There Are Always Teachers Who Want To Ask Out Parents

Chapter 67: Birthday

Breathing close at hand, Qi Yan felt something soft touch her face, and then the person in her arms moved, hugged her tightly, and never answered. The hot air slowly puffed on the side of her neck, tickling, she lost her mind to ask questions for a moment.

The quilt was stuffy, and it was dark. It was inevitable for the two of them to be close together. Qi Yan pinched Lu Zhiqiao's earlobe, arched her lips, and kissed her tear mole according to her memory.

Lu Zhiqiao's body froze, and a muffled hum came from her throat, which was unknowingly provocative.

"Qiao Qiao." Qi Yan's voice was hoarse, "I think—"

After working hard for more than half a year, relying on small toys and movies to survive, she couldn't help but be teased by Lu Zhiqiao, but this person was oblivious, as if she was sure that she would not dare to touch her. She wanted to do whatever she wanted. At this moment, the atmosphere is strong and the emotions are just right. If she doesn't do it with Lu Zhiqiao, she'll write her name backwards*"

*she'll be damned, it's like she's betting on her name (and ancestors) and if what she says doesn't happen she isn't Qi Yan anymore

Lu Zhiqiao didn't move or make a sound.

Thinking that this was tacit consent, Qi Yan gained a lot of courage, and the hand that was bitten, suddenly twitched. Unexpectedly, she was caught right after she touched her hair.

"Sleep." Lu Zhiqiao muttered and took her hand away.

Qi Yan was holding back her fire, but she was hit in the head. Still she didn't give up, coaxing: "Qiao Qiao~ I'm very gentle."

"We'll be very quiet~"

"It'll be quick~"

No matter how much she coaxed her, Lu Zhiqiao just remained unmoved and held her hand tightly.

In terms of power gap, Qi Yan is far stronger than Lu Zhiqiao. If she really wants to use force, this fragrant and soft awkward little woman is no match for her. But at this point, Lu Zhiqiao is still unwilling, and she will not insist.

If it's not consensual xx, it's boring.

Her name is destined to be written backwards.

Qi Yan's fire gradually subsided, she relaxed, and said softly, "Okay, let's go to sleep."

After finishing speaking, she propped up half of her body, and wanted to go back, but before the quilt was lifted, Lu Zhiqiao wrapped her up and hugged her again, forcing her to fall down, but she didn't speak, just hugged her.

"Qiao Qiao—"

She's killing her!

"Niu Niu will find out tomorrow."

Lu Zhiqiao didn't move, she arched her head into the woman's hair.

Qi Yan felt helpless and funny, and her heart was sweet and greasy. There's nothing she can do, but comply.

She also wanted to sleep under the same quilt with Qiao Qiao, but this is a three-person room, each with a single bed, and it is impossible for the two of them to squeeze into one bed. If Niu Niu woke up tomorrow morning and saw them, she wouldn't know how to explain.

In the second half of the night, sleepiness swept over.

A cool breeze blew in from the window, dispelling the heat in the room. Qi Yan drooped her eyelids, half dreaming and half awake, the person in her arms moved and she woke up for a moment, heard Lu Zhiqiao's even and gentle breathing, quietly pushed the person away, and slipped back to her bed.

….

The next day, all three of them slept until the sun was up.

Originally, Qi Yan planned to go to Wenhua Town to see other scenic spots, but there are still lingering fears from yesterday's close call, which made them lost all intention to play, so they just took Niu Niu to buy some special food, and checked out early to return to Jiangcheng.

Lu Zhiqiao later thought that Qi Yan might be injured. Although she was fine yesterday, she was worried and insisted on taking her to the hospital. The two sent their daughter home first, and then went to the hospital for an examination together.

There was no internal injury during the examination, but Qi Yan's butt hurts, and when she took a shower yesterday, she looked in the mirror and saw bruises, but she didn't have the nerve to say so.

"My butt is strong and resistant to falls, and the pit is full of dirt, so I'll be fine in two days after applying some medicine." Sitting in the car, Qi Yan rushed over and hugged Lu Zhiqiao, kissing her tear mole.

Lu Zhiqiao subconsciously said, "I'll apply it for you."

"Mm?"

"..."

"Are you sure?" Qi Yan raised her eyebrows.

Lu Zhiqiao paused, seeing the ambiguous smile in her eyes, suddenly realized, blushing: "No...no, you can apply it yourself."

"No take backs, you already said it.."

"Don't make trouble."

"Then give me a kiss." Qi Yan pursed her lips and closed her eyes.

Lu Zhiqiao stared at her full lips, her throat moved, she closed her eyes and slowly approached her, pecked her lightly, then quickly backed away, and turned her eyes to the window.

Qi Yan knew to take the good with the bad, and did not make a fuss, bent over to fasten her seat belt and drove home.

At the gate of the complex, Lu Zhiqiao wanted to pick up a package, and Qi Yan wanted to wait for her to go up with her, but was strongly refused, so she had no choice but to go to the basement alone. On the ninth floor, her cell phone rang. It was Assistant Feng's call.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Miss Qi, are you free next Saturday?" A woman's polite voice came from the other line.

Qi Yan paused, opened the door and entered the room, and subconsciously replied that she was free.

After closing the door, she suddenly thought that next Saturday is the 7th; her birthday.

Assistant Feng said that the company is preparing for the new season of fashion magazines. Considering that her personal time is not easy to arrange, most of the planning has been completed first. She only needs to hold an online meeting with the later staff to finalize the final content and style, and then go over on Saturday to start the shooting directly.

The online meeting time is easy to arrange, but on the 7th...

Qi Yan hesitated.

When she was a child, on the morning of her birthday, her parents would cook longevity noodles* for her and give her a hidden gift. Every year was a surprise. For the rest of the time, she can invite friends out to play at will, and those who can be there will help her celebrate, and those who can't be there will send gifts early.

*long, thin Asian wheat flour noodles cooked in a broth seasoned with vegetables, sesame oil and soy sauce, symbolize long life, good luck and prosperity and can always be found on the banquet table at Chinese celebrations, esp. birthdays and Lunar new year.

Before working, she likes to have a lively birthday party, but after she got employed, she just wants to be quiet.

She doesn't want to make a fuss this year, and besides, Lu Zhiqiao doesn't know her birthday, and she doesn't intend to tell her. She has been busy enough recently, so she doesn't have to be distracted by her birthday.  Birthdays can be celebrated every year, it won't hurt not to celebrate this year.

She can just go back to her parents' house for noodles in the morning, accompany Ms. Lin, go to the photoshoot in the afternoon, and go home to have dinner with Qiao Qiao and her daughter in the evening.

Perfect plan.

Qi Yan thought for a moment and gave Assistant Feng a reply.

On the evening of the 6th, Qi Yan accompanied the mother and daughter after dinner, honestly confessed to Lu Zhiqiao about her appointment tomorrow, and promised to come back before dinner. She thought that Lu Zhiqiao would be very concerned, but the woman didn't even frown, smiled and let her go to work without worry.

That night, Qi Yan planned to go back to her parents' house, and had already driven to the door, but found that only the servants were there. After asking, she found out that her dear parents were still away on vacation.

It turns out they forgot their daughter's birthday tomorrow.

She went home.

The next morning, Qi Yan cooked a bowl of noodles for herself, took a photo and sent it to Ms. Lin:

[Mom, don't you think you forgot something?]

With a time difference of twelve hours, Ms. Lin replied in seconds.

[Oh!]

[Happy birthday my baby!  One step closer to turning thirty!]

Then a voice message came: "Yan Yan, what gift do you want? We will go back in two days and bring it to you."

"No, no, I don't need anything, you and my dad can have a good time." Qi Yan replied with the corner of her mouth curled up.

The older she gets, the less she likes birthdays. Recently, she has received many gifts from friends one after another. If these gifts hadn't reminded her that she was about to turn twenty-eight, she wouldn't even remember that she had a birthday.

She doesn't lack everything, on the contrary, what she lacks the most, what she wants the most, cannot be obtained on this special day.

In this way, today is just an ordinary day.

Qi Yan chatted with Ms. Lin for a while, but was interrupted by her old father in the middle. After breakfast, she stayed at home until ten o'clock. She changed into the newly bought clothes, put on delicate and elegant makeup, and went out to meet her friends.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, she arrived at Siena Model on time.

The models had already changed their clothes and put on their makeup, and all the members of the team were already in place, waiting for Qi Yan. Holding the camera, she walked into the studio with leisurely steps, glanced around, and stopped when she saw Jiang Yu sitting in the corner.

Their eyes met, and Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow at her.

"..."

Jiang Yu wore all black today, a pair of suspender jumpsuit wide-leg pants, a palm-wide thick buckle belt around her waist, and a pair of open-toed stiletto on her feet. Sitting there, she had a bony face with stern features, slightly raised eyes, and a sharp sense of indifference. Even in the corner, she was very eye-catching, like the focus of the audience.

Qi Yan nodded calmly, didn't linger too much on her, and went straight to the models.

"You guys follow me in turn, to the backstage." After speaking, she pushed the door open on the side of the studio and entered.

She has a quirk when taking pictures of people. Before starting to shoot, she must fully communicate with the model. The duration is uncertain, but this process is indispensable. Today was originally a rest day, and the team specially adjusted their itinerary in order to wait for her, hoping to be straightforward and not procrastinate, so her behavior caused an uproar.

To shoot one person, one needs to talk for at least twenty minutes, and there are eight people in total, so they can't afford to waste time like this.

"Where are you from?"

"City K."

"Do you have any hobbies?"

"Let me think about it..."

The third model.

Qi Yan sat on the chair in front of the dressing table with her legs crossed, her expression was calm, and her brown eyes were silent. Contrary to Jiang Yu, she was dressed in white today, but it was also in the style of suspenders, aloof and cold, giving people the feeling that she was not easy to get close to.

The models are all professionally trained, they speak gracefully, confidently and calmly, and communicate smoothly.

She didn't know that there was a commotion outside at the moment.

Some people said that she deliberately delays time, some say that she is arrogant, and some whispered why Jiang Yu wanted to find such a "capricious" photographer, who doesn't know how to cooperate, let alone expect her to lead the team in the future.

No matter what others said, Jiang Yu would not be moved. She sat quietly in the corner, playing with a ruby ​​ring in her hand, her eyes were cold.

When the fifth model went in, she didn't come out for a long time.

Jiang Yu finally stood up, walked towards the door under everyone's gaze, raised her hand to knock, pushed the door open and entered.

The model inside, who was about to come out, saw Jiang Yu, smiled and nodded at her, and went out. Jiang Yu closed the door, looked at Qi Yan who was crossing legs, and curled the corner of her mouth: "Does this really need to take that long?"

She had a bright smile, with a less aggressive aura and more charm.

"Why? Is someone impatient?" Qi Yan stretched out five fingers and looked at her hand carefully. All nails are neatly manicured.

"Mm."

"That can't be helped, this is how I am. You know my style."

"Of course." Jiang Yu went around behind her, leaning on the back of the chair with both hands, and suddenly leaned over to her ear, exhaling like an orchid, "I know all your habits."

Qi Yan's body froze, her expression changed, she immediately got up and stepped back three steps, looking at Jiang Yu coldly.

Her gaze fell on Jiang Yu's hand inadvertently, and seeing a ruby ​​ring on her ring finger, her eyes darkened, and she turned her face away: "Jiang Yu, please keep at least two steps away from me in the future, it is not necessary for us to communicate."

"Oh?"

"Contracts don't hold me back."

"..."

Jiang Yu lowered her eyes, a sense of loss flashed in her eyes, and she didn't speak.

The sixth model knocked on the door.

She raised her eyes, still smiling at Qi Yan, but her smile was a little more cautious, and she said in a negotiating tone: "Try to hurry up, everyone's time is precious."

"I will."

Qi Yan prefers the soft approach. Although her face is expressionless at the moment and her eyes are cold, she has already softened her attitude.

Each should take a step back and stop.

Today, she wants to impress everyone and leave her own style and characteristics. As for everyone's complaints and grievances, she has absolute confidence and can speak with her skills and works to convince everyone. And hold back the complaints and grievances.

Jiang Yu took a deep look at her, opened the door and went out without saying anything.

….

Because Qi Yan spent too much time communicating with the model, the progress was a bit delayed, and it was already half past six after all the shooting. It was getting dark outside, and the stomachs of the people inside were growling.

Qi Yan promised Lu Zhiqiao to go back before dinner, it was already a bit late, so she was in a hurry. She handed over the finished film to the post-production division, as well as the selection process, which can also be completed online. Now it has nothing to do with her, so she can go home.

But Jiang Yu wanted to keep her.

It was so late today, and she planned to invite everyone in the team to dinner. How could Qi Yan be missing? But seeing Qi Yan's impatient look, she understood that she couldn't keep a person by offering a meal.

As soon as she left the studio, Jiang Yu whispered a few words to her assistant, and got up to chase her.

"Qi Yan!"

The high heels step on hurriedly but they are very stable.

Qi Yan, who had almost entered the elevator, paused, turned around, and saw Jiang Yu stopped two steps away from her, smiling at her: "Is it convenient to choose pictures now? Wang Ye has too many pictures in his hand. Pick some out, and I will take them back to the headquarters next week, and I may not have time for half a month."

The meaning is obvious, asking her to "work overtime".

Qi Yan frowned, before she could speak, Jiang Yu spoke again.

"If it's inconvenient for you, it's okay. If it doesn't work, I can ask other photographers to help you choose. It's just that it will be different from your expected effect, and they may even change your original shots and retake it. After all, every photographer 's perspective is different..."

Jiang Yu is beautiful when she smiles from the bottom of her heart, she abandons her coldness and sternness, and turns amiable and kind.

She knows Qi Yan too well, and knows that Qi Yan's filming should be done in one go, and she doesn't like others to touch her output. Inviting other photographers to participate is tantamount to directly telling Qi Yan that her things have been altered and no longer belong to her.

With this person's temperament, how can she allow that?

Sure enough.

Qi Yan pursed her lips, and rested her hand on the camera.

….

The night was silent, and thousands of lights in the complex were lit.

The living room in 902 is bright, the ceiling is covered with meteor bead curtains, the background wall of the TV is covered by a thin veil, and the gold inflatable balloons in english font "happy birthday" is embedded on it, and the corners of the wall are filled with pink and purple balloons, warm and bright lights, intertwined with flowing piano notes.

There is a big three-tiered cake on the tea table, with two number candles on the top, one "28" and one "13".

They are waiting to be ignited.

Today is her daughter's birthday, and it's also Qi Yan's birthday. Lu Zhiqiao prepared gifts a few days in advance, ordered a cake, and wanted to surprise Qi Yan.

That person thought she didn't know?

She prepared two gifts for Qi Yan, one was the earphone that she wanted to change, and the other was herself.

The earphones were wrapped in an exquisite gift box and placed next to the cake, and she washed herself thoroughly and put on the seductive lingerie that she had finally made up her mind to buy, with only a long nightgown on top.

Tonight will be an unforgettable night.

"Mom, I want to eat cake~" Lu Wei stared at the cake, her eyes glistened, and her saliva almost flowed out.

Lu Zhiqiao touched her daughter's hair with a smile, and said softly, "Wait a minute, Teacher Qi will be back soon."

Half an hour ago, Qi Yan sent her a message saying that they were busy there and would not come back for dinner, so they could eat by themselves.

Although she was disappointed, dinner was not the most important thing tonight. No matter how late it was, Qi Yan always had to go home. She just waited in the room, and turned off the lights when she heard the sound of the elevator door opening.

"Well, all right."

The little girl swallowed, and sat on the sofa with the doll in her arms.

In the dim light, Lu Zhiqiao had long hair hanging down her shoulders, and her paper-white calves were exposed under the loose nightgown. Her eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, and there was a smile at the corner of her mouth, showing a bit of gentleness and demureness.

Time passed by every minute and every second...

Seven thirty.

Eight o'clock.

"Is Teacher Qi not coming back?" Lu Wei stared at the cake with greed.

"How can that be?"

"Didn't she tell you what time she will come back?"

Lu Zhiqiao froze, met her daughter's surprised gaze, and shook her head.

The little girl said ah, and tilted her head wearing the paper crown: "She should have told you."

"Why?" Lu Zhiqiao was puzzled.

Recalling carefully, she didn't seem to have noticed these before, as long as Qi Yan reported to her, she would not care. Just for peace of mind.

Lu Wei spread her hands and asked: "Aren't you two in a relationship?"

Author's Note:

We are so anxious to death [spread hands.jpg]