Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Tears welled up in Lin Qingyuan's eyes at his cutting tone. She threw her arms around his neck, though she retorted indignantly, "Wouldn't you be happier if I died? You wouldn't have to get mad at me anymore!"

Long Xuan pursed his lips, and without warning, pressed her head down and kissed her fervently.

They could taste the salty rainwater on each other's lips as they became entangled in each other's arms.

In the covered corridor, Zhao Heng and Chen Qiyu shared a smile as they watched on.

Bai He had fetched an umbrella, but she was unsure if she should interrupt the scene before her.

After pondering for a moment, she eventually decided not to approach them.

The General may have a foul mouth, but there was no denying that he was extremely protective of Miss.

Otherwise, he would not have turned back despite already leaving.

Similarly, he would not let Miss stay out in the rain for too long.

Sure enough, Long Xuan soon carried Lin Qingyuan indoors.

Bai He scurried off to prepare hot water for them.

Zhao Heng and Chen Qiyu had already left considerately. They had even instructed a servant to bring them two bowls of ginger soup.

Long Xuan took the bowls and passed one of them to Lin Qingyuan.

Lin Qingyuan wrinkled her nose at the pungent smell. "Can I not drink it?"

Long Xuan knew that she disliked the smell of ginger, not to mention liquid boiled with raw ginger.

"Absolutely not. You're all soaked—you'll catch a cold if you don't drink it." He frowned, refusing to compromise.

"Dictator!" Lin Qingyuan pouted in annoyance.

"Hurry up and drink it!" Long Xuan's face softened. "Or you'll suffer when you fall sick."

Looking at the man coaxing her, Lin Qingyuan pursed her lips, took the bowl from him, and drank the soup in small sips.

After she had finished everything, Long Xuan picked up the other bowl and drank from it.

Lin Qingyuan frowned again when she noticed the water dripping from his clothes. "Your clothes are all wet. You should change out of them."

Long Xuan glanced at her. "So are yours."

Only then did Lin Qingyuan remember that she was in the same state.

She tugged at her dress, feeling uncomfortable with how the wet fabric clung to her body. "Then I'll go and change now."

Right at that moment, Bai He and the servants arrived with a tub of hot water.

Something flashed through Long Xuan's eyes. After Bai He and the servants set down the tub and left, he approached Lin Qingyuan in one stride and embraced her from behind.

"Let's bathe together."

Lin Qingyuan struggled, but to no avail, and was eventually carried into the bathtub.

…

Two days later, when Chen Qiyu and Zhao Heng's wedding was over, Lin Qingyuan and Long Xuan got ready to return to the imperial capital.

After that incident, they had grown much closer.

Although neither of them explicitly voiced their feelings, there was some sort of tacit understanding between them.

Some feelings did not need to be expressed in words to reach the other person.

Chen Xuping was there as well when they bid goodbye to Chen Qiyu and Zhao Heng.

He seemed much calmer now that he had forgotten the past, and he no longer called Lin Qingyuan his little sister because the real one was right beside him.

Lin Qingyuan was relieved as well, and she said to Chen Qiyu, "When you're free, come visit me in the imperial capital."

"I will." Chen Qiyu held her hand. "You have to come and visit me whenever you're free too."

"All right." Lin Qingyuan nodded solemnly.

Who would have known that these two women, who had previously never seen eye to eye, would become close friends?

"Remember to write to me," Lin Qingyuan reminded her again as they descended the mountain.

"I will." Chen Qiyu accompanied them until they were halfway down.

"No need to see us off. Whenever you miss me, you can always come and find me in the imperial capital." Lin Qingyuan waved to her.

"All right. Take care!" Chen Qiyu stopped in her tracks and waved in return.