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October 10, 2023 at 3:08 AM

Ah! Can't believe I didn't know who Qi Yan was earlier even having read Forbidden to be Tempted. This is getting interesting 😁

<h2 style="text-align: left;">Chapter 60: First Love</h2>Source: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=3975255 this translation was originally posted on https://love4baihe.blogspot.com please read it there. and check out other stories too. The face has clear outlines, three-dimensional bones, thin eyebrows, thin eyes, dull and cold, single eyelids, revealing a sense of indifference. The next second, she smiled, looking kind and friendly, hiding an untamed wildness. Faces of models, no, supermodels, without exception, have distinct and top-tier features. And that face, apart from its features, was also familiar. Qi Yan stared at the TV, held her breath, and followed the camera to see the woman turning around neatly, walking back steadily with her slender legs, leaving a confident and flamboyant back. Overlapping with the traces on her heart for many years. <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">[I can't come out* now.]*from the closet <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">[Let's break up.] The voice from the past rang in her ears, and she remembered the heart-piercing pain that year. After a long time, the scars are still there, but there is no more pain. Now that they met again unilaterally in front of the TV, she just felt sad. The next model appeared, and the unfamiliar face seemed to be a hallucination just now. Qi Yan calmed down, glanced at the station logo, xx fashion channel, the niche luxury brand <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">la pella, China's new lingerie show. Most of the models are Asian, with a few Caucasians. The scale seems to be quite grand, and they are still in the top of Weibo* hot searches in the afternoon.*Weibo, China's top SNS platform, similar to IG, FB, Twitter She hasn't paid attention to these for a long time, and has developed a habit of skipping, when she sees the title and not clicking on it. The models on TV were all in good shape, with long legs and thin waists, and they walked steadily. Qi Yan was just casually changing the channel, felt good and lingered for a moment. Then she saw that familiar face. Jiang Yu. The living room door opened, and Lu Zhiqiao came in. Qi Yan turned her head when she heard the sound, their eyes met, she glanced at the TV out of the corner of her eye, feeling inexplicably guilty, hurriedly stepped forward to take Lu Zhiqiao's bag, and slightly curled her lips: "You're back." Lu Zhiqiao looked very tired, didn't pay attention to the TV, lowered her head to change shoes, and asked casually, "Where's Niu Niu?" "Doing homework in her room." Qi Yan put the bag on the sofa, picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.  "I'm going to get some hot food." She turned her back, carried the dishes on the table into the kitchen, put them into the microwave oven one by one, then unplugged the rice cooker, and put the rice in a bowl. She was absent-minded, her hands shook, and half a spoonful of white rice accidentally fell onto the table. Qi Yan was taken aback, grabbed the ball of rice into the trash can with her bare hands, washed her hands, dried them, and continued to heat up the food. When the hot dishes were brought out, Qi Yan saw Lu Zhiqiao slumped on the sofa with her eyes closed, rubbing her temples with her elbows resting on the armrest and looking exhausted. She immediately forgot all the thoughts in her head, and sat down and held the woman's shoulders, "Are you tired?" Lu Zhiqiao nodded without lifting her eyes, and leaned against her naturally. Qi Yan's arms turned slightly stiff, and she subconsciously glanced at the bedroom door, then at Lu Zhiqiao, hesitated for a moment, and finally pulled the woman into her arms, with her chin against her face. Lu Zhiqiao's skin is soft, and the cold fragrance lingers in her nose. "The boss wasn't there, I'm doing two things by myself, this morning..." Lu Zhiqiao muttered in a low voice, unconsciously wrapped her hands around Qi Yan's waist, and buried her face in her hair, perhaps trying to find a comfortable position, so she unconsciously rubbed against the other. Like a little girl, pouring bitter water, talking about trivial things, half complaining and half coquettish. Qi Yan listened quietly, feeling surprised and joyful in her heart, the corners of her mouth couldn't help curling up, and she pretended to be angry and said, "Is your boss called Shu Minxi? She lives in the same neighborhood as my parents." Lu Zhiqiao raised her head and looked at her blankly: "What are you going to do?" "Look for her to settle the score." Qi Yan said as she touched Lu Zhiqiao's face, and pressed her hair to the back of her neck, "Let her dare to bully you again." In the past, Lu Zhiqiao might have taken her words seriously, but now she knew that she was joking, so she gently scratched her hair and smiled: "Don't make trouble, she is busy too, it will be fine after a while." "Why do you keep pulling my hair?" Qi Yan raised her eyebrows. "Um." "Why?" Lu Zhiqiao closed her eyes, squeezed the silky hair in her hands, and said softly, "Because I like it." "Then..." Qi Yan's heart beat violently, and there was a blazing current flowing through it, making it numb, "I'll cut some for you." Ever since Lu Zhiqiao confessed her feelings to her, there have been subtle changes. When the woman takes initiative, it always gives her unexpected joy. She is willing to lean into her arms, talk to her, express her love for her, and trust her. Qi Yan suddenly had the feeling that the moon finally shone when the clouds cleared. "It's not the same." "Mm?" "The hair that is cut is just hair, and the one that grows on your head is your hair." Lu Zhiqiao whispered, her ears were burning hot, and she couldn't help but grasp the hair in her hand. She regretted it as soon as she blurted it out, she was too straightforward, Qi Yan must be secretly happy in her heart. But if she doesn't say it, she will feel uncomfortable. She was like a bird that had escaped from the cage. She couldn't hide her inner desire for freedom and light, but she flew a little clumsily and stumbled. Qi Yan blushed, couldn't help tilting her head and kissing her earlobe, "Okay, I'll let you pull it, but be gentle." Lu Zhiqiao mumbled. "Go and eat." "Okay." After dinner, Qi Yan massaged Lu Zhiqiao's shoulders and legs. The latter's work phone kept ringing, and she rarely had time to interject, then she mentioned the recent midterm exam and the parents' meeting in two days. "Business trip, I can't go." Lu Zhiqiao lowered her head and replied to the WeChat message, throwing five words to Qi Yan. This parent's attitude is quite arrogant. Qi Yan squeezed her shoulders harder, and said with a coquettish smile, "Okay, I'll send you the report card when the time comes." "Hiss, take it easy." "..." "Is Niu Niu okay in class recently?" Lu Zhiqiao put down her phone, stretched out her hand to play with a lock of Qi Yan's hair. "Very good, very good." "Is there any boy who walks very close?" Qi Yan thought for a while and said, "She has always had a good relationship with Wang Zheyi and the others, but I didn't see any little tricks." "Which ones?" "Boys Zhou Yuxiang, Wang Zheyi, girls Nian Yue, Liu Wenjun, Lai Siqi." "..." "There are also two girls from other classes, who seem to be sophomores. I saw them waiting for her outside the classroom after school at noon." Qi Yan reported in detail. Since she didn't know the names of the two girls, she could only describe them as best she could. One of them is very beautiful, the school does not have an official school beauty, but if the children choose privately, it must be that girl. Lu Zhiqiao nodded, and didn't bother, and continued: "I promise Niu Niu, if she makes progress in this exam, I will buy her a comic book." "Ah?" "Why?" Qi Yan burst out laughing: "No wonder she has become more diligent, running to the office every day to pester the math teacher, I am getting jealous." Jealous. The words lightly fell into Lu Zhiqiao's heart, and a fleeting feeling burned up. She smiled, pursed her lips and remained silent. …. After taking care of the child's mother comfortably, Qi Yan returned to her home, took a hot bath, sat on the bed with her laptop in her arms, and prepared to continue watching the movie she didn't finish yesterday, and then go to sleep after finishing it. The light adjusted to a moderate level, she went on the video streaming site, and the video of <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">la pella's quarterly new product fashion show was hung on the scrolling recommendation on the homepage. Qi Yan fingertips paused, and slid the cursor to point back. Jiang Yu. In front of the camera, she still hasn't changed. She let go of the cursor, picked up her phone, clicked into Weibo, and searched for "Jiang Yu"—just like she had searched countless times when they broke up five years ago. The title has changed from "model" to "supermodel Jiang Yu", and she doesn't know how many times she changed her profile photo but the style has not changed, and it still looks dark and cold. Qi Yan took a deep breath and slowly slid down... Jiang Yu was her first love. Six years older than her. From nineteen to twenty-three, from undergraduate to masters, from domestic to foreign. The most beautiful and splendid years of her life were given to Jiang Yu, because she was her first love, so she will never forget it. Jiang Yu's Weibo content is still the same as before, selfie, show, fashion.  The latest one is the lingerie fashion show of la pella. This brand was co-founded by Jiang Yu and two Italian designer friends. At the end of last year, it began to develop the Asian market, and this year's focus will be on this side. At the beginning of April, this person returned to China and never left since. No wonder. They haven't seen each other for five years, she got better and better. From a well-known model to an internationally renowned supermodel. Now, she wants to expand her business, so she went back to China for a while. Nothing more. There is no trace of love in Jiang Yu's Weibo, even if there is, it cannot be known by the public. The current social acceptance of homosexuality is not high. If this person still wants to hang out in the fashion circle, she can't make a mistake. It's hard work to fall in love with someone like that. What does it matter to her? Qi Yan curled her lips, quit Weibo, threw her phone aside, went back to her laptop and clicked on the movie to continue watching. …. In late April, Lu Zhiqiao became more and more busy at work as the holiday approached. She leaves early and returns late every day, but her life is quite regular, she can eat on time and go to bed at the same time. Although she is busy, the frequency of posting to Moments has become higher. In the past month, she posted at most two work-related posts, but now she posts one every few days.  Sometimes it’s a landscape photo taken casually, and sometimes it’s a few words to share a good book. In the beginning, it was only visible to Qi Yan, but later the permissions were no longer set. It doesn't matter if others see it, she thought. But there are some things that she only shared with Qi Yan. For example, what she had for lunch, what kind of weird client she met, her subordinates accidentally caused trouble for her, and a new pizza shop opened downstairs in the company. Or how she stumbled upon a good-looking shoe by accident during a break, or a good movie recommendation, and marked the place where she wanted to go to play. She wants to tell Qi Yan every little thing. At first, she was worried that Qi Yan would find her annoying. After all, she was on the line between home and company every day, and she was on business trips from time to time, and she was busy with work, so her life was very boring, and she was already trying her best to dig out interesting things. She tried to post less and tried to restrain herself as much as possible. As a result, Qi Yan became unhappy. [What did you have for lunch? Why didn't you tell me?] [Did you not eat on time?] [What time do you leave work today?] [Winter melon fried meat is calling for you~] [picture] On Friday, Lu Zhiqiao worked overtime until late, did not eat, fell asleep after taking a shower, and woke up at noon.  When she got up from the bed, her head hurt a little, she heard voices outside, got out of bed slowly, and walked out with her slippers on. "Then we can take the cable car." "The cable car is only sent halfway up the mountain. If you want to reach the top, you have to climb it yourself." "Isn't that tiring?" "Are you afraid of getting tired after climbing a mountain at a young age?" Qi Yan and Niu Niu were sitting on the sofa, they were holding the laptop, they were looking at something, they were smiling, and when Lu Zhiqiao came out, the child excitedly said: "Mom, shall we go hiking on Labor Day?" Lu Zhiqiao froze, felt dizzy and didn't speak. <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What hiking? Qi Yan handed the laptop to Niu Niu, got up and walked over, stretched her arm halfway to hold her but retracted it, glanced back, then finally gave up. "Have you slept enough?" Last night, she waited in the living room until ten o'clock. Lu Zhiqiao came back, didn't eat any food, and hurriedly took a shower and went to bed. This morning, she didn't dare to disturb her and knocked on the door almost at noon. Guessing that Lu Zhiqiao was still sleeping, she prepared a meal first. For a while, the two of them almost only communicated on WeChat, and the only time they could meet was at night, and the time was also too short. Holding up just until the holidays. "...Yes." Lu Zhiqiao nodded, putting a hand on her shoulder. Qi Yan's expression moved slightly, she subconsciously grabbed Lu Zhiqiao's hand and wrapped it in her palm, and said softly, "Go wash up first, the food is still hot, I'll bring it out." "Okay." The moment she turned around, Lu Zhiqiao caught a glimpse of her daughter looking at them out of the corner of her eye... On the last weekend before the long holiday, Lu Zhiqiao only took Saturday off, and went to work on Sunday. The holiday won't start until next Wednesday. During this precious day of rest, Lu Zhiqiao wanted to use it to lie down and do nothing. But it seemed her plan couldn't catch up with the changes In the afternoon, Qi Yan had to go to the gym. Lu Zhiqiao originally didn't intend to go out, but remembered that the potted plants at home needed to be replaced, and she hadn't bought them after a long delay, and she was going to go out after all, so she simply went with Qi Yan. The gym is near Jiang University, not far from the complex. The owner is Qi Yan's friend. She has her own private room here with complete equipment. Lu Zhiqiao doesn't usually exercise very much. One is because she doesn't have time, and the other is that she just wants to be paralyzed after being busy. After a long time, she didn't bother to think about it. This trip is purely to join in the fun and watch. The private room is quiet and highly concealed. Qi Yan changed her clothes in the back room, put on the bluetooth headset, and warmed up first. She is tall and slender, with particularly long straight legs, tight and smooth muscles, and no excess fat on her body. Wearing a sports vest with a round neck, revealing her thin white neck, straight and sexy clavicle, presenting a healthy and powerful beauty. Lu Zhiqiao sat on the chair next to her, staring intently at her upper body, her heart beating wildly. Looking down, half of the white waist, the dimples in her lower back are obvious... Qi Yan didn't chat while exercising, she was so focused that she almost forgot that there was someone beside her. After she finished warming up, she got on the treadmill and slowly accelerated while listening to music, completely isolated from the outside world. After a while, her ears felt a little uncomfortable. She took off her earphones and continued running. The line hung around her neck, and the two earplugs, one left and one right, went up and down with her running pace. She was disturbed, so she slowed down and stopped, and took off her earphones and put them aside. "Don't you want to listen to the music anymore?" Lu Zhiqiao looked at her and said suddenly. Throat swallowed unconsciously. Qi Yan was taken aback for a moment, as if she just realized that there was someone beside her, and smiled: "Just taking a break, the neck band type felt uncomfortable in my neck, I'll change to a wireless one another day." "Oh." Watching her go back to the treadmill and continue running, Lu Zhiqiao took out her mobile phone, clicked on the search engine, and entered "wireless headset"... <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author's Note: Ma Ma: I want to... 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