Chapter 137-1

The end of a blue duckweed (5)

“Passport, ID, visa, marriage application…” After receiving the reply email from the city hall of British Columbia, Canada, the two are about to fly to Vancouver soon. Song Yuhang is packing at home, muttering to herself.

Lin Yan, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses and a loose robe, holding a laptop, walks over to her.

“Song Yuhang, how about wearing this?”

Song Yuhang steals a glance at the screen and turns green.

A snow-white strapless trailing wedding dress.

The corner of her lips twitches, “You wear it, you wear it.”

Lin Yan persists, “I’ve already chosen.”

Song Yuhang puts down the clothes in her hand and walks over, “Which one?”

Lin Yan slides the touchpad twice, revealing a new tuxedo for women under a luxury brand, priced at forty-eight thousand.

Song Yuhang is unwilling, “Why do I wear a wedding dress and you wear a suit?”

Lin Yan grins triumphantly, “Didn’t you say, as long as I agree to marry, any condition can be met for me?”

Song Yuhang feels provoked and insulted about her family status, “Except for that, anything else is fine.”

She has never worn a dress since she was a child, and it’s hard to imagine, if Mother Song, Ji Jingxing, Fang Xin, Duang Cheng, Feng Jianguo, and others see her in a wedding dress, they would probably burst into laughter.

Just the thought of it makes her scalp tingle, losing all dignity.

Lin Yan insists, “No, I want you to wear this.”

Song Yuhang stares at her snow-white neckline and grits her teeth, “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely sure…”

Before she finishes her sentence, she is lifted up from her waist, Lin Yan hasn’t even had time to pick up the laptop, feeling dizzy.

“Hey—”

She sinks into the soft sofa, Song Yuhang presses her and tickles her, “Say it again, say it again, hmm?”

Lin Yan couldn’t dodge in time, panting heavily, a faint blush appearing on her pale face.

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“Stop… Ah… It’s so itchy…”

The more she protests, the more Song Yuhang becomes determined, and the two play around until they finally settle down.

Lin Yan pushes against her shoulders to block her approach, her loose clothes even looser now, revealing her slender collarbones and a hint of charm.

Song Yuhang’s throat feels dry, swallowing hard, gently cupping her face and looking into her eyes.

Their noses touch, Lin Yan’s lips brushing against hers teasingly, stirring up desire.

As Song Yuhang leans in, Lin Yan smiles, knowing that if they continue like this, today will likely pass in a blur again.

While resisting, she lifts the hem of her shirt, her nails tracing the muscles on her back.

At the same time, she bends her knees, lightly rubbing against her waist with the most tender part of herself, her eyes full of seduction.

“We’re leaving for Vancouver in a few days…”

“I know.” Song Yuhang, feeling a bit breathless from her teasing, leans down again to find her lips.

Lin Yan couldn’t dodge in time, caught off guard.

Her voice is somewhat muffled.

“All the… stuff…”

“Don’t worry.” It’s already so late, and she’s still worrying about these things. Song Yuhang chuckles, patiently comforting her.

“Passport, visa, marriage application, wedding officiant, marriage celebrant, everything is arranged, except for one thing…”

She finally lets go of her, rubbing her nose against hers.

“The bride.”

Lin Yan’s face blushes slightly, “You shameless thing, I don’t want to get married at all, if it weren’t for you…”

Song Yuhang squints her eyes, her gaze sharp, her hand sliding down along the leg wrapped around her waist.

“Hmm? Go on.”

Lin Yan suddenly tenses up, swallowing her words.

Song Yuhang is quite satisfied, lifting her up to sit on her lap, “Be good, relax a little, I’ll…”

Lin Yan buries her head in her shoulder, taking a deep breath, “Hold on.”

Song Yuhang stops, her face filled with patience.

“What’s wrong?”

Lin Yan’s voice is intermittent, “The… the ring hasn’t been bought yet…”

At the mention of the ring, Song Yuhang’s heart skips a beat. These days have been too blissful, she even forgot about this matter.

The wedding ring she bought for Lin Yan still rests on an unidentified female corpse’s hand.

Thinking back to her somewhat crazy actions at that time, Song Yuhang wishes she could find a hole to hide in.

She clears her throat, “Yan… Yanyan… that…”

Now it’s Lin Yan’s turn to look displeased, “Hmm?”

Song Yuhang closes her eyes, “I bought the ring, but… let me explain!!!”

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After she finishes her hesitant explanation, Lin Yan’s face turns into a colorful mix of emotions.

Song Yuhang looks into her eyes and says cautiously, “How about… we buy a new pair?”

Despite her words, the trip to Vancouver is imminent. After all, they can’t just bail on the city hall.

Moreover, Lin Yan still has an unfinished wish to fulfill before getting married. She also knows that Song Yuhang must have spent a lot of money buying that pair of wedding rings, so it’s probably unrealistic to ask her to buy another pair.

Lin Yan feels sweet in her heart that Song Yuhang would go to such lengths for her, but at the same time, she feels a bit jealous.

Her ring, meant for her, is worn by another woman, and she even felt jealous of that ring.

Just thinking about it makes her heart ache with sourness.

She wasn’t really a magnanimous person to begin with.

Seeing her remain silent, Song Yuhang holds her close, straightens out her disheveled clothes, and rests her forehead against hers.

“I’m sorry, I really thought at that time…”

She remembers those days with lingering fear.

“I don’t know how to describe the feeling of knowing about your ‘misfortune’, everyone was lying to me. No matter how tough my first half of life was, I never despaired, until that moment, I truly felt like the sky was falling.”

As Song Yuhang speaks, she furrows her brows slightly, a hint of pain on her face.

Seeing Lin Yan’s gaze fixed on her, she forces a smile.

“Of course, I understand you. I didn’t blame you for deceiving me, I know, I appreciate it. When it comes to pain, who could be more agonized than you? I just regret not being able to stand by your side and fight with you at that time.”

“When I sent out the ring, I was thinking that once the truth was revealed and justice was served for you, I would go down to accompany you.”

Song Yuhang smiles faintly, her eyes reddening.

“Who would’ve thought it would turn into such a big mistake, but compared to all that, I just want you to live well.”

Song Yuhang has always been disciplined and law-abiding, and the few times she acted impulsively were all for Lin Yan’s sake. Even if she faced punishment, she never regretted it.

Lin Yan’s heart is moved by such devotion, and she can’t help but be touched by this deeply affectionate person.

Just as Song Yuhang can’t stand to see her cry, Lin Yan can’t stand to see her with red eyes either.

Being a proud young lady who’s used to being pampered, she doesn’t know how to comfort others. Gritting her teeth, she thinks to herself: It’s clearly her fault, so why am I feeling so upset?

That jerk, Song Yuhang!

As she thinks about it, she throws a punch, hitting her shoulder blade lightly, not putting much force into it, not painful nor itchy.

Song Yuhang leans back slightly but still happily holds her, and Lin Yan throws herself onto her.

“It’s okay, as long as you can vent your anger, you can hit me as much as you want.”

“Get lost, you thick-skinned, hitting you hurts my hand!”

Lin Yan curses loudly, struggling, but is held tightly.

Song Yuhang: “By the way, I haven’t asked you yet, who was the person who died?”

Lin Yan is taken aback, her playful hands against Song Yuhang’s shoulder gradually losing strength. “I don’t know. It wasn’t my doing. According to Feng Jianguo, she was an unidentified homeless woman. When she was brought to the hospital by a good Samaritan, she was already at death’s door. No one tried to save her, and nobody claimed her body, so…”

Song Yuhang grabs her hand, comforting her.

“It’s okay, someone like her probably had a rough life. Maybe no one even lights incense for her after death. Now she has a grave and a place, it’s also considered a good deed.”

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Lin Yan’s eyes are slightly melancholic. “She was about the same age as me.”

Song Yuhang knows there’s more to this, so she holds her hand and kisses it gently. “What do you want to do?”

Lin Yan still feels a bit sore, but after some thought, she grits her teeth.

“I don’t want that ring anymore. Give it to her.”

Perhaps that nameless woman never received love or compassion in her life, let alone being used as a scapegoat for another’s actions. Lin Yan feels a twinge of guilt whenever she thinks about it. How could she bear to disturb her peace by exhuming her grave and dissecting her body?

The person who seems most cynical on the surface is often the softest at heart.

Song Yuhang smiles and tousles her brown curls. “Be good, I’ll save up some money and buy you a new one.”

Lin Yan snorts coldly, still somewhat dissatisfied. “And what about your ring?”

Song Yuhang rubs her forehead against hers. “Stingy, I haven’t worn it for a long time.”

A slight curve forms at the corner of Lin Yan’s lips, but she doesn’t want to let it show too much, so she quickly puts on a straight face.

“That’s about right.”

“I rub your ears and temples everyday, have you ever seen me wearing it, huh?”

Clearly, she wants to hear a few nice words from her.

Song Yuhang laughs and wraps her arms around her waist.

Lin Yan pushes her head buried in her chest away, gritting her teeth. “I just want to hear you say it, is that not allowed?”

Song Yuhang’s voice is muffled. “Fine, but in bed.”

Lin Yan grabs onto her short hair, narrowing her eyes slightly. “Dream on. Pack your stuff for me!”

Song Yuhang, feeling helpless, says, “Yanyan, we’re going to Vancouver in a few days, and Mom and the others will be there too. It’s not convenient.”

“I don’t care. I’m angry. For the next few days, you better behave yourself and stop thinking about it.”

With that, Lin Yan pushes away from her, gets out of her arms, fixes the slipping pajamas on her shoulders, puts on slippers, grabs a glass of red wine, and walks away gracefully.

Song Yuhang reaches out to grab her, but misses, so she grabs a cushion from the couch in frustration.

Damn it, Yanyan, the cooked duck, has flown.

LP: No sexy times for you