My Ex-Wife Disappeared for Years and Had My Babies
Chapter 312: 223: Buying Roses to Confess at My Grave

Chapter 312: Chapter 223: Buying Roses to Confess at My Grave

“Coming to confess to me?”

The teasing words couldn’t bring a smile to Jin Qiu’s face; her heart was filled with excitement and grievance, and her voice choked up: “They said you were dead…” like a child who dropped their lollipop, crying without any care for her image.

Yang Zijing smiled: “Who told you that?”

“People from your police station… He said Detective Yang died in the line of duty, I didn’t believe it, he said there was only one Detective Yang in their police station, it couldn’t be wrong…”

Yang Zijing understood in his heart and gently touched her head: “You’re crying over this?”

Jin Qiu cried and accused: “If you weren’t dead, why didn’t you reply to my messages… It made me…” She had cried for so long.

“Stop crying, so foolishly, I haven’t been at South Street Police Station for a while now, that Detective Yang isn’t me.” Disdainfully, he reached out to wipe away the tears on her face, then led her to a gravestone, pointed with his chin, and said with a somewhat gloomy tone: “It’s that Detective Yang, we were from the same class…”

Jin Qiu looked at the photo on the tombstone, then at the flower in her hand, thinking to place one but feeling it wasn’t quite right.

Yang Zijing looked at the gravestone for a while, then suppressing his uncomfortable emotions, turned his head to look at the flower in Jin Qiu’s hand and asked with a raised eyebrow: “Isn’t this for me?”

Jin Qiu looked at the rose in her hand, thinking that she was originally planning to confess in front of his gravestone today, now it seemed rather embarrassing.

“If you didn’t tell me when I was alive, I wouldn’t be able to hear you if I were dead. Whatever you want to say, say it now while I can still hear, you never know, I might have an accident on the next mission…”

Jin Qiu immediately covered his mouth: “Don’t say that!”

Yang Zijing smiled, even sticking out his tongue to lick the palm of her hand, startling Jin Qiu into hastily withdrawing her hand, which he quickly grabbed, his smile seductive: “Pretend I’m dead, say what you want to say.”

“I… I have nothing to say.”

“Hurry up! Say that you like me, want to marry me, that you can’t live without me.”

Jin Qiu’s gaze shifted, feeling shy just listening to these cheesy words.

Yang Zijing pinched her chin, not letting her avoid his gaze. Now her eye makeup was smudged like a panda, really… so ugly.

“If you won’t say it then I will, listen up, Li Jinqiu, I like you, I want to marry you, I can’t live without you.”

Jin Qiu looked at him blankly, her mind still not caught up, her heart still not calmed down when his lips pressed onto hers.

This time, she didn’t avoid him, the kiss was prolonged, swirling with the deep scent of roses…

Yang Zijing let go of her, looking at her completely messed-up face, he unmercifully said: “So ugly.”

“Whether I’m ugly or not, what’s it to you?” Her voice was still choked up, yet she still carried her pride.

Yang Zijing hooked up a smile, “You’re not giving me the flower?”

Jin Qiu pouted, shoved the flower at him: “It’s too heavy, you hold it for me.” She threw it at him and then turned to walk away.

Yang Zijing looked at the flower in his hands, took big steps to follow her.

“I still have to go to the police station to deal with some things this afternoon, I’ll take you home now, and I’ll find you at your place tonight.”

Jin Qiu begrudgingly fastened her seatbelt, then quietly asked: “What do you need to deal with?”

Yang Zijing started the car: “It won’t be dangerous.”

Jin Qiu defiantly said: “Who’s worried you’ll be in danger?”

“I think your little mouth is asking for a kiss.” The car smoothly entered the road, he continued: “Will you make me dinner tonight?”

“I can’t cook.”

“Never mind then, I’ll cook for you.”

Jin Qiu looked at him suspiciously: “You know how to cook?”

Yang Zijing turned to look at her, jokingly saying: “I also know how to…”

As if knowing he was about to say something shameless, Jin Qiu immediately cut him off: “Stop! Then I’ll wait for you to cook for me tonight.”

He parked the car right under Jin Qiu’s residential building; Jin Qiu was no longer curious about how he found her place.

As she unbuckled her seatbelt, before her hand reached the car door, Yang Zijing pulled her body backwards. Jin Qiu turned her head in confusion only to see his handsome face suddenly closing in, the heat on her lips, and their breaths mingling.

“Wait for me tonight.”

Jin Qiu didn’t answer, hastily pushing the car door and getting out, running a few steps before stopping. As she turned back to look, he had also rolled down the window to watch her.

Hurriedly turning her gaze away, she ran into the building while her smile crept up.

Back at home, she washed her dirty face clean, made a phone call to her boss with an excuse to clear up the issue of skipping work, and slept peacefully.

In the evening, Su Nian called, saying he wanted to treat her to dinner. Jin Qiu didn’t want to spoil the mood and immediately agreed, and then called Yang Zijing.

When the two of them appeared together again, Su Nian and Wei Lan exchanged glances.