Scarred Hearts — A Girls' Love Tale - Chapter 2
Shuangfei still hadn’t arrived. Luo Qinghan absentmindedly picked at a few grains of rice with her chopsticks, completely ignoring the man who was, in name, her husband—Chang Zheyun.
Every day, Luo Qinghan held on to a tiny hope, instructing the family chef to prepare light, appetizing dishes. After all, Shuangfei wasn’t fond of meat. If the food didn’t suit her taste, she might throw a little tantrum and refuse to eat, leaving her stomach empty—something Luo Qinghan couldn’t bear to imagine.
She didn’t even realize it herself, but after just one meeting, her soul seemed to have flown away. Her mind was filled with Yan Shuangfei, paying extra attention to even the smallest details for her sake.
With a blank expression, Luo Qinghan served herself a bowl of soup, paying no mind to Chang Zheyun, who sat alone in the living room watching TV.
“Is this what happens when I’m not around? You don’t eat properly anymore?”
A hallucination? Luo Qinghan shook her head, puzzled, thinking she had misheard.
“I’m talking to you, Miss Luo. I’ve been watching you count rice grains for ages.”
Yan Shuangfei cheerfully climbed in through the window, taking the bowl of soup from Luo Qinghan’s hands and sipping it. “Well, if you’re not eating, I’m claiming all this food for myself!”
“How… how did you get in? Where are the security guards?” Luo Qinghan stammered, her trembling finger pointing at the suddenly appearing Yan Shuangfei.
“They can’t catch me,” Yan Shuangfei said smugly. “I had a few things to deal with, so I’m late. Did you miss me these past few days?”
Luo Qinghan’s face turned bright red as she nervously twiddled her fingers.
“If you want the food, take it. But you have to finish it all—no leftovers,” Luo Qinghan replied stubbornly, clearly trying to change the subject.
“Alright, alright. Whatever you say.” Yan Shuangfei glanced toward the living room. “Who’s that guy?”
Hearing the voices from the kitchen, Chang Zheyun walked over.
“I didn’t see you come in.”
Here we go again. Yan Shuangfei, clearly annoyed, answered, “Can’t I come in through the kitchen window?”
“Are you a friend of Qinghan’s?” Chang Zheyun’s expression shifted, but he politely extended a hand. “I’m her husband, Chang Zheyun.”
Qinghan. He said it so intimately.
Yan Shuangfei ignored him completely, her eyes darting to his outstretched hand. It looked strong, with calluses on specific knuckles—a clear sign of frequent firearm use.
Chang Zheyun awkwardly withdrew his hand, but then watched in shock as Yan Shuangfei unabashedly wrapped her arms around Luo Qinghan. “How about I stay with you tonight?”
“Shuangfei, there’s someone else here,” Luo Qinghan muttered softly, struggling a little. But seeing the jealousy on Yan Shuangfei’s face made her laugh. She gently adjusted Shuangfei’s hair.
Chang Zheyun, visibly uncomfortable with their closeness, cleared his throat awkwardly.
“You shouldn’t stay here tonight,” Luo Qinghan said coldly, her tone almost dismissive, sending Chang Zheyun fleeing in embarrassment.
“Have you been with him?” Yan Shuangfei asked, clearly displeased, running her fingers through Luo Qinghan’s hair. During their last meeting, she had already noticed that Luo Qinghan wasn’t inexperienced.
“Yeah,” Luo Qinghan admitted briefly. “I was bored being alone for so long. He was… just tolerable enough.” She glanced nervously at Yan Shuangfei.
“And did you like it?”
“It was okay, I guess.”
“So, do you enjoy the happiness I bring you, or the happiness he brings?”
Please, stop asking these questions! Luo Qinghan lowered her head, her face burning. She knew Yan Shuangfei wouldn’t stop until she got an answer. In the faintest whisper, she said, “Yours.”
In truth, Luo Qinghan hadn’t told Yan Shuangfei that it had only happened once with that man—and only because of a drunken mistake.
“Good. From now on, I’ll be the one to make you happy,” Yan Shuangfei declared, scooping Luo Qinghan into her arms. She was grateful for her own strength; otherwise, carrying her from the kitchen to the bedroom would’ve been impossible.
“Hey!” Luo Qinghan protested, struggling. “You haven’t even eaten yet!”
“Before I’ve satisfied you, I won’t eat first.” Yan Shuangfei smirked mischievously. “When are you going to help me finalize the divorce papers?”
“Dream on!” Luo Qinghan grabbed Yan Shuangfei’s shoulders tightly. “I want you to feel uncomfortable.”
Eleven years had passed. Yan Shuangfei was no longer the child who used to tug at her clothes, begging her to stay by his side. Leaning against Yan Shuangfei’s chest, Luo Qinghan’s mind wandered as his steady and firm steps carried them forward.
Was this a good thing or a bad thing?
Luo Qinghan felt a little scared. She feared that once Yan Shuangfei changed, he’d slip out of her control.
This must be possessiveness.
“Hmm?” Yan Shuangfei placed Luo Qinghan gently on the bed. “If he ruins things between us again, I’ll just kill him.” His casual tone carried a chilling undercurrent.
As he spoke, he began marking Luo Qinghan’s neck with his own signs, lightly biting and kissing her. Luo Qinghan couldn’t help but moan softly, her hands weakly resting on Yan’s shoulders. Closing her eyes tightly, she responded in broken murmurs, “Do as you please…”
Yan Shuangfei tenderly kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes, stubbornly continuing to kiss her cheeks, soothing her gently.
Luo Qinghan was completely drained, lying limp on the bed, as if she had melted into water. Her lower abdomen twitched slightly from time to time.
After a while, Luo Qinghan rested her head on Yan Shuangfei’s firm, smooth abdomen and whispered softly, “Move in with me?”
“Alright.” Yan Shuangfei’s face lit up with joy. “But you must promise me he won’t set foot in this house again.”
“He won’t,” Luo Qinghan replied firmly, feeling Yan Shuangfei’s calloused palm caress her face.
Yan Shuangfei chuckled. What an adorable person she was.
After resting for a while, Yan Shuangfei suddenly got up, grabbed his clothes, and started putting them on in a hurry.
“You’re leaving?” Luo Qinghan’s misty eyes watched him dress. Under the warm yellow light, Yan Shuangfei’s skin seemed to glow translucently.
“Someone’s been causing trouble lately, and I need to handle it. Why? Don’t want me to leave?” Yan Shuangfei let Luo Qinghan approach him, helping him adjust his outfit.
“Mm…” Luo Qinghan lowered her head, fastening his belt. She didn’t know what else to say.
Yan Shuangfei paused, grabbed Luo Qinghan’s hands, and smiled. “Then I won’t go.”
“I still need to keep you warm in bed. How could I let others disrupt that?” The slight joke stirred a big reaction from the usually composed Luo Qinghan, and Yan Shuangfei felt proud of the influence he had over her.
If Yan Shuangfei were a king, he’d be one who cherished beauty over power, a ruler swayed by love. But Luo Qinghan was no Daji or Bao Si. Her calm decisiveness was already a trademark of the Luo family.