50 If We Can’t Be A Married Couple, We Can Still Be Friends

Lin Qing’s thin eyelashes trembled. Why did Grandma suddenly tell her this?

The old lady’s loving gaze shifted from her face to her porcelain-white hand. Her thin fingers rubbed gently as she said earnestly, “If your grandfather was still around, he would definitely be very happy to see you in a wedding dress. But if he finds out that you’ve suffered so much in the Jiang family, he’ll probably hate me to death.

Qianqian, promise Grandma that you’ll be a beautiful bride and let Grandma watch you and Yanshen walk the red carpet with my own eyes, okay?”

Doubts flashed across Lin Qingqian’s clear eyes. She felt that there was a hidden meaning in Grandma’s words, but she was afraid that she was thinking too much.

“Grandma, you…” She wanted to say something but hesitated.

The old lady let go of her hand and patted it gently twice, comforting her silently. “Grandma is fine. Grandma is just a little emotional for a moment. There’s nothing else. Go back.”

“Do you really not need me to stay behind to accompany you?” Lin Qingqian was a little worried, feeling that her condition was not right.

“There’s no need. There are doctors and nurses here. Go back and rest quickly. If you don’t rest well in the hospital, you won’t be able to be a beautiful bride.”

Seeing that her attitude was firm, Lin Qingqian did not insist anymore. She got up and tucked her in. “Then, Grandma, I will go back first. I’ll come and see you tomorrow.”

“There’s no need to come. Rest well and wait to be the most beautiful bride,” Grandma said in a low voice.

Lin Qingqian hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Alright, bye, Grandma.”

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, the old lady suddenly called out to her, “Qianqian, if… if Yanshen faces any difficulties in the future, can you help him on account of Grandma?”

Confusion flashed across Lin Qingqian’s eyes. “He’s the only son of the Jiang Family and the President of Tianyue. How can I help him in any difficulties?”

Grandma’s words were too strange.

The old lady did not explain further and only sighed softly. “No matter how strong a person is, they have their weaknesses. I just don’t want to see that one day… when he’s in trouble, there’s no one around to sincerely care about him or comfort him.”

“Grandma, such a day won’t come. Even if there is—” Lin Qingqian paused. “We were together once. As long as it’s within my ability, I won’t stand by and do nothing.”

Perhaps Grandma was just worried about Jiang Yanshen. Lin Qingqian did not want to disappoint her, and… even if such a day really came, she would not stand by and do nothing.

If they couldn’t be husband and wife, they could still be friends, as long as Jiang Yanshen wasn’t such a dog…

Hearing her words, a trace of relief appeared in the old lady’s eyes. She nodded. “Grandma understands. Go ahead.”

When Lin Qingqian walked out of the ward, she saw the man’s tall figure standing by the wall. He was holding a cell phone and talking on the phone. When he saw her coming out from the corner of his eye, he cut the call immediately.

“I’ll send you back,” he said as he walked up to her.

“No need. I’ll call a car.” She took out her phone. The ride she ordered had already been accepted.

Jiang Yanshen’s dark eyes swept across the phone screen. In the next second, he took her phone away and quickly clicked to cancel the itinerary.

He returned the cell phone to her and said in a tone that did not leave any room for negotiation, “I’ll send you back.”

Lin Qingqian: “…”

Jiang Yanshen did not ask the chauffeur to send them back. Instead, he took the car keys and drove personally.

The entire journey was silent until the car stopped at the apartment. Jiang Yanshen turned around and wanted to help her unbuckle her seatbelt, but Lin Qingqian was even faster and quickly unbuckled her seatbelt to get out of the car.

Jiang Yanshen frowned and got out of the car to look at her back. “Qianqian.”

Lin Qingqian stopped in her tracks and turned around to look at him. The moonlight was like a flower, pouring down on his body as if he was wearing a luxurious robe. He was extraordinarily handsome.

He was like a celestial being.

“Where do you want to go for your honeymoon after the wedding?” Jiang Yanshen’s thin lips moved, and his voice was calm, as if he was dealing with something. “I’ll get Song Qin to arrange it.”