Paper Lover At Old Town Bookstore Chapter 42

marriage

He Ping’an’s kiss fell on the top of her hair, and his movements were so gentle that he was completely different from the resolute assistant during the day: “It’s been thirteen years.”

There was a hint of unnoticeable sadness in his voice, and he gently combed her long hair with his fingertips: “I had just turned thirteen that year, and I was sent to you by the family. It was said that I was an assistant, but in fact it was more like… a proton.”

Xing Qingru chuckled, raised his hand and pinched his chin, forcing him to lower his head and look at her.

Under the warm yellow light, the coldness in her eyes turned into a bit of tenderness, and her fingertips traced the line of his lips: “Proton? But how do I remember that someone was following me and didn’t even dare to speak loudly, but when I was being made trouble, he was the first to rush up and block in front of me.”

Mentioning the past, He Pingan’s eyes glowed softly: “You are the only heir of the Xing family. If they make things difficult for you, they are just a slap in the Xing family’s face. I protect you, both as a mission and as a willingness.”

Thirteen years of time flashed before their eyes like a movie scene.

From young and ignorant teenagers to lovers who now go shopping side by side, they have experienced the bloody storms of family strife together and survived the difficulties and obstacles in the early stages of starting a business. They have already engraved each other in their bones and blood.

“Who would have thought at that time,” Xing Qingru leaned on his shoulder with a hint of emotion in her tone, “that little kid who followed me back then would now grow to 1.88 meters tall and become someone who can protect me from the wind and rain.”

He Pingan tightened his arms and hugged her tightly, resting his chin on the top of her hair. His voice was low and firm: “No matter how many years have passed, I will always be the one who stands in front of you.”

He paused, then changed the topic and returned to the topic of the day: “Mr. Song’s thoughts on Song Qiusheng are becoming more and more obvious. Letting him work together this time is probably not just to train him.”

A hint of shrewdness flashed in Xing Qingru’s eyes: “We have heard about Song Zhili’s possessiveness for a long time. It’s just that Song Qiusheng’s temperament, tough and straight man, may not be easy to compromise. Some people have watched this scene.”

She raised her hand to caress the side of He Pingan’s face, and said with a hint of playfulness: “But it’s okay, the more violent they make, the more we can reap the benefits. Tell me, if Song Qiusheng knew about our relationship, and knew that Song Zhili knew everything about it, what would his reaction be?”

He Pingan chuckled and kissed her earlobe: “No matter what the reaction is, it will not affect our plan. We just need to defend our position and let them figure out the rest.”

The ambiguous atmosphere in the living room heated up again, and the moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, lengthening the entwined figures of the two people.

Thirteen years of companionship and protection have made their relationship more than an ordinary lover, and more like each other’s armor and weakness.And this chess game involving family interests, secret lovers and forced love has just begun.

When the cell phone rang suddenly, Xing Qingru was in He Ping’an’s arms, looking through documents.The word “Grandpa” danced on the screen, and the care in her eyes instantly faded away. She stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to answer the phone. Her tone was respectful but distant: “Grandpa.”

“Qingru, it’s time to put your marriage to Song Zhili on the schedule.” The old man’s voice came through the receiver, with an undeniable dignity, “I have reached an agreement with the old man of the Song family. The parents of both parties will meet at the beginning of next month to set the wedding date.”

Xing Qingru’s fingertips clenched tightly, and her knuckles turned white: “Grandpa, he and I are just business partners, and it is impossible to get married.”

“Business partner?” The old man snorted coldly, and his tone became more forceful, “The marriage between the two families can not only consolidate the cooperative relationship between the Xing and Song families, but also join forces to monopolize the East China market. This is a win-win situation! You and Song Zhili are both leaders in their respective fields, and we are well matched. What’s wrong with that?”

“Marriage is not a transaction.” Xing Qingru’s voice turned cold, “I have the life I want to live, and I will not sacrifice myself for the interests of the family.”

“Presumptuous!” The old man’s anger exploded through the receiver, “You are the only heir of the Xing family, and your marriage should be responsible for the family! You have been tossing in the mall these years, and the old man has not stopped you, but you cannot be willful in matters of marriage!”

He paused and softened his tone a little, but still had a sense of oppression: “I know you have someone in your heart, but what is He Pingan’s identity? He is just a chess piece sent by the family to assist you. He is not from the same world as you at all. Qingru, don’t be confused, only Song Zhili is worthy of you.”

These words were like a knife, piercing Xing Qingru’s heart.She turned to look at He Pingan on the sofa. He was looking at her quietly, with deep forbearance and compassion hidden in his eyes, but without the slightest intention to step forward – he knew that their relationship was fragile in the face of family interests.

“I won’t agree.” Xing Qingru’s voice was trembling, but extremely firm, “Unless I die.”

“How dare you!” The old man’s voice trembled with anger, “I’ll give you three days to think it over. Either come back and prepare for marriage, or wait to take over the Xing Group’s mess – I have asked someone to suspend all your permissions, so you can take care of yourself.”

The phone was hung up abruptly, leaving only a busy tone on the receiver.Xing Qingru slowly put down his mobile phone, leaning his back against the cold floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night outside the window, anger, unwillingness and powerlessness surging in his eyes.

He Pingan stood up and walked to her side, gently holding her hand. The temperature in his palm tried to warm her cold fingertips: “Don’t be sad, I will find a way.”

“What can be done?” Xing Qingru turned around, his eyes red, but stubbornly refused to let the tears fall, “Grandpa and Mr. Song are determined to get married, and we can’t resist at all.”

She leaned into He Ping’an’s arms, with a hint of despair in her voice: “For thirteen years, we have guarded this relationship carefully, thinking that as long as we work hard enough, we can get rid of the family’s control. But in the end, we still can’t escape the fate of being used as a pawn.”

He Pingan held her tightly, resting his chin on the top of her hair, and said in a low and firm voice: “No matter what, I will not let you marry anyone else. Even if I try my best, I will take you out of here, as long as you are willing.”

There was silence in the living room, except for the intertwined breathing of the two people.Under the moonlight, their figures are closely linked to each other, but there is a sense of desperate tragedy.

The forced marriage between the two old men was like a huge rock that smashed into their secret and stable world, and completely disrupted the entanglement between Song Zhili and Song Qiusheng – this storm involving family interests, secret love and forced emotions was finally about to break out in full force.