Don't Say You're Heartless (Modern Edition)

45 Letting Go

"Alright, don't be angry anymore." Shen Qiuhua wasn't upset, especially after understanding the character of her third aunt and cousin, which made her feel that anger was not worth it. At this moment, she gently comforted Yang Qiong, who was impossible to calm down.

"If I see that guy again, I'll tear him apart!" Yang Qiong roared. Shen Qiuhua patted her, and the two of them, playfully bickering, went home.

Back at the house, Mother Shen had not returned yet. Father Shen inquired about the situation, and Shen Qiuhua briefly described it, clearly expressing her disapproval. Yang Qiong and Father Shen chatted amiably, and Yang Qiong kept chatting with Father Shen endlessly. The more father Shen listened, the more his brows furrowed, and finally, he nodded. "Qiuhua is still young, so we're not in a hurry. Don't let yourself be wronged."

Shen Qiuhua nodded. She had only enjoyed familial affection for a little over a decade in her past life. Even though she cherished it at that time, it was different from what she experienced in her life. With both love and family affection, she felt the heavens had been exceptionally kind to her.

"Even if you're older, you can't wrong yourself. This is a lifelong matter. Qiuhua should find someone who is acceptable in all aspects and treats her well. Uncle, don't you think?" Yang Qiong looked as though she wanted to point at her face.

Father Shen laughed, "Speaking of which, Yang Qiong, you're not so young anymore. After the New Year, you'll be thirty, right? Why aren't you anxious?"

Yang Qiong was stunned. Shen Qiuhua found it amusing and looked at her, thinking, 'Serves you right for being so smug.'

"I'm not in a hurry. How many men are worthy of me? I don't want to deal with domestic violence." Before meeting Shen Qiuhua, Yang Qiong thought this way. She could handle everything herself, from dirty work to labor, so why did she need a man? Moreover, most men were scared away when they heard she was a special forces soldier. Who would want to marry a tigress who could kill with her bare hands?

"Hahaha!" Father Shen laughed heartily. "I like your temperament. Don't take it the wrong way, but I think your personality is like a boy's. How did your parents raise you?"

"Uncle, don't you know? In the military, it doesn't matter if you're male or female. Training is just as harsh, and no one gets special treatment. I'm not a literary soldier, I don't have any special privileges." Yang Qiong skillfully avoided the topic of her family.

Back in the room, Shen Qiuhua asked, "Since it's a holiday, aren't you planning to go home and visit?"

"Do you want to go?" Yang Qiong countered with a question.

"If you go back, I'll go with you." Shen Qiuhua honestly wanted to visit Yang Qiong's hometown to see what kind of family could make Yang Qiong, such a carefree person, so secretive about her family.

"Going back to meet the parents feels like a prelude to marriage," Yang Qiong joked but didn't say whether she wanted to go back.

Shen Qiuhua looked at her, her beautiful eyes shimmering. "Didn't you already marry me?"

"Oh!" Yang Qiong hugged her, "You're really sweet."

Shen Qiuhua held her face, "After a bitter first half of life, we can savor the sweetness in the second half. We're the same, not letting fate or youth go to waste. Yang Qiong, I will be with you."

Yang Qiong rarely got serious. "In this life, I want nothing but you." Then... she urgently said, "I want you." Her hand was already reaching into Shen Qiuhua's sweater.

Shen Qiuhua, amused, grabbed Yang Qiong's hand. After being ambushed so often, she had gotten used to it, and now she hardly even blushed. It seemed her skin had grown thicker.