A Long Way to Marriage: Sweet New Wife Loves Not Enough

It was already dark when Lin Qinghuan woke up from the lounge of the hot spring club.

Su Lu sat beside her and looked at her mobile phone.

Probably because she slept for too long, Lin Qinghuan felt a headache: "Hiss..."

And Su Lu heard the voice and immediately went over: "What's wrong?"

Lin Qinghuan shook her head: "It's nothing, just a little headache..."

"Have you caught a cold?" Su Lu walked to the tea table next to her and poured her a cup of ginger syrup that she had prepared earlier.

Lin Qinghuan took it and took a sip, then said slowly after a while: "When did Miss Gu leave?"

"Just left for a while." Su Lu said directly, and added after a while: "What's wrong?"

Lin Qinghuan opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

she just...

As if in a dream, a familiar voice asked her in the dream: "Think about it carefully, what is the name of the elder sister of the adoptive parents' family?"

what is it call……

The dream stops here.

However, thanks to that dream, she seemed to remember something.

For example, in these years, she clearly knew that she was sent out to be fostered by He Min when she was very young, but she didn't have any impression of her adoptive parents' family. Just now, through that dream, she seemed to remember something.

Brushes and paints were originally hers, but in the end they all belonged to someone else.

And, strangely, everything in the dream was extremely contradictory.

To say that her adoptive parents were kind to her... But why didn't they say a word for her when that sister snatched her brushes and paints?
To put it badly...

But she obviously got those things from them?

She wanted to retrieve her memory, but... the more things she thought about, the more complicated the information she got.

Ginger syrup itself is sweating, plus... due to the reasons in her heart, fine sweat oozes from her forehead, making her body very greasy and uncomfortable.

Lin Qinghuan subconsciously wanted to get up from the recliner and take a shower, but only then lifted the spies on her body, felt the soft touch on her hands, and belatedly raised her head to look at Su Lu who was standing beside her, and asked with frowned eyebrows: "I... …Aren’t you taking a hot spring?”

When Su Lu heard her say this, she couldn't help but rolled her eyes at her: "What are you talking about! Miss Gangu came in and saw you falling asleep in the hot spring, and she was almost scared to death by you!"

Lin Qinghuan was silent and did not speak.

If she remembered correctly, apart from that dream, her last memory before falling asleep was indeed in the hot spring. She just suddenly realized that she was lying on a deck chair, thinking that there was something wrong with her memory.

But if, as Su Lu said, she and Ms. Gu saw her falling asleep in the hot spring and got her out, then everything would be clear.

However, Lin Qinghuan was still a little puzzled, but he didn't pay much attention to it: "But why don't you just wake me up? Just hypnotize me when I'm drowsy?"

"I..." Su Lu was at a loss for words for a while, but she quickly said, not very happy: "I'm not a psychiatrist, she said that would be better, what else can I say?"

Lin Qinghuan was silent, not saying anything.

The purpose of psychotherapy is to reduce anxiety, relieve physical and mental stress, hypnotize in a more relaxed and less defensive state, or help psychotherapists have a deeper understanding of the patient's condition, so as to formulate better treatment plan.

So, from this point of view, there was nothing wrong with Gu Jing's choice at the time.

It's just that Lin Qinghuan never liked this... completely unknown state.

She voluntarily sought the intervention of a psychotherapist for memory recovery treatment, and receiving treatment without knowing it always made her feel awkward...

However, since it was over, she didn't have to worry about it anymore.

I took a shower in the lounge and went back.

The light was on in the villa, and she thought Rong Che had come back, but when she went in, she found Mu Yun standing in the living room, looking at the spiral staircase, an oil painting she had just put on.

Lin Qinghuan bought that painting from a street artist and painted it himself.

Probably because she is also an art-related designer. For art itself, she doesn't really care whether the painting is made by a famous artist or not, but that this work brings people the most direct sense.

However, these are her own affairs. Now, what she should think about most is why Mu Yun is here.

Lin Qinghuan stood in the entrance hallway for a while, when Mu Yun heard movement at the door, he turned his head and glanced, the two of them met their eyes and remained silent.

After a while, Mu Yun raised the corners of his mouth and spoke first: "Siyuan is tired, Mama Liu took him up to rest."

"En..." Lin Qinghuan's voice was weak, and finally, with a smile, she walked from the porch to Mu Yun, and with a smile on her face, she hesitated for a while and said, "It's so late, why are you here?"

Mu Yun didn't hide it either: "Siyuan misses you all, so you have to ask me to send him back, even tomorrow." Then, he paused, and said with a sigh of relief: "Anyway, you're back, and I'm here too. Nothing else, let's go first."

"That..." Lin Qinghuan obviously didn't expect Mu Yun to be so straightforward, he hesitated for a while and said, "Why don't you live here today? Running back and forth is quite a hassle..."

The corners of Mu Yun's mouth twitched, and his tone was never relaxed before: "Staying at home all day is either playing mahjong or reading, and going out for a trip can be regarded as exercising, but I don't feel tormented."

Lin Qinghuan: "But it's already late..."

"I'm getting older, so I go to bed late." As he spoke, he raised his hand to look at the time, and then said, "It's just the right time to go back."

Lin Qinghuan was speechless.

I don't know how to deal with it at all.

She and Mu Yun are probably...the same kind of people.

Indifferent and clumsy, he may be wrong, but he won't make a mess of mistakes, but he is too good at wrapping his weak and vulnerable heart with an indifferent appearance.

But in front of Mu Yun, she was always too immature.

Mu Yun looked at her, the corners of his mouth raised casually, and after a while, he chuckled: "The painting just now is not bad, can I receive other works by this artist?"

Lin Qinghuan was a little embarrassed: "Other words..."

"The only work?"

Lin Qing smiled happily: "Actually, I got that painting from a street performer, it's not a famous masterpiece..." However, after thinking about it carefully, these words seemed a bit ill-advised to Mu Yun.

Mu Yun herself was born in a scholarly family, so she must have her own deep and unique understanding of art, and it's not hard to hear her appreciation for the painting from her words just now.

After living in the Rong family for so many years, what kind of art collection has she never seen?

Whether it was made by a famous artist or not may not be important to her.

Thinking about it, he smiled apologetically: "If you like the work just now, I think you may not like his other works."

"Oh?" Mu Yun frowned slightly, with a look of anticipation on his face.

Lin Qinghuan held a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, gentle and casual: "In fact, he has a lot of works, which are lined up next to each other. Looking at them one by one is still quite shocking...and also very cruel."

"Cruel?" Mu Yun frowned with interest.

Lin Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, and said slowly: "It's like watching a... a person who is obviously so talented, who is bound in a cocoon, loses his own wings one by one, and slowly walks towards the whole process of extinction."

The smile at the corner of Mu Yun's mouth slowly filled with gloom, and her eyes sank involuntarily, as if she was remembering something...

Lin Qinghuan frowned slightly, and just about to say something, Rong Che's familiar voice came from the entrance: "It's the first time I've seen someone standing and chatting like you..."

Rong Che's voice brought Mu Yun back to his senses, without even waiting for Rong Che to say anything, Mu Yun walked towards the entrance: "It's almost time for me to rest, and Archer just happened to be back, so you should hurry up too rest."

After finishing speaking, no matter what Lin Qinghuan and Rong Che said, they left directly.

Mama Liu is dedicated to taking care of Rong Siyuan, and Mama Liu will naturally be in the villa when Siyuan is in the villa.

Mu Yun has his own driver, who is waiting outside now.

Rong Che had just returned, so he didn't even know what Mu Yun and Lin Qinghuan were talking about, but seeing that Mu Yun was about to leave, he followed Lin Qinghuan out to see him off.

Mu Yun got into the car, and before closing the car door, he suddenly said to Lin Qinghuan: "Actually, that painting is not suitable for your stair entrance. If you want, how about giving it to me?"

Lin Qinghuan was slightly startled, but quickly nodded and said: "Okay, you were at home that day, I will send you there."

"I'm at home every day." After saying that, he closed the car door and let the driver drive away.

Rong Che watched Mu Yun's car drive away, and frowned at Lin Qinghuan: "What painting, she asked you to ask for it and you gave it?"

Lin Qinghuan laughed speechlessly: "It's just a painting, and it's nothing special. Besides, it's not someone asking me for it, but my mother asking me for it. Is it possible that I can't give it?"

Rong Che stopped Lin Qinghuan's shoulders and walked into the villa, pondered for a moment and said, "Is that the one with the stairs?"

Lin Qinghuan nodded.

"No wonder..." Rong Che's voice was full of meaning.

Lin Qinghuan frowned: "You seem to know something?"

"That's my own mother!" Rong Che stretched out his hand and pinched her cheek: "It looks so clever all day long, what's the use of it other than planning to torment me?"

Lin Qinghuan laughed dumbly.

To be honest, it is indeed... a guilty conscience.

Rong Che lowered his eyes and looked down at her, seeing that she just smiled resentfully and didn't speak, Shen Ya's eyes were slightly condensed, and the strength holding her arm was a little bit heavier: "You don't know what to do now Are you torturing me?"

"How...how could it be!"

However, when she said this, Lin Qinghuan almost bit her own tongue.

However, seeing her guilty conscience, Rong Che suddenly felt that he wanted to pinch her in his hands and ruthlessly ravage her.The calculating cunning on her face was obviously too hard to hide, but she still dared to deny it without shame?
Just thinking that way, Rong Che leaned over and hugged Lin Qinghuan.

All this happened so suddenly, Lin Qinghuan subconsciously put her arms around Rong Che's neck, the panic in her eyes could not be concealed...