Chapter 75: He Will Wait for Me to Grow Up

He held her firmly in his arms, and her thoughts grew hazy and confused. Lu Qingyue leaned gently against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. In a daze, she felt he was mature and steady, handling everything with ease. With that irresistible, deadly allure he possessed, no matter how cleverly she tried to show off her wit, if Cheng Xingye were to take things seriously, she would never escape the palm of his hand.

The night breeze brushed lightly against them. The chest she relied upon vibrated slightly. He stroked her soft little ear, and his low, slow voice murmured above her head, “Diandian, hurry up and grow up.”

Lu Qingyue snapped out of her reverie, a little slow to react, and looked up dully, asking, “Why do I have to grow up so quickly?”

Youth was wonderful—comfortable, free, with no need to toil for a living. Not to mention the enviable collagen in her face. So Lu Qingyue had no desire to grow up too fast.

But Cheng Xingye gazed into her clear eyes, his heart tightening with an unbearable ache. Her beautiful eyes were full of youthful innocence, tempting yet hard to part with. He rubbed her head harder, his eyes full of heartache fixed on her, and his deep, slightly hoarse voice said, “Because only when you grow up can we fall in love.”

...

On the way home, Lu Yi rolled down the car window, letting the sea breeze fill the cabin. The slightly salty air gradually cleared their minds. The two rode in silence until the car entered the city, and the lights spread across the sky like fish scales, casting gentle warmth.

Lu Yi closed the window. The whistling wind stopped, and Lu Qingyue heard him ask, “Did you get a clear answer from him?”

Lu Qingyue pressed her lips together. “I did.”

Lu Yi stared ahead at the road, seemingly indifferent as he asked, “What did he say?”

Lu Qingyue recited Cheng Xingye’s words carefully: “He said he doesn’t have a white moonlight, and he’ll wait for me to grow up.”

As soon as she finished, the person beside her scoffed disdainfully.

“You believe everything he says?”

Lu Qingyue replied, “Why ask me to question him if you don’t believe it?”

Lu Yi: “...”

He suddenly realized that Lu Qingyue was his full-blooded sibling, inheriting their family’s sharp tongue. Her mouth was just as formidable.

Lu Yi stewed in frustration. After a while, unable to restrain himself, he pressed down his anger and said heavily, “Fine, I won’t interfere. But if you dare do anything outrageous with him, just see if I don’t break your legs!”

Lu Qingyue understood exactly what he meant, but she would never do such a thing.

She’d known Cheng Xingye for almost a year, and most of the time, she had to coax and plead just to get a hug from him—one utterly devoid of desire.

The conversation had reached this point, and Lu Qingyue knew Lu Yi truly wouldn’t interfere anymore. Without any forceful separation, he had conceded.

Lu Qingyue stole a glance at him, seeing his expression cold and hard, but not nearly as furious as before. She looked at the bright city lights outside, and the tension in her heart suddenly eased.

Lu Qingyue blinked and finally whispered, “Thank you, brother.”

...

Lu Yi said he wouldn’t meddle, and he really didn’t. Throughout the summer, he was either busy tinkering with his medical system or spending time with his girlfriend.

Their parents both worked, so she was usually home alone. It was actually a good opportunity to spend time with Cheng Xingye. But Lu Qingyue wasn’t overflowing with romantic thoughts; most of her time was spent studying diligently, and only occasionally, if Cheng Xingye finished his internship early, he would take her out for a meal.

Cheng Xingye was about to enter his fifth year. He was in a combined bachelor-master program, continuing straight into graduate studies after his undergraduate degree, facing little pressure for graduation or employment, so he started his hospital internship.

Jiang University Hospital brought in many interns each year, but few were as outstanding and handsome as Cheng Xingye. In his first week, several young nurses gathered around him, asking for his contact information. In the end, he had to use the excuse that he already had a girlfriend to politely turn away the girls eager to date him.

Before leaving work, Cheng Xingye returned to his office and checked his phone. There was a message sent just a few minutes ago.

[Lu Diandian]: Do you know what day it is three days from now?

How could Cheng Xingye not know? August 8th—her birthday.

He’d prepared her gift last month.

Guessing the little girl probably missed him again and was too shy to say so, she found an excuse to start a conversation. So he played along, pretending to be clueless.

[hOShinO]: I don’t know, remind me?

[Lu Diandian]: It’s my birthday!

She really couldn’t hold it in at all, Cheng Xingye thought, amused.

Leaning lazily against the wall, his slender fingers tapped the screen skillfully.

[hOShinO]: What gift do you want?

[Lu Diandian]: Can you wash yourself clean and deliver yourself to me?

So this was what she was waiting for?!

Cheng Xingye was speechless for a few seconds.

[hOShinO]: Can you stop filling your head with nonsense every day?

[Lu Diandian]: Huh? I just want you to sing me a birthday song, clean and tidy. Where is your mind going?

[Lu Diandian]: [smirk]

[hOShinO]: ...

When it came to wit and tongue, he really couldn’t compete with this clever little fox.

Cheng Xingye chuckled and put away his phone, about to reach for his jacket draped over the chair. A senior doctor pushed open the door and peeked in.

“Xiao Cheng, not leaving yet?”

Cheng Xingye nodded politely. “About to leave.”

He bent to grab his jacket, the muscles in his back tightening and showing their lines beneath his white shirt.

The senior doctor glanced at his lean, upright figure and suddenly sighed, “Hey, I heard you have a girlfriend? Those young nurses have been so disappointed lately. Nurse Xu from the internal medicine ward, also a Jiang University graduate like you, even asked me to find out about you a few days ago…”

Cheng Xingye smiled, saying nothing.

In truth, he didn’t have a girlfriend yet.

But in one year and three days, he would have a little girlfriend.