Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

When Quan Jiuxi saw the message, his fingertips paused on the keyboard for half a second.

The sycamore leaves outside the window were rustling in the autumn wind, and the sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the screen. She stared at the three words for a long time before slowly typing out "OK".

When Mo Qinghan appeared downstairs of the dormitory building, many students stopped to look.

He was wearing a long black windbreaker with the collar casually open, revealing the white turtleneck sweater underneath. His figure looked more upright than three months ago.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed foreign student raised his mobile phone to take a secret photo of him, but he was completely unaware. He just stared at the window of Quan Jiuxi's dormitory without blinking, his jawline straight, and the aloof air around him that kept strangers away was even stronger than when he was in Kyoto.

When Quan Jiuxi went downstairs, he ran into Angus getting out of the sports car.

When he saw Mo Qinghan, he was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and walked up to him and patted his shoulder: "Hey, why are you here? You didn't even tell me in advance."

Mo Qinghan moved sideways to avoid his hand, his eyes passing over him and falling on Quan Jiuxi. His eyes softened a little in an instant, but he still didn't speak.

Angus then noticed Quan Jiuxi behind him, and his smile faded a little: "Xi, you guys..."

"I'm going to buy something." Quan Jiuxi didn't look at Angus and walked straight to Mo Qinghan.

As the two walked side by side towards the street corner, the hems of their windbreakers would occasionally rub against each other, as if an electric current was running through the fabric, causing Quan Jiuxi's fingertips to feel slightly numb.

"When did you arrive?" she was the first to break the silence.

"Just got off the plane." Mo Qinghan's voice was a little hoarse from the journey.

"I saw Angus's car parked downstairs from your dorm at the airport."

When he said this, his eyes darkened, as if hiding a cumulonimbus cloud.

Quan Jiuxi glanced at him and asked, "Are you following me?"

"No." The boy denied immediately, but his ears turned red. "I'm just... worried about you."

When they reached the door of the convenience store, Mo Qinghan suddenly stopped and turned to face her.

The afternoon sun slanted down on his face, and his eyelashes cast light shadows under his eyes. In those eyes that were always covered with frost, there was now a surge of emotions that she could not understand.

"Xixi," he called her name softly, with a barely perceptible tremor at the end of his voice.

"Ignore Angus. He's not the right one for you."

Quan Jiuxi raised his eyebrows: "Are you suitable for me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the young man suddenly grabbed her wrist. His palm was burning hot, but his eyes were more serious than ever before:

"I'm more suitable than him."

The glass door of the convenience store was pushed open by the wind, and the wind chimes jingled. Quan Jiuxi looked at his face so close to him, and saw himself clearly reflected in his eyes. His heartbeat suddenly became irregular.

She tried to break free, but he held her wrist tighter until he lowered his head and his warm breath fell on her ear: "I know we are siblings, but I can't control myself..."

"Mo Qinghan!" Quan Jiuxi pushed him away violently, his cheeks burning incredibly hot.

She turned to leave, but he hugged her from behind.

The boy's chest was pressed against her back, and his heart was beating so fast and sharply that it seemed like it was about to jump out of his throat.

[Sir, you are so pretentious.] Xiaoyi suddenly said.

Quan Jiuxi's expression froze for a moment, and he said, "Please cough."

"Don't hide from me." His voice was muffled in her neck, with a bit of grievance in his nasal voice, "I like you..."

"Let go!" Quan Jiuxi's voice trembled a little.

At this moment, Angus's voice suddenly rang out: "Mo, what are you doing?"

Angus chased after them and tried to separate them, but was forced back by Mo Qinghan's glare.

The boy's eyes seemed to be icy. He let go of Quan Jiuxi and held her hand instead. "As you can see."

"You are not..."

The farce ended when Quan Jiuxi asked Mo Qinghan to leave.

When Quan Jiuxi returned to the dormitory, Lucy was staring at the computer screen in amazement: "Xi, did you see that? The way Mo Qinghan looked at Angus just now was as if he wanted to eat him. Aren't they friends?"

Quan Jiuxi didn't say anything. He walked to the window and watched Mo Qinghan's car disappear around the corner.

That's almost it.

She touched her chin, a smile flashing in her eyes.

Mo Qinghan stayed in London for a whole week.

He did not lose control like he did that day, but showed up outside Quan Jiuxi's class every day without fail, waiting for her to have dinner together and accompany her to the library.

He doesn't talk much, but he always offers her a cup of hot coffee when she needs it, or silently helps her organize scattered documents when she frowns.

This kind of silent tenderness moved Quan Jiuxi more than any passionate confession.

She pretended to try to avoid him, but always when she turned around, she would run into him standing not far away, like a silent sculpture, his eyes stubbornly following her figure.

On Friday night, Quan Jiuxi was invited to attend a financial forum.

She wore a black velvet long dress with her long hair loosely tied up, revealing her slender neck and delicate collarbone.

When Mo Qinghan came to pick her up, his Adam's apple rolled noticeably the moment he saw her.

"Very beautiful," he murmured, handing her a black blazer. "It's cold tonight."

The neon lights flickered outside the car window, making the outline of his profile even deeper.

Quan Jiuxi was wearing a coat that carried his body temperature, and the faint scent of cedar on his body lingered on his nose, and he suddenly felt a little suffocated.

"Mo Qinghan," she said softly, "you should go back."

"Wait until your forum is over." He looked straight ahead, his tone brooking no room for argument.

It was late at night when the forum ended.

Mo Qinghan sent her back to the dormitory and parked the car downstairs, but neither of them spoke.

The carriage was so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing. The ambiguous atmosphere grew like a vine, entwining the hearts of both of them.

"Xixi," Mo Qinghan suddenly leaned closer, his warm breath brushing her cheek, "Give me a little more time, I will prove..."

Before he could finish his words, Quan Jiuxi kissed him on the lips. The girl's kiss was a little clumsy and eager, like a frightened little animal, but with the courage to make a desperate move.

Mo Qinghan was stunned for a second, then took the initiative and deepened the kiss. The moonlight from outside the car window shone through the glass, falling on the intertwined figures of the two, outlining a hazy halo.

Just then, someone suddenly knocked on the car window.

Quan Jiuxi pushed Mo Qinghan away and turned around to see Su Manli and Mo Zhenxiong standing outside the car with ashen faces.

Su Manli's voice was trembling with anger: "You...what are you doing?!"

Quan Jiuxi: "..."

Damn it.

She pushed open the car door and got out, "Why are you here?"

"If we don't come soon, will we have to watch you do ridiculous things with our own eyes?!"

Mo Zhenxiong pointed at him, shaking with anger, "She's your sister, how could you..."

"We are not siblings." Mo Qinghan suddenly spoke, walked to Quan Jiuxi, held her hand tightly, and looked at Su Manli and Mo Zhenxiong with a firm look.

"I like Xixi, but it's not the kind of love a younger brother has for his older sister."

"Shut up!" Mo Zhenxiong interrupted him abruptly, his expression even uglier than Su Manli's. "What did I teach you? That's your sister!"

"I don't care!" Mo Qinghan's voice was a little hoarse with stubbornness. "I'm with her, not on impulse."

Quan Jiuxi rubbed his forehead, caught off guard by the situation.

How come they suddenly appeared here?

[Sir, Mo Qinghan flew here secretly. After his company matters were resolved, he wanted to come and see you. I just reminded you that you are too involved...]

The argument that night ended in a bad mood.

Su Manli and Mo Zhenxiong flew back to Kyoto overnight. Before leaving, they made a harsh threat that they would break off their relationship if they dared to be together.

Quan Jiuxi stood downstairs of the dormitory building, watching the planes fly across the night sky.

Mo Qinghan hugged her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head: "Don't worry, I'm here."

Quan Jiuxi didn't say anything, but just rubbed his head gently, "You're still worried about whether you'll be beaten when you go back."

Mo Qinghan paused, "As long as you agree that we can fight ten times together."

.....

In the following days, Quan Jiuxi devoted all his energy to study and work.

She no longer saw Mo Qinghan and set his messages to do not disturb, but when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, she couldn't help but think of the warmth of his palm and the kiss under the moonlight.

Mo Qinghan did not give up.

He would send her messages every day, telling her what he was doing, reminding her to eat on time, and even taking pictures of the new products from her favorite dessert shop and sending them to her.

He also got in touch with a financial project she was in charge of through his mentor, and joined the team with his outstanding professional ability. In this way, he got closer to her little by little. Even in project meetings, he always looked at her with unconcealable tenderness.

When the project reached a critical stage, Quan Jiuxi suddenly fainted in the conference room due to staying up late for several consecutive nights.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on a hospital bed, and the white sheets smelled faintly of disinfectant.

Mo Qinghan fell asleep on the edge of the bed. There was a dark blue under his eyes, as if they were stained with ink. He was holding a copy of her physical examination report in his hand, and his fingertips were white from the force.

The sunlight shone through the window onto his face, casting a soft halo around him, softening his usually cold and hard lines.

Quan Jiuxi's heart skipped a beat, as if it had been gently bumped by something.

She reached out and gently stroked his messy hair, feeling the soft touch on her fingertips.

This boy who always hides his emotions deeply is actually more stubborn and affectionate than anyone else.

On the day the project was successful, Quan Jiuxi drank some wine at the celebration party.

When Mo Qinghan came to pick her up, she hugged his arm and asked with red eyes: "Mo Qinghan, will we really be opposed by everyone?"

The boy squatted down, looked her in the eyes, and said in a serious tone: "No matter who objects, I will not let go."

He took out a small velvet box from his pocket and opened it. Inside was a ring with a simple design.

"When you graduate, we'll get married. I'll go and apologize to them until they agree."

Quan Jiuxi looked at the determination in his eyes and suddenly smiled: "Okay."

A year later, Quan Jiuxi graduated with excellent grades, rejected invitations from many Wall Street investment banks, and chose to return to China for development.

Mo Qinghan had already convinced Mo Zhenxiong - he used his own abilities to prove that he was responsible enough to bring happiness to Quan Jiuxi.

Su Manli still refused to give in, but she no longer mentioned severing the relationship.

Quan Jiuxi knew that she just needed time.

That day, Quan Jiuxi went to see Su Manli with his investment plan. She didn't mention anything about Mo Qinghan, but just told her seriously about her plans and her vision for the future.

As Su Manli listened, her eyes suddenly turned red: "You are as stubborn as your father. Once you make up your mind, no one can change it."

Quan Jiuxi held her hand. The fingertips of her hands were a little rough due to years of hard work, but they were extremely warm.

She said softly, "Mom, I know you're doing this for my own good. But when it comes to relationships, I want to make my own choices. Mo Qinghan... he's really good to me."

Su Manli didn't say anything, but just sighed. In that sigh, there was helplessness and a hint of imperceptible relaxation.

The next day, Su Manli found Quan Jiuxi with a divorce agreement in her hand. The edges of the paper were wrinkled, obviously having been rubbed repeatedly.

Quan Jiuxi was a little surprised and stood up: "You are..."

"Mom has made up her mind," Su Manli's voice was a little hoarse, but her eyes were filled with a resolute determination.

"I've already lived half my life and suffered a lot, but I can't let my daughter be stabbed in the back because of this relationship.

If I divorce your Uncle Mo, you two will no longer be step-siblings, and no one will be able to gossip about us."

Quan Jiuxi looked at the new white hair on Su Manli's ears, and his heart felt like it was blocked by something, sore and swollen.

She walked forward and hugged Su Manli tightly: "Thank you, Mom."

Half a year later, Mo Qinghan won the championship in a racing competition.

On the podium, he faced the camera and suddenly raised the ring in his hand: "Quan Jiuxi, marry me."

The live broadcast instantly cut to the audience seats, where Quan Jiuxi was standing in a white dress, nodding.

The proposal sent shockwaves through the racing world.

Su Manli watched her daughter on TV, crying and laughing, and finally burst into tears. Mo Zhenxiong handed her a tissue and said, "The children are grown up now. Let them make their own decisions."

The wedding took place a year later.

Su Manli covered Quan Jiuxi with a veil herself, patted her hands and said, "You must be happy."

Mo Qinghan stepped forward with a smile and took Quan Jiuxi's hand: "I will treat her well."

The sunlight shone through the stained glass of the church and fell on the two people's clasped hands, and the simple ring sparkled.

Quan Jiuxi looked at himself in Mo Qinghan's eyes and smiled.

Their love may not be favored by the world, but under each other's protection, it has blossomed into the most beautiful flowers.

Just as Quan Jiuxi often said, true happiness is never about living the way others expect you to, but about bravely choosing the life you want.

Married life is peaceful and warm.

Quan Jiuxi established his own investment company and quickly gained a foothold in the industry with his accurate vision and decisive decision-making.

Mo Qinghan runs the family business while continuing his racing career. Before every race, Quan Jiuxi will go to the scene to cheer him on.

Su Manli did not get a divorce at first because Mo Zhenxiong refused to agree. The two now live abroad.

Quan Jiuxi and Mo Qinghan get together every month.

The relationship between father and son also eased a lot.

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