Here is the translation of the Chinese chapter:
When Qin Yanan left, the morning fog had not yet dissipated, and the tall buildings of the city were invisible, shrouded in mist. Only the narrow alleys and old houses were visible, making it seem like she had returned to the old city of the past.
Zhong Qing stood beside a black Maybach S680, opening the car door for Qin Yanan, and driving towards the not-too-distant Baolong Center.
“Third Young Lady hasn’t woken up yet.” Zhong Qing gazed at the distant fog, and the towering Baolong Center was also hidden from view.
“I’m a bit tired too.” Without choosing to take the high-speed rail or plane, they had driven here, and from last night to now, Qin Yanan wasn’t about to collapse, but she wanted to rest well, and since her accommodations in Junsha weren’t ready, going to Zhu Juntang’s place for a few days was a good choice.
Zhong Qing didn’t say another word, parking the car and taking Qin Yanan up to the top floor via the elevator.
“He really knows how to enjoy life.” Qin Yanan didn’t hide her envy; she had just noticed that the parking lot Zhong Qing had stopped at belonged exclusively to Zhu Juntang, and was completely separated from the other parking lots of the Baolong Center. The sightseeing elevator could see the rolling fog outside, making it seem like she had left the mortal world.
“Do you need me to prepare breakfast for you?” Zhong Qing asked.
Qin Yanan nodded.
Arriving at Zhu Juntang’s room, Zhong Qing left, and Qin Yanan looked at the oil paintings of a young girl on the wall, as well as the beautiful female lead on the TV screen, all of which were Zhu Juntang herself, and couldn’t help but reveal a faintly mocking smile. Zhu Juntang was truly narcissistic, as her residence was filled with her own photos, or displayed on various screens.
Walking to the edge of Zhu Juntang’s bed, Qin Yanan looked out at the fog-covered city, where only a few tall buildings pierced through the fog, and in the distance, the mountain range and the beacon on the mountaintop were faintly visible. Standing here, overlooking the entire city, Qin Yanan suddenly felt that if she were to really stay in Junsha, this kind of residence wouldn’t be bad.
Thinking about how Zhu Juntang woke up every day in this luxurious setting, it was truly enviable.
Qin Yanan went to change into comfortable clothes and didn’t go to the guest room, instead returning to Zhu Juntang’s bedside. Zhong Qing brought her breakfast, and Qin Yanan sat on the bed, drinking water and flipping through a book.
Perhaps the sound of the book pages flipping was too crisp, as Zhu Juntang woke up, looked at Qin Yanan sitting beside her, and then turned to close her eyes again.
Qin Yanan looked at Zhu Juntang’s profile; she indeed had the capital to be narcissistic, as older women would always envy those younger than themselves. There was still a hint of baby fat on Zhu Juntang’s cheeks, which was somewhat adorable, and her skin was as smooth as milk, with delicate earlobes and eyelashes that were clean and bright in the light.
“I seem to have seen the precious darling of the Qin family, or am I dreaming?” Zhu Juntang closed her eyes, her voice lazy and drawn out, as she stretched her arms and yawned.
“Third Young Lady, the sun is shining on your butt.” Qin Yanan looked at Zhu Juntang kicking off her blankets, her beautiful buttocks were simply stunning, and the pure white bed sheets and blankets were as soft as flowers. A wisp of fog floated outside, making it seem like this was the setting for a little fairy.
Zhu Juntang didn’t respond, not bothering to get up, as she wasn’t someone who liked to wake up early. Diligence and hard work were essential for anyone, but why did they have to choose the most comfortable morning to be diligent and hardworking?
Qin Yanan finished her breakfast, washed her face, and removed her light makeup, before lying down in Zhu Juntang’s bed. “I’ve disturbed you.”
“Give me a chest massage, and I’ll give you the bed.” Zhu Juntang stretched out her hand, heavily pawing at Qin Yanan’s chest.
“Don’t touch me!” Qin Yanan quickly blocked her, as girls playing with each other’s chests was hard to avoid, but Qin Yanan didn’t like it, finding it uncomfortable.
“No fun.” Zhu Juntang placed her hands on her own chest, feeling it, and seemingly still had no hopes of having a voluptuous chest like Qin Yanan’s.
This was indeed an unacceptable reality.
She opened her eyes, her gaze fluttering, as if surrounded by light, before turning to look at Qin Yanan with a slight surprise. “So early, did you take an early bus or drive here?”
“I took a car, not from the capital.” Qin Yanan yawned comfortably, Zhu Juntang’s bed was custom-made, and in her words, at least one-third of her life was spent in bed, which was where she did what she loved the most. A bed couldn’t be just ordinary, it had to be treated like Qin Shi Huang and Han Wu Di treated their own tombs.
This bed was probably more luxurious than her Maybach S680.
“Then were you with the pig kid?” Zhu Juntang laughed foolishly, before looking extremely disgusted. “I can smell the pig shit on you.”
“Do you have a brain? Cargo cars are used to transport pigs? Moreover, when did you, Third Young Lady, go to a pig farm and learn what pig shit smells like?” Qin Yanan asked angrily, before laughing. “I think it’s you who has a foul mouth, mistakenly thinking it’s the smell of pig shit.”
“Sly tongue.” Zhu Juntang lay down again, “What are you doing in Junsha? You didn’t say yesterday, can you say it now?”
“I suspect it’s for a blind date.” Qin Yanan’s mood suddenly turned very bad.
Zhu Juntang sat up again, looking extremely excited, “How is that? Who’s the other party? Someone from Junsha who can match the precious darling of the Qin family?”
Qin Yanan glared at her, “You’re one to talk.”
“What about it? Is it someone like Ma Wei Ming, Lin Huai Nan, or Zhao Gao’s son… uh, what’s his name?” Zhu Juntang thought for a while, but couldn’t come up with a suitable match.
Zhu Juntang had been in Junsha for a year, and didn’t know many people, but there was no one she considered worthy, and Qin Yanan was even more fastidious, Zhu Juntang really couldn’t think of who Old Qin would arrange for her to meet.
“Don’t keep calling me ‘precious darling’ like that, I’m annoyed.” Qin Yanan was getting frustrated.
“Ma Wei Ming? Lin Huai Nan? Or is it Zhao Gao’s son… uh, what’s his name?” Zhu Juntang thought for a while, but couldn’t come up with a suitable match.
“They’re not. You don’t know…” Qin Yanan sighed lightly, “Yesterday, Father received a letter, probably from one of his old friends, and then he had me come to return the favor… Let me meet someone, and he told me to stay in Junsha for a while, my task is to get to know him better and coordinate with his lifestyle and work needs.”
“Looks like that’s possible.” Zhu Juntang’s expression turned serious, her brow furrowing, “It seems like the old man likes to play matchmaker, and I guess he made a promise back then, and that person wrote a letter to remind your father.”
“I think so too.” Qin Yanan was worried and upset, the more she thought about it, the more it seemed like that.
“Have you seen him? What’s he like?”
“I’ve seen him.”
“Tell me more.”
Qin Yanan lay down on the pillow, exhausted, “He’s probably around the same age as me, or maybe a bit younger, and he looks okay, but as soon as he started calling my father ‘old friend’, I felt like I was being treated like a junior. You can imagine how annoyed I was.”
“Then you can just call him ‘ancestor’ from now on, he wouldn’t dare pursue his own descendant, would he?” Zhu Juntang burst out laughing.
“And then, Father and his friends back then, no matter their background, cultural level, or lifestyle, they could all live together for a common revolutionary ideal. But now? We have different living habits, different outlooks, and different social circles, how can we be together?” Qin Yanan raised a very practical question, “With different ideologies, life would be incompatible, and there would be disagreements on big and small matters. Can a forced relationship be sweet?”
Zhu Juntang shook her head.
“Don’t you guys stress about door-to-door matchups?”
Qin Yanan looked at Zhu Juntang in doubt.
“All your theories are just pretend, if you really like someone, can you consider so many things?” Zhu Juntang tapped her chest, as if to pinpoint her own heart, and said, “If the other person’s background isn’t on the same level, cultural level, lifestyle, outlook, social circle… none of that matters if you like them, then all those things aren’t obstacles to being together.”
Qin Yanan was surprised by Zhu Juntang’s words, which seemed to have some truth to them. However, if Zhu Juntang met someone like Liu Chang’an, she might not think the same way.
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