Lin Qianyi一 walked out of the room. Meng Junchuan, who was sitting on the sofa, looked up and froze for a moment.
“Let’s go.” Lin Qianyi picked up her handmade cloth bag.
Meng Junchuan quickly came back to his senses. The girl was too beautiful—every time he saw her, it was a new surprise, each time more stunning than the last.
She was wearing a gray-black dress, a color most young women wouldn’t like, yet on her it carried an extraordinary elegance, making her features look even more vivid and radiant.
Sigh. If he wasn’t by her side, he really wouldn’t feel at ease letting her walk the streets alone.
He had completely forgotten that when he first met Lin Qianyi, she had been kicking someone with her foot.
The two of them went downstairs.
It was a rest day, and the residential compound was packed with people. The moment the two appeared, they immediately drew everyone’s attention.
They were simply too striking—he was tall, handsome, and straight-backed in his military uniform; she was delicate and beautiful, her long dress flowing gracefully.
Whether out of envy or jealousy, everyone had to admit in their hearts that they looked incredibly well-matched.
Many families who had once considered things now felt a pang of bitterness seeing them together.
Even the younger ones who had once harbored thoughts were especially heartbroken.
How had Lin Qianyi become even more beautiful? She was like a blooming flower, more dazzling than ever.
The pain of unrequited love tormented the young men, their gazes toward the couple filled with sadness.
Lin Qianyi was completely unaware, but Meng Junchuan—keen-eyed like a hawk—noticed it.
He sneered inwardly. What’s with all those wronged expressions?
Looks like he needed to hurry things at home. So many people were thinking about his girl—it was a bit worrying.
“Qianyi, your boyfriend’s here again?” someone greeted them.
“It’s his day off,” Lin Qianyi replied with a smile. Meng Junchuan also nodded in greeting.
Many people gathered around to chat, and since the car was parked not far away, the two couldn’t just walk straight over.
They had to stop and exchange a few words.
Luckily, Meng Junchuan had a strong presence, so no one dared to be too intrusive—just greetings, nothing more.
Eventually, they broke through the crowd and got into the car.
“Phew—” Lin Qianyi exhaled. “They’re usually not this enthusiastic with me. It’s all because of you.”
“My fault,” Meng Junchuan said with a smile as he started the engine, and the car slowly left the machinery factory.
“Where do you want to go?” he asked.
“I don’t really know. Just drive around slowly,” she said.
So he drove leisurely, the two of them chatting and enjoying the scenery along the way.
People walking on the roadside were even moving faster than their car, prompting frequent glances from passersby.
Only these two would casually do something like this.
They slowly reached the town center, where it became more crowded and the roads narrower.
“Let’s get out and walk,” Lin Qianyi suggested.
It didn’t feel appropriate to keep driving around like this, taking up the whole road.
Meng Junchuan agreed. He parked the car, and they got out.
As expected, they once again attracted a large crowd of attention.
But they were used to it and walked calmly and freely.
“Mei Mei, what’s wrong?” a woman’s anxious voice suddenly called out ahead.
“Is the child choking? I just saw him eating something earlier,” someone nearby said.
“I saw it too.”
“The kid’s face is turning purple—take him to the hospital quickly!”
“He can’t even make a sound. It must be serious!”
People were talking all at once. A woman was desperately crying out in panic.
Meng Junchuan and Lin Qianyi rushed forward immediately.
“I have a car,” Meng Junchuan said, preparing to pick the child up and take him there.
But Lin Qianyi stopped him. She saw the child—about six or seven years old—his face already turning purple. There was no time to waste.
“Trust me,” she said, placing her bag into his hands.
She immediately performed the Heimlich maneuver—something widely taught in her later world and considered essential basic knowledge.
The woman tried to pull her away, and others also stepped forward in confusion and chatter.
Meng Junchuan didn’t know what she was doing, but he chose to trust her. He stopped others from interfering, ready to take responsibility if anything went wrong.
Lin Qianyi stood behind the child, wrapped her arms around him, formed a fist, placed it at his abdomen, and thrust upward forcefully several times.
A piece of food popped out of the child’s mouth.
“Waaah—” the child cried out.
“He coughed it out!” someone shouted.
“He’s crying now—he’s okay!” the crowd cheered.
“Still, you should take him to the hospital,” Lin Qianyi said.
“I’m a doctor, let me take a look.”
An elderly man in his sixties stepped forward, having rushed over after hearing the commotion. He examined the child and confirmed there was no serious issue.
“Thank you, thank you so much,” the woman said repeatedly, relieved. However, she kept thanking Meng Junchuan.
The woman looked young, likely the child’s older sister, dressed neatly—probably from a well-off family.
Lin Qianyi glanced at her speechlessly.
Hey, I was the one who saved him.
“Not me—it was my girlfriend who saved the child,” Meng Junchuan said calmly, walking to Lin Qianyi’s side.
“Miss, how did you do that just now?” the elderly doctor asked excitedly.
“This is called the Heimlich maneuver,” she explained.
She then carefully taught him the steps and precautions without holding anything back.
The doctor was extremely excited and planned to promote it at the hospital immediately. He hadn’t expected her to be so selfless.
The woman finally came over to thank Lin Qianyi properly and even invited them to her home for a meal, but they declined.
They didn’t leave their names either and simply returned to the car.
Meng Junchuan was not the type to dig into things. In this era, having a unique skill could be a lifeline, and most people would keep it to themselves.
But Lin Qianyi had openly taught it to a doctor so it could be spread and used to save lives.
That alone showed her character.
He felt a quiet sense of pride.
“Still want to go anywhere, or head straight home?” he asked.
“Let’s go home,” she said.
They had been out long enough—it was time to prepare lunch.
“Let’s stop by the market first to buy vegetables,” Meng Junchuan added.
“Okay.”