raised her head and pouted, "You don't believe me either!"

"How could that be?" Qi Yan smiled with narrowed eyes and brushed away the strands of hair from her forehead. "Little Mom just wants to share a secret with you."

She hesitated, pursing her lips without saying a word, and her long eyelashes drooped. But then she realized that she didn't have any shameful secrets. Why hide and conceal? It was precisely because she was innocent and wrongly accused that she felt aggrieved, wasn't it?

A boy she likes?

In her class, there was no one she found attractive. She was very particular about appearances, and she only showed interest in good-looking people before considering if she "liked" them. The boys in her class were all average-looking, with a few mischievous ones she disliked, especially those who enjoyed playing pranks. She had no interest whatsoever.

However, there were handsome boys in other classes, but unfortunately, she didn't know them.

Every day she has to attend classes, do homework, solve numerous questions, and practice the piano when she gets home. She manages to find time to play games with her sister Yao Yao, but she's really busy.

During break time, occasionally she gathers with her close girl friends to discuss popular TV shows, trendy male celebrities, and fashionable clothing. The boys she likes are all celebrities, but they are beyond her reach.

"Do celebrities count?" she asked, raising her head.

"Of course not."

"Then, there's none," Lu Wei shook her head. "I like good-looking guys, but the boys in our class are just average, and they always like to play pranks. They make me angry."

Qi Yan recalled her time as a class teacher, thinking about the appearance of those children. For a moment, she felt a tinge of regret that she couldn't see them through to graduation. However, the thought quickly passed, and she ruffled her daughter's head with a suppressed smile. "Well... in the past, someone used to slip little notes into my backpack. Guess what I did?"

"Mm?"

"I took it back and read it to my parents, laughed at their poor writing, and then threw it away." She shrugged.

Lu Wei was stunned: "Won't Grandpa and Grandma scold you?"

Qi Yan pursed her lips and smiled, shook her head, her voice became more gentle: "Baby, Mom did something wrong today. She didn't communicate with you well, which made you feel aggrieved. But you have to believe, Mom loves you very much, she is more afraid of you being hurt than anyone else, so she reacts more violently, after all, she only has you as a baby."

"She loves me but she doesn't believe me?" Lu Wei rolled her eyes and pouted.

"She believes in you in her heart, but she refuses to say it, ah, she's two-faced."

"..."

After calming down, some reasoning could be absorbed. Lu Wei lowered her head and didn't say anything. It was unclear what was going through her little mind.

Qi Yan believed in her daughter, but what worried her more was that if a crisis of trust arose between them, her daughter might not confide in them about any future issues at school. The potential consequences of that could be even worse.

Improper handling of issues is like pushing the child away.

"If there's anything in the future that you can't tell Mom, you can tell me first. Also, give Mom some confidence, she will change those little flaws." Qi Yan stroked her daughter's hair as she spoke.

Lu Wei lifted her head, and in her clear black eyes, she saw Qi Yan's gentle smiling face. Her lips slowly curved into a smile, and then she hugged Qi Yan and gave her a kiss. "Little Mom is the best~"

The two of them sat on the sofa for a while, chatting. The child's emotions come and go quickly, and her attention was diverted, so she no longer felt aggrieved and instead acted spoiled. Qi Yan occasionally glanced towards the master bedroom, with a slight frown on her forehead, expressing a worried expression in her eyes.

Her daughter mentioned that she hadn't finished her homework and got up to return to her room.

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The clock on the wall pointed to six o'clock.

Qi Yan took a deep breath and walked slowly to the door of the master bedroom. She knocked on the door, grasped the handle, and gently pushed it open...

The room was dim, with thick curtains blocking out the light completely. Lu Zhiqiao was lying on the bed, facing away from the door, with her shoulders trembling slightly. A faint sob could be heard in the air.

"Wife~"

Qi Yan closed the door and walked over softly, saying, "I'm back."

The person's body stiffened slightly. They took a deep breath, wiped their face with their hand, and then sat up, pulling open the curtains to look outside but she still kept her back turned to her.

Qi Yan's footsteps paused, and her dark eyes became even more melancholic, blending into the dimness. She approached cautiously and silently embraced Lu Zhiqiao from behind. Her arms wrapped around her waist, tightening little by little until she enveloped her completely in her embrace.

She didn't speak, just held her silently like that.

The evening sun cast its last rays on the wall of the opposite building, creating a golden-red glow. Downstairs, there were rockeries and a small pond, where children who had finished school were playing. Not far away, the sports equipment was covered with sun-drenched quilts, and several tall trees stood around, with fallen leaves scattered on the ground.

It was a twilight of autumn, a sense of dusk.

"Niu Niu told me about it."

In the warmth of her embrace, with a lingering fragrance around her nose, Qi Yan pressed her face against Lu Zhiqiao's ear and gently rubbed it a few times before slowly moving her lips closer and planting a careful kiss.

Before she could delve deeper, Lu Zhiqiao moved and turned around, her eyes still slightly red. She hooked her arms around Qi Yan's neck and buried her face against her neck.

"Why did you just come back..." she said in a complaining tone.

"Miss me?"

"Nonsense."

"I miss you too," Qi Yan curved her lips, "I miss you so much."

Lu Zhiqiao didn't say anything, sinking into her warm and secure embrace, closing her eyes. Suddenly, a soft and gentle voice sounded in her ear, "Don't cry."

"Mm."

She responded with her mouth, but her body was still trembling.

Qi Yan's heart clenched, and she tilted her head to kiss Lu Zhiqiao's ear, soothing her for a while before softly saying, "At that age, I worry about her too. Our precious daughter."

The hands wrapped around her neck tightened suddenly, and the person in her arms nodded vigorously, emitting a faint gasping sound.

"But the more we worry, the easier it is to panic and lose control. In reality, it's not a very serious matter. Let's calm down and trust our child," Qi Yan said, patting Lu Zhiqiao's back.

"I've seen the notes myself..." Lu Zhiqiao gasped as she spoke with a nasal tone, "She still said she didn't know."

"Maybe Niu Niu really doesn't know? Pranks between classmates can be quite annoying."

Lu Zhiqiao froze, her breath held for a few seconds.

Feeling those marshmallow-like babies, Qi Yan instinctively straightened her back, pressing closer to them. She spoke in a storytelling tone, "When I was studying, I would receive little notes every few days. Snacks would mysteriously appear in my drawer, and I didn't even have to guess which boys had sent them..."

"How many love letters did you receive?" Lu Zhiqiao suddenly interrupted in a sour tone.

"I don't know, too many to count." 

Another silence followed.

Qi Yan smiled and continued, "As for the love letters, I would take them home and read them to my parents. My dad would listen while looking somewhat disgusted, saying, 'I didn't use such corny phrases when I wrote love letters to your mom.' Then my mom would laugh happily, and our whole family would have a good laugh. After reading them, I would just throw them away. As for the snacks, I would share them with other classmates, and everyone thought I was generous."

"After those few boys saw that I didn't react much to the love letters and snacks they sent, they gradually lost interest and stopped sending them. Then, in high school, it was like a repeat of the same scenario. I don't even know how many I threw away every day. Ah, being a Bai Fu Mei* was quite helpless, you know."

*fair, rich and beautiful 

"It seems like you had a lot of people chasing after you," Lu Zhiqiao's words carried a more sour tone.

"That's right, I was quite popular when I was young." Qi Yan pressed closely against the two babies inadvertently shifting and gently rubbing against them.

Lu Zhiqiao furrowed her brows, lifted her head, and pulled away from Qi Yan's embrace. "Have you ever been tempted?"

Her eyes were tinged with a faint pink, still teary, and her eyelashes were damp and dark, accentuating the tear mole that made her look even more pitiful.

When she noticed the absence of the two babies, Qi Yan paused for a moment and glanced in that direction. "Silly, how could I have feelings for boys?" She then cupped Lu Zhiqiao's face and kissed her. "Even if there were many people pursuing me, I'm still take home by Ms. Lu, right?"

"..."

The topic shifted from the little notes in their daughter's school bag to jealousy, and Lu Zhiqiao quickly caught on. Her cheeks slightly flushed, and she pinched Qi Yan.

Then she started laughing herself.

Seeing the smile in her eyes, Qi Yan breathed a sigh of relief and tightly held her hands, coaxing, "Don't be angry anymore. Since the girl said she didn't know, let's trust our child. Don't hurt her feelings over such a small matter. If she stops confiding in us about anything in the future, that's when we should really be worried."

"Or, if you're unsure how to handle such situations, leave it to me. With me by your side, you can rest assured."

Lu Zhiqiao's lips gradually straightened, and she remained silent for a moment. She gazed at their tightly held hands and nodded gently.

She didn't want to argue with her daughter. It was just in that moment when she saw the little note that her anxiety and irritability overwhelmed her, causing her to lose control of her emotions. She regretted the argument, but couldn't bring herself to apologize to her child. Although she tried her best to restrain herself and told herself not to be too anxious about matters related to their daughter, that one nerve in her brain still overreacted.

Perhaps it was because Qi Yan had been away these past few days.

Longing sometimes surged like tides, unstoppable, and sometimes burned like fire, scorching her body and heart. Voice messages and video calls couldn't replace the presence of being together. With Qi Yan not around, her heart was in turmoil, floating and drifting, not knowing where it had flown off to.

Now that Qi Yan was back, her heart flew back along with her, settling securely in its original place.

A hand gently caressed her cheek, delicately wiping away the traces of tears, and paused at the tear mole, giving it a gentle press.

Lu Zhiqiao lifted her head, capturing that hand and placing a kiss on it.

In the next moment, she fell into a comforting embrace.

Qi Yan rubbed her face and pulled her closer, tilting her head to nuzzle the side of her face and gently sniffing. Her lips accidentally brushed against her earlobe, and then there was no more movement, only the warmth of her breath enveloping her, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

"Still so sensitive." 

"..."

Her foot was lightly stepped on.

"How many times tonight?" Qi Yan finally nibbled on her earlobe.

Lu Zhiqiao instantly lost her strength and slumped down, flowing like water in Qi Yan's hands, filled with shyness. She whispered softly, "As many times as you want."

After speaking, she was engulfed in passion.

As a mother who said one thing but meant another, Lu Zhiqiao's way of showing vulnerability was to proactively engage in conversation.

She still couldn't bring herself to apologize, but she knew she had overreacted. So she took the initiative to talk to her daughter about trivial matters. Lu Wei had already let go of her anger and was comforted by Qi Yan, so she followed suit, and with time, the mother-daughter relationship returned to its original state.

On the eve of National Day*, Lu Zhiqiao and Qi Yan took their daughter to attend a concert.

*founding anniversary of People's Republic of China, Oct. 1, 1949

Before they met Qi Yan, Lu Zhiqiao and her daughter used to attend two concerts every year. It wasn't about deliberately pursuing any so-called "classiness," but rather because her daughter was learning the piano and had a need for it. Listening to performances by renowned musicians was beneficial for her learning.

The concert took place at the Jiangcheng Music Hall.

It was a tour by the internationally acclaimed pianist Shi Jinzhi, accompanied by the top-tier Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra. As a result, the tickets were highly sought after and sold out five months in advance. At that time, the two of them didn't know they would be separated, and now, the thought couldn't help but evoke a sigh. If they hadn't reunited, there wouldn't be a family outing tonight.

At 7:30, the audience gradually entered the venue. Lu Zhiqiao had purchased seats in the front row, offering an excellent view of the entire stage.

The three of them sat side by side, with Qi Yan in the middle.

In truth, Qi Yan wasn't particularly fond of attending music concerts. She didn't understand the piano and found the atmosphere to be relatively solemn, which made her feel bored. Tonight, she was solely here to accompany her wife and daughter.

Don't fall asleep.

Qi Yan said to herself.

However, as soon as the pianist appeared on stage, her gaze was instantly captivated, and she stared blankly at the stage.

With long flowing hair, a fiery red dress with a high slit, and a large hollow design at the back, she looked extremely seductive.

The applause in the entire hall was enthusiastic.

Qi Yan had no idea how long the concert lasted or how many pieces were performed. Her eyes were fixed on the beautiful pianist on stage.

Due to their front-row seats, the slit in the dress hung down, revealing her slender legs. Whenever she pressed the pedals with her sky-high heels, they would sway right in front of Qi Yan's eyes…

She didn't even notice Lu Zhiqiao's dark eyes beside her.

….

After coming out of the concert hall, Lu Zhiqiao had a dim face, her thin lips tightly pursed, and she remained silent.

The car raced through the night, and Qi Yan seemed to sense that something was off with her expression. She couldn't quite figure it out but didn't want to ask since their daughter was in the car. She thought to discuss it later.

As they entered the underground parking lot and parked the car, Qi Yan turned off the engine. Just as she was about to open the door and get out, she heard Lu Zhiqiao's cold voice beside her saying, "Niu Niu, go up first."

"Huh?"

"I have something to say to your Little Mom"

Lu Wei blinked her eyes and glanced back and forth at the faces of the mothers, feeling puzzled. Without asking further, she obediently got out of the car with the keys in her hand and headed towards the staircase.

Qi Yan leaned her hand on the door and turned her head. The words that were about to come out of her mouth were swallowed back when she saw Lu Zhiqiao's expression was dark as the bottom of the pot. She opened her mouth, "Qiao?"

"Sit in the back," Lu Zhiqiao said in a calm voice, getting out of the car and opening the rear door.

Qi Yan's heart tightened, her throat sliding as she followed suit and got out of the car, sliding into the back seat.

—thud.

Both car doors closed.

In the narrow and cramped space, the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Just as Qi Yan settled into her seat, a force pressed against her, pinning her against the car door. Two little babies were positioned perfectly against hands, and an intoxicating scent filled the air.

A low voice came above her head, "Is the pianist beautiful?"

"..."

"Um?"

"Not beautiful!" Qi Yan looked into Lu Zhiqiao's melancholic eyes and suddenly realized. She was quick to react and added, "She's far inferior to you." As soon as the words left her lips, warm lips sealed against hers.