Finest Servant Chapter 92

Chapter 92 Qiaoqiao, My Darling (Part 2)

With just that one sentence, she could say no more. The tears streamed down her cheeks; despite having a thousand words to say, she found herself unable to utter even one.

After being apart for several days, Qiaoqiao, still as lovely as ever, looked noticeably thinner. Seeing her cry, Lin Wanrong hurriedly took her hand, “Qiaoqiao, what's wrong? Are you upset seeing me?”

Biting her lip, Qiaoqiao focused her gaze on his face, and softly said, “No, Big brother, you know that seeing you always brings me joy.”

Lin Wanrong's eyes swept across the room, noticing two dried out steamed buns on the counter, their surfaces marked with tiny teeth prints. Seeing her emaciated appearance, his expression changed. “Qiaoqiao, why are you eating only this?”

“Ah—” Qiaoqiao let out a small cry, hastily hiding the buns, her gaze fixed on her own toes, daring not to look at him.

An angry look crossed Lin Wanrong's face as he looked at Dong Qingshan behind him. “Qingshan, you explain.”

Dong Qingshan had never seen his boss angry before. Frightened, he quickly explained, “Boss, our money has been tight lately because of the renovations. Sister said that you work hard for our money, so we should spend less. She brought many steamed buns, and that's all she's been eating every day—”

“Damn it!” Lin Wanrong shouted, slamming his fist on the table, a deep ache in his heart. While he was out enjoying himself, Qiaoqiao was suffering alone. He despised himself.

“Big brother—” Seeing the self-blame in his eyes, Qiaoqiao quickly took his hand and gently called out.

Lin Wanrong's eyes were moist. Seeing Qiaoqiao's tear-streaked face, yet still carrying a soft smile, his heart felt shattered. He gently stroked Dong Qiaoqiao's face, speaking deeply, “Qiaoqiao, my darling—”

Hearing his words, Qiaoqiao's tears overflowed, a bitter sweetness in her heart. “Big brother—” Before she could say more, she found her lips sealed by a passionate kiss.

Everyone froze in disbelief, including Luo Yuan, Dong Qingshan, and the woman who was just talking to Dong Qiaoqiao. In this era, holding hands in public was already shocking, let alone such a passionate display. Had they ever seen such a scene?

Luo Yuan thought to himself, the boss is indeed the boss, always impressing.

The woman who had been talking to Dong Qiaoqiao blushed and quickly lowered her head, too shy to witness the scene.

Qiaoqiao felt as if she was melting in the warm embrace of the man she longed for day and night. Smelling the masculine scent of her big brother, she lost all her strength, her body going limp in his arms. She forgot where she was, forgot her status, only feeling a strange magic emanating from him, binding her to him forever.

Lin Wanrong savored the sweet scent of the young girl. He sucked on her sweet tongue, gently stirring it in her mouth. Qiaoqiao felt an overwhelming sensation she'd never experienced before. Holding her big brother tight, tears of happiness fell onto her cheeks.

What Qin Xian'er, what Xiao Qingxuan, what Eldest Miss and Second Miss, none of them could ever compare to his precious Qiaoqiao. In that moment, Lin Wanrong had eyes only for this obedient and captivating little girl. If he ever let her down, he would consider his life a failure.

After a long while, Lin Wanrong released the little girl, gazing at her deeply and said resolutely, “Qiaoqiao, you are my most precious treasure in this life. I, Lin Wanrong, swear to the heavens, if I ever let you down in this life, may I be struck by thunder and never have peace—”

“Big brother—” Qiaoqiao interrupted him, tears in her eyes, her slender hand covering his lips, “Don't make such vows. You are a man of great things. No matter how you treat Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao will have no regrets.”

“Qiaoqiao—” Lin Wanrong was deeply touched, hugging her tightly, “My darling, my precious, my dear, my sweetheart.”

Listening to such mushy sweet nothings, Luo Yuan and Dong Qingshan felt their skin crawl. 'This Big brother can really say anything,' they thought.

Qiaoqiao was both embarrassed and delighted, her heart pounding uncontrollably. 'How could Big brother say such things, it's so embarrassing,' she thought, 'Yet I still want to hear him call me darling.'

Remembering the sensation of Big brother's kiss, she felt weak all over, her face burning like fire, yet her heart was filled with happiness. Seeing the three of them staring at her, she suddenly let out a gasp, 'Oh no, how could I do such an embarrassing thing in front of so many people? It's all Big brother's fault, he's so bad.'

Qiaoqiao's face was as red as blood, she gave Lin Wanrong a shy and slightly reproachful look, then quickly turned around and ran downstairs.

Lin Wanrong shouted loudly, “Darling, don't go too far, I have something to tell you later, just for the two of us to hear.”

Luo Yuan and Dong Qingshan were sweating buckets, 'This Big brother, he's really too shocking.'

Seeing Luo Yuan and Qingshan's astounded expressions, Lin Wanrong didn't even blush. He chuckled, “Oh, I didn't realize everyone was here. I hope I didn't disturb anyone.”

Luo Yuan shook his head and sighed, “Brother Lin, after seeing you, I've come to realize how useless the concepts of etiquette and decorum really are.”

Lin Wanrong chuckled, “Etiquette? What's that? I've never heard of it.”

Dong Qingshan, being young and spirited, had always admired big brother Lin greatly. Now that he was about to become his brother-in-law, he was even more delighted. He echoed Lin Wanrong's words loudly, “Exactly, Big brother, as long as you like it, you should do it. Why care about anything else?”

Luo Yuan gave Lin Wanrong a thumbs up, “Brother Lin, I am completely convinced by you.”

Lin Wanrong laughed heartily, introduced Luo Yuan and Dong Qingshan to each other, and then noticed there was another woman standing nearby. He was so engrossed in the passionate kiss with Qiaoqiao and the jovial conversation with Luo Yuan and Dong Qingshan that he hadn't noticed an extra person was there. He looked up, and with just one glance, he was rooted to the spot.

The woman was around eighteen or nineteen, with willow-leaf eyebrows, an oval face, rosy cheeks, and cherry lips. She wore a goose-yellow dress that perfectly accentuated her petite and proportionate figure. In terms of appearance and demeanor, she was no less than Xiao Qingxuan. But unlike Xiao Qingxuan's icy demeanor, this woman seemed to have a naturally tranquil aura. She stood there like a cluster of serene flowers, at peace with the world. Even Lin Wanrong, who was accustomed to joviality, felt a sense of tranquility in her presence.

'Good heavens,' Lin Wanrong sighed inwardly. “Where did this girl come from, with such an aura? In front of her, even a man of many words like myself is rendered speechless.”

Fortunately, Lin Wanrong was the kind of man who feared nothing. This young lady seemed so tranquil, so he felt compelled to disrupt that tranquility. Therefore, he asked with a grin, “Miss, I don't think we've met before, have we?”

The woman was taken aback. All the men she had met before were respectful and refined in front of her, she had never met such a ruffian. However, she had already witnessed Lin Wanrong's shocking actions just before, so his ruffian behavior seemed trifling in comparison. She responded with a faint smile, “I have not had the pleasure of meeting you before, sir.”

Lin Wanrong laughed heartily, “That's an interesting way to put it, since we meet by fate, I won't ask for your name, lest I be labeled a rogue.”

The woman thought it was funny, thinking to herself, 'If you're not a rogue, then who is?' But since she was good friends with Qiaoqiao and the man before her was Qiaoqiao's beloved, she couldn't voice these thoughts.

Luo Yuan, seeing the woman talking to Lin Wanrong, was about to introduce her to Lin Wanrong when he caught a stern glance from the woman, making him close his mouth obediently.

Ignoring the woman, Lin Wanrong asked Qingshan, “Has the Meiwei Restaurant been completed?”

Dong Qingshan nodded, “Yes, it's completed. We've been waiting for you to pick a lucky day for the grand opening.”

Lin Wanrong, who had come with a plan, nodded, “I've checked the almanac, and the ninth day of the tenth month, which is three days from now, is an auspicious day for construction, moving, and business opening. Let's choose that day.”

Dong Qingshan nodded, “My sister also picked that day. She said we should wait for you to finalize it.”

Lin Wanrong shamelessly stated, “Of course, my Qiaoqiao and I are of one heart and one mind.”

Luo Yuan shook his head and sighed, wondering how Lin Wanrong could have such thick skin.

While they were talking, Qiaoqiao, her cheeks still flushed, shyly brought tea up from downstairs, avoiding eye contact with Lin Wanrong and the others. When she reached Luo Yuan, she said, “Young Master Luo, please have some tea.”

Luo Yuan accepted the tea with surprise and gratitude, saying, “How could I trouble Madam to serve me? My apologies.”

Dong Qiaoqiao was both startled and delighted. She stole a glance at Lin Wanrong and saw that her big brother was encouragingly smiling at her. She felt joyful, and this also gave her a boost of courage. Holding a cup of tea, she offered it to the woman, saying, “Sister Ning, please have some tea.”

The woman smiled slightly and teased, “Qiaoqiao, now that you're married, you should serve your husband tea first.”

Dong Qiaoqiao let out a small gasp of surprise and embarrassment, immediately lowering her head. But she carefully handed the cup of tea to Lin Wanrong, saying, “Big brother, please have some tea–“

Lin Wanrong felt an increasing fondness for this girl. He took the cup of tea and placed it on the table, taking her hand and saying, “Qiaoqiao, come sit next to your big brother. I want to have a heart-to-heart with you.” Qiaoqiao gently nodded and obediently sat next to him.

Lin Wanrong said, “Qiaoqiao, why didn't you tell your big brother when you were in trouble? Do you still see me as an outsider?”

“No, not at all,” Qiaoqiao quickly explained. “Big brother, you're a man of great importance. Why should you worry about these trivial matters? I can handle them.”

Chapter end