Chapter 160: Song Chuchu, I Hate You
“Who calls their wife by her name?” Changqing snatched the phone over vexedly and changed it to “Qing Bao.”
“Really… shameless.” Song Chuyi moved his lips.
“That would make it look more intimate.” Changqing pouted her lips high up and threw his phone back to him, saying tyrannically, “You’re not allowed to change it.”
Song Chuyi looked at the two words helplessly. If Zhan Mingwei and Li Shaobin were to see it, they would definitely mock him again.
“Also…” Changqing said again, “Next time, you’re not allowed to have a candle-lit dinner with Li Shaobin. We didn’t even have a candle-lit dinner together before, we’ve never watched a movie together yet and you haven’t even cut sashimi personally for me before.”
“When did I have a candle-lit dinner with him?” Song Chuyi frowned. What nonsense was this?
“Tonight.” Changqing crossed her arms and looked depressed. “When I called you, Li Shaobin said the two of you were having a candle-lit dinner at sea and said that I’ve been hogging you. When have I always hogged you?”
Song Chuyi clenched his teeth*. Li Shaobin, that b*stard. If I don’t beat him up the next time I see him, I’m not a Song.* “You believe whatever people tell you. How could I possibly have a candle-lit dinner with Li Shaobin? We were having dinner out at sea but Mingwei and his wife were there too. The four of us went out to sea. I was cutting the sashimi because I have good cutting skills while Mingwei’s wife was in charge of cooking. Li Shaobin was teasing you, silly.”
“What?” Changqing was in a daze. When she came back to her senses, she was still quite happy. “You can’t fault me since Li Shaobin was the one who picked up the call. Besides, the relationship between you two was ambiguous, to begin with.”
“Since when was my relationship with him ambiguous?” Song Chuyi’s handsome face tensed up as he stared at her. If she dared to say anything else, he would definitely teach her a good lesson.
Changqing shuffled to the side guiltily as she said, “Because… because I’ve never seen Li Shaobin with a girlfriend. Besides, he treats you like you’re an imperial edict. You were on a break but instead of accompanying me, you went to accompany him.”
“What do you know about the things between men?” Song Chuyi let out a deep sigh. He had to calm himself down. Even if he were to become homosexual one day, he wouldn’t want Li Shaobin, that fool. “We went out to sea today mainly because Shaobin managed to get tuna and Wagyu beef from Japan. That was why the few of us gathered together.”
“You guys actually gathered to eat good stuff without inviting me along?” As a glutton, Changqing felt that them having good food without her was worse than him having a candle-lit dinner behind her back. “Song Chuchu, have you ever taken me to be your wife? You’re simply too, too, too much. I love Wagyu beef the most. The meat texture of Wagyu beef simply melts in your mouth and is fatty yet not greasy whether it’s Shabu Shabu, pan-fried or grilled. You have no idea how much I want to eat it.”
Changqing pounced over and pounded on his chest with annoyance.
Song Chuyi really didn’t understand the world of a glutton. However, seeing her going hysterical, he found it interesting and crossed his legs. “You’re right—it was indeed good. It was such a huge piece that the four of us almost puked towards the end. In the end, we didn’t finish it and we threw it to feed Robben. If I’d known earlier that you liked it so much, I would’ve brought some back for you.”
“Song Chuchu, I hate you. Robben, I hate you too.” Changqing stared daggers at both of them.
Robben whimpered and placed his paws on her knees but was pushed away by Changqing mercilessly.
“I’m ignoring the two of you.
Changqing went upstairs to take a shower in a huff.
Song Chuyi watched her back and his mouth curled into a gleeful smile.
Robben was gloomy. He seemed to have been despised once again.
When Changqing came out from the shower, Song Chuyi had also come up. She looked disapprovingly at him and ignored him, walking towards her computer.
After Song Chuyi finished his slow shower, he entered the study room. Changqing didn’t even look him in the eye, staring intently at her computer screen.
“Are you still angry?” Song Chuyi asked casually as he leaned on the study table. After his shower, he was topless and water droplets trickled down his skin sexily, exuding a strong sense of testosterone.
Changqing replied with a snort.
Song Chuyi tilted his head and pondered for a while before taking out his phone to call Li Shaobin.
“Old Song…” Li Shaobin was guilty when he picked up the call. Would Song Chuyi find out about the things he said to tease his wife?
“Shaobin, ah.” Song Chuyi said coldly, “The Wagyu beef you brought today wasn’t bad. Changqing wants to have some.
“Tonight, bring some over at the fastest speed possible. Make it as large as possible. I hope I can taste it by tomorrow night.”
Li Shaobin was guilty and because of that, he heaved a sigh of relief. He nodded immediately like he received an order from the Commander-in-Chief. “No problem, no problem. I guarantee that I’ll get you a piece of Wagyu beef freshly slaughtered and while I’m at it, I’ll get you some fresh prawns and crabs.”
“Sure.” Song Chuyi hung up, bent down and his thin lips hooked up into a sexy curve towards Changqing, who pricked her ears up trying to listen. “Are you satisfied now?”
Changqing bit her lower lip and suppressed the sweetness and glee within her eyes by looking around.
Song Chuyi inched his head and lips closer towards her, burying his face calmly into her alluring neck which was fragrant with the smell of shower gel. His voice was charming and bewitching. “Tomorrow night at Lakeview Residence, I’ll make you a candle-lit dinner. Will that do?”
Changqing’s head hung lower and lower. Song Chuyi stared intently at her earlobe which was reddening quickly and he kissed it.
Changqing’s body shrank. Her amorous eyes blinked as she turned to look at him, saying with her sweet lips coyly, “That’s more like it.”
“Glutton.”
“What’s wrong?”
“My period came this afternoon,” Changqing said with embarrassment.
Song Chuyi’s burning body suddenly froze.
He stared at her without a word with his dark pupils. Changqing hid to the side. “I have no choice; it’s always a few days each month. Actually, it’s good for you to rest for a few days. Isn’t it bad for our bodies if we keep acting like this every day?”
“It’s not every day,” Song Chuyi corrected her.
After watching her for a while, he turned around without a word and went out to study his surgical notes.
Chuchu watched an episode of a variety show on her own and felt that it wasn’t particularly interesting and she went over to pester Song Chuchu again. “Chuchu…”
She put her arms around his neck. “I forgot to tell you that I’ll have to go to Hong Kong to film in two days’ time.”
Song Chuyi was deep into his notes and didn’t raise his head, only asking casually, “How long will it take?”
“I’m afraid I’ll have to be there for half a month. In the meantime, I’ll be back to record two episodes of my program but it will be rushed,” Changqing said.
Only then did he put his documents down and frowned. “You’re just a second female lead; why did you get so many scenes?”
“The production team changed the script. I have as many scenes as the female lead now,” Changqing said.
Song Chuyi’s gaze became increasingly cold. Good one, Fu Yu. This trick again. “When you’re done with this drama, don’t film any more dramas again.”
“Oh,” Changqing replied obediently. She felt that it was easier to be a host after she started filming this drama anyway and didn’t really care for it anymore.
Song Chuyi wasn’t at all surprised at her prompt reply.
Although they weren’t married for long, he knew very clearly how much ambition his woman had.
He lowered his head and continued reading his notes.
Changqing was unsatisfied and blocked his view with her hands, grumbling, “I’m going to Hong Kong, yet you don’t seem like you can’t bear to part with me at all. You’re still in the mood to look at your things.”
“I have surgery tomorrow morning—have you forgotten?” Song Chuyi reminded her in a low tone.
Changqing blanked out for a while and recalled he had to do an operation on a girl called Xiao Yu.
“But I didn’t hear you saying you wanted to look at your things just now when you carried me to bed,” Changqing said softly. What she meant was that she didn’t see him acting busy when he wanted to roll around in bed with her, but when they weren’t going to do it anymore, he busied himself. “You men are too much. I’m not your tool for rolling around in bed.”
“Even if I did roll around in bed with you, I would still crawl up to look at my notes afterwards.” Song Chuyi pulled her to sit on his lap without a choice, cuddling her while looking at his notes.
Only then was Changqing satisfied. She followed his gaze and looked at his notes. She didn’t understand a single bit. Hence, she raised her head to look at his face.
He really treated her as invisible.
In any case, he had a beauty in his embrace.
He actually wasn’t a single bit distracted.
Changqing played with his hair dejectedly and fiddled with the collar of his pyjamas, opening it to reveal a large section of his chest. Lastly, she centred her attention on his chest. She looked at hers then at his again. Finally, she touched it with her hand. His chest was quite big.
Song Chuyi’s patience ran out and he pushed her away once again. “Do you think I can concentrate on my studies with you acting like this? Go play on your own.”
Changqing pressed her lips together. However, thinking about that little girl, she also understood that it was a life at stake and it wasn’t a small matter. Hence, she ran off to the study room again to watch her romance drama.
After half an hour, the sound of the car engine came from downstairs. Changqing recalled that she hadn’t accompanied Yan Lei for a long while. Hence, she rushed downstairs and to her surprise, she discovered her Dad wearing a green polo tee, looking refreshed and he even looked a few years younger.
Changqing was astonished. “Dad, when did you get something like this? Why haven’t I seen it before?”
“Ever since you got your husband, when have you taken notice of your father?” Yan Lei looked at her scornfully.
Changqing felt even more apologetic and quickly went up to him to pass him a watermelon to curry his favor. “Dad, think about how you put it. If I hadn’t taken notice of you, would I have stayed around at the Yan household every day after getting married? I’ve just been too busy lately.”
Yan Lei accepted the watermelon and nodded with satisfaction. “However, it’s not nice for you to stay at home every day. After all, you’re married. You should move back to Lakeview Residence with Chuyi tomorrow. Don’t keep staying at home.”
“You just said I wasn’t concerned about you. Now you’re chasing me out,” Changqing snorted.
“It’s all for your own good. Staying at your parent’s home every day—it’d be difficult for Chuyi to say it…” Yan Lei was in midspeech when his phone rang. He quickly pushed Changqing, who was clinging onto him, away and picked up the phone as he walked upstairs, saying with a chuckle, “I’m home, I’m home… you, on the other hand, are you tired…”
Changqing watched as Yan Lei closed the door to his room quietly. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat. This didn’t sound like the tone Yan Lei usually spoke in.
Chuyi felt like she had fallen out of love. She returned to the bedroom gloomily. When she saw that Song Chuyi was still reading his things, she suppressed herself and didn’t bother him.
It wasn’t until ten when Song Chuyi was preparing to sleep that he asked lazily, “You look like you’ve held it in for a very long time. What did you want to say?”
Changqing was fired up immediately and pounced over, saying, “I think there’s something wrong with Dad. It seems like he’s going to get me a stepmother.”