There Are Always Teachers Who Want To Ask Out Parents

Chapter 109: Yan Yan x Qiao Qiao: I Want To Eat Marshmallows

One year after marriage, the new house was fully decorated, and the mother and daughter moved in. Coincidentally, the daughter was admitted to Jiangcheng No. 2 High School, bringing double joy of moving and advancing in education. The three of them lived happily together.

Time passed quickly, and without realizing it, they celebrated two birthdays. In the blink of an eye, it was September, and their daughter entered her senior year of high school.

The crabapple flowers in the yard had fallen, with pink and red petals scattered all over the ground. With an autumn rain, the weather gradually turned cooler.

Early in the morning, Lu Zhiqiao had to go on a business trip, and Qi Yan drove her to the airport.

As they walked into the yard, Qi Yan opened the trunk and suddenly remembered something. She loosened her grip on the handle of the suitcase and turned to Lu Zhiqiao. "Did you bring the humidifier?"

"...I forgot."

"I'll get it."

Qi Yan turned and ran back into the house. In a short while, she came out holding a small box. With three or four steps, she gracefully placed it into the suitcase and stuffed everything in.

They were a bit pressed for time. Lu Zhiqiao had originally gotten up early and should have been on the road by now, but she had been going on business trips frequently lately, and Qi Yan couldn't bear to part with her. The two of them woke up and cuddled in bed for a while, delaying her for a moment.

"It’s dry over there. Before sleeping at night, open it for a while..." Qi Yan rambled on, lifting the suitcase and placing it in the back.

She was wearing pajamas, her hair disheveled. She had changed into soft-soled shoes for driving and chattered like a young wife. Every time Lu Zhiqiao went on a business trip, she had to stay alone in the empty house, sometimes for a day or two, and sometimes for three to five days. It was very difficult to endure, so every parting was particularly reluctant, and their reunion surpassed the honeymoon phase.

She had thought about asking Lu Zhiqiao to resign and she would support her, but despite turning the idea over in her mind countless times, she never dared to speak up.

Lu Zhiqiao pursed her lips and smiled, wrapping her arm around her like a little bird. "I understand."

The two of them got into the car and headed towards the airport.

A forty-minute journey later, the car stopped in front of the terminal building. There was still an hour before the flight took off. Qi Yan unfastened her seat belt and pounced on the passenger seat, her soft body falling into Lu Zhiqiao's arms. Her arms hooked around her neck, wanting to seize every second to snatch some intimate time.

"Yan Yan..." Lu Zhiqiao held her shoulders, unable to laugh or cry. "I really have to go."

"Kiss me before you go."

Qi Yan looked up at her, a hint of mischief curving at the corner of her eyes. She smiled mischievously, like a rascal.

She applied light makeup, with delicate eyebrows and full, luscious red lips. There was a coolness and clarity in her eyes, and time had not left any noticeable marks on her face. On the contrary, it added a touch of maturity and charm, like a ripe fruit waiting to be plucked.

Since their marriage, the honeymoon phase had passed, and their life had become more ordinary. However, they did not feel bored with each other. They grew more alike and synchronized, with less impulsiveness than during the passionate phase and more patience.

In the three years together, they had occasional arguments, but they always made up within twenty-four hours. They compromised with each other, willingly showed their vulnerability, and most of the time, their ordinary days were like honeyed sweetness, even in the smallest, unintentional moments.

"I put on lipstick," Lu Zhiqiao smiled and pinched her cheek. "I might leave a mark on your face later."

"Leave more marks."

This person twisted and turned like a soft bone snake, rubbing against Lu Zhiqiao's chest, making her heart itch. She was not annoyed at all; instead, a trace of indulgence appeared in her eyes. She lowered her head and gently kissed those lips.

Qi Yan's lips were slightly dry, stained with a deep red, like cracked skin oozing blood vessels, incredibly charming and tempting.

Lu Zhiqiao was momentarily stunned, her heart stirring slightly. Unable to resist, she kissed Qi Yan's face once again.

A lipstick mark.

"Wait for elder sister to come back," she whispered softly in her ear as she leaned against her.

The atmosphere was filled with warmth, and Qi Yan trembled slightly. She nodded reluctantly, letting go of her hand and getting out of the car to help with the luggage.

Under the clear sky, with high clouds and a slightly cool autumn breeze, fallen leaves covered the ground.

On the second day after Lu Zhiqiao's departure, Qi Yan missed her intensely. She sent a message on WeChat, eagerly awaiting a reply, but also worried about affecting her lover's work. She tried to restrain herself, but it was still very difficult.

Their daughter was busy with her studies. Every day, she attended classes, did homework, and reviewed her lessons. She didn't even have time to practice the piano, let alone chat with her.

Fortunately, Qi Yan had her own things to do, so she didn't have time to be idle and fall into trouble.

On a weekend morning, the mother and daughter sat at the table, eating porridge. Lu Wei held a small booklet of words in her left hand, her eyes fixed on it, while mechanically scooping the porridge into her mouth with her right hand, as if under a spell.

"Baby," Qi Yan raised her index finger and tapped the table. "When you're eating, focus on eating and don't get distracted."

As she spoke, she took the small booklet away and placed it beside her, then peeled a boiled egg.

Lu Wei was momentarily stunned, then turned her head to look at Qi Yan helplessly, pursing her lips. "Little Mom, I'm already eighteen, an adult. How many times do I have to tell you not to call me 'baby'?"

"You're not even a year old yet."

“Nominal age* counts

*The nominal age refers to the age calculated based on the traditional Chinese lunar calendar, where a person is considered one year old at birth and gains one additional year on the Chinese New Year. This means that even if a person is only a few months old according to the Gregorian calendar, their nominal age could already be one year old in the Chinese lunar calendar.

"It doesn’t count." Qi Yan raised an eyebrow and placed the peeled egg into her bowl. "Even if you're legally an adult at the age of 20, in my eyes, you're still a child."

"..."

Lu Wei hmphed softly, lowered her head, and used chopsticks to poke at the egg. It sank, causing the porridge to overflow.

The little girl who used to stick to her mother all the time has now grown into a young lady. She has blossomed into a graceful and beautiful figure, slightly taller than Lu Zhiqiao but shorter than Qi Yan. Finally, she is no longer the shortest in the family.

Since entering high school, her daughter's changes have become more apparent. She often finds her mother's words annoying, becoming more arrogant day by day. Although she still acts a bit childish, she has become more independent than when she was a child. She has her own opinions, and like most peers, she is full of dreams and aspirations for the future.

Qi Yan often feels gratified, experiencing a sense of "my little girl is grown up."

"Girl, let me tell you, while studying is important, you shouldn't prioritize it over your health. Your well-being should come first. Look at you, reading while eating, getting distracted. It can easily burden your stomach, and besides..."

"Little Mom, you're so naggy." Lu Wei couldn't help but interrupt her. "Why are you becoming more and more like Mom? Is it because she's not here, so you think about her and keep picking on me every day?"

"You, this child--"

"Tsk tsk tsk, that expression of yours, it's just like Mom."

"..."

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After finishing breakfast, Qi Yan accompanied her daughter to school.

Today was Saturday, with a full day of makeup classes, and tomorrow is Sunday, with a quiz in the morning and rest in the afternoon. It was equivalent to only half a day of rest each week, and Qi Yan felt tired for her daughter.

If they were a poor family with no other options, tirelessly crossing that narrow bridge would be understandable. However, their family is not poor. They had countless paths for their daughter to choose from, ensuring that she would never have to worry about her livelihood and could do whatever she wanted in life.

So, why tire herself out?

Upon returning home from school, Qi Yan received a delivery notification for the physical doll she had ordered.

The doll was custom-made to resemble Lu Zhiqiao, with the same height and a hefty price tag. The doll's height, face shape, facial features, and even the teardrop mole at the corner of the eye were almost identical. Once assembled, it looked as if Lu Zhiqiao was standing right in front of her.

After three years of marriage, Qi Yan always had trouble sleeping when Qiao Qiao wasn't by her side. After much consideration, she finally ordered this physical doll to accompany her during Qiao Qiao's business trips and provide her with comfort.

The doll's skin was made of medical-grade silicone, giving it a lifelike texture and warmth when touched. The hair, pupils, body proportions, and even the expressions that seemed hesitant yet welcoming on the face...

Qi Yan held the doll in her arms, her gaze hazy, and called out "sister." She leaned forward and kissed the teardrop mole with her soft lips, closing her eyes as if there was a real person before her.

Satisfied with the kiss, she carried the doll to the second-floor bedroom, dressed it in Qiao Qiao's old camisole nightgown, and sprayed a few spritzes of the "Goddess of the Hunt" perfume. The air instantly filled with a light and cool fragrance, hauntingly alluring.

"Wife~"

Qi Yan smiled coquettishly at the doll. As she continued to smile, her eyes suddenly reddened. "Can I take care of you? Please stop going on business trips all the time..."

After saying that, she shook her head and her voice choked.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said those words. You have the right to choose your career, and why should I bind you with my selfish desires."

"Isn't it said that after the honeymoon phase, two people wouldn't want to stick together all the time anymore? Am I a bit strange? But it's just that every night before I fall asleep, the last thing I see is your face, and every morning when I wake up, the first thing I see is your face…"

That night, Qi Yan placed the doll on the bed in the spot where Qiao Qiao slept, as if Qiao Qiao was really sleeping beside her. Though she tried her best to recreate the sensation, temperature, and scent, it couldn't be exactly the same as a real person. But for her, it was enough.

She turned off the lights, turned to the side, and embraced the doll, kissing its lips in the darkness. "Goodnight, wife."

….

The next morning, Lu Zhiqiao returned home earlier than expected. She didn't tell Qi Yan, wanting to surprise her. She guessed that Qi Yan might still be sleeping, so she prepared to wake her up with a kiss.

The house was quiet. There were no shoes on the doormat, indicating that their daughter had probably gone to school. There was unfinished breakfast on the table, already cold, and it seemed like their daughter had made it herself.

Lu Zhiqiao quietly went upstairs, gently pushing open the bedroom door, gradually widening the gap. Just as she was about to enter, she saw two small mounds on the bed and a tuft of black, slightly curled hair sticking out from the covers of her own sleeping spot. She was instantly stunned.

Two people?

Almost immediately, she thought of the possibility. Lu Zhiqiao's mind buzzed, and anger surged along with the burning rush of blood to her head, instantly consuming her rationality.

Yan Yan actually brought another woman home? When she was away on a business trip? And they slept in their bed? So brazen, so shameless, not considering her at all...

So when did it start? How could she not have noticed at all? They had only been married for three years...

Lu Zhiqiao's hand by her side clenched into a fist, her shoulders trembling slightly. Tears swirled in her eyes, but she quickly held them back. Her legs moved uncontrollably as she walked over, forcefully lifting the covers with a gust of wind, revealing the sight of the two people lying on the bed.

"Mm—"

Qi Yan, still in her sleep, felt the sudden coldness and shivered involuntarily. She drowsily opened her eyes and saw the face of the physical doll in front of her, thinking that her loved one was beside her, so she embraced it and gave it a kiss.

But when she touched it, the blanket was gone.

Her consciousness gradually awakened, and she propped herself up with her elbow, catching a glimpse of a figure standing by the bedside. As she turned her head, she saw Lu Zhiqiao staring at her with red eyes…

Qi Yan was stunned for two seconds, looking at Lu Zhiqiao and then turning her head to look at the doll beside her.

Huh?

Why were there two wives?

"Qi Yan, you've really done it. You brought someone home," Lu Zhiqiao said through gritted teeth, emphasizing each word.

"???"

Seeing the sorrowful and mocking expression in Lu Zhiqiao's eyes, Qi Yan suddenly snapped back to reality. She quickly picked up the physical doll and threw it on the floor, explaining, "Qiao Qiao, this isn't a person, it's a silicone doll..."

The doll landed on the carpet with a thud.

Lu Zhiqiao was taken aback, her gaze swept over the doll that she had mistaken for another woman. Seeing the face that looked exactly like her own, she paused for a moment and raised her eyes. "What's going on?"

"...I just missed you too much." Qi Yan looked at her with a sense of grievance, swallowing the words "you're always away on business" that were on the tip of her tongue. She spoke softly, "I can't sleep well without you by my side, so I had a doll made based on your photos."

The doll was dressed in Qi Yan's own pajamas. Lu Zhiqiao crouched down, carefully examining it, and reached out to touch it. If it weren't for the lack of breath, it would have been completely lifelike.

No wonder she misunderstood.

"What do you miss about me?" She didn't realize it immediately.

Understanding that the misunderstanding had been cleared, Qi Yan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, staring at her wife's expression and swallowing her saliva. "I miss eating marshmallows."

Author's Note: 

Yan Yan: Wife, please listen to my explanation…

Qiao Qiao: Go explain to your doll!

Please note that there is only one chapter of married life =3=