Chapter 169: Butter Up To Me
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Oh.” Changqing suddenly felt a little remorseful for shooting her mouth off like that. She quickly explained softly: “I was only joking just now. I’ll still spend your money wisely in the future.”
Song Chuyi laughed. “In any case, once you’ve spent all of it, use your own money.”
Changqing pouted and placed the things in Song Chuyi’s old wallet into his new wallet. When she reached the bottom-most part of his wallet, she pulled out a red amulet and was shocked. “Wow, as a doctor, you actually have an amulet?”
“I got it when I was studying. Don’t lose it,” Song Chuyi said while holding on to the steering wheel.
“Mm, mm.” After Changqing was done rearranging his wallet, she stuffed the new wallet into Song Chuyi’s pocket. “I’ve transferred everything over. I didn’t even embezzle a single cent.”
“Mm, well done. I’ll give you meat to eat when we get home later.” Song Chuyi swept a deep and burning gaze at her. That gaze was enough to make Changqing’s body burn.
She had been teased so many times by him that if she really believed that “meat” was that meat, she would be a fool.
“I don’t like to eat meat.” Changqing purposely pretended to have not understood him and shrank into her seat, taking her phone out as she started scrolling indifferently.
“Really?” When the car stopped at a traffic junction, Song Chuyi’s delicate features suddenly pulled into an evil smile. “Then why do you always drool whenever you see meat?”
“I do not,” Changqing retorted with her face all red.
“I’ll let you drool all you want when we get back home later.” A mischievous light flashed in Song Chuyi’s dark eyes.
Changqing’s alluring face looked out of the window. Hopefully, she was just thinking dirty. Perhaps the drool Song Chuyi was referring to was just drool and not that kind of drool.
However, the more she thought, the more flustered she got. Actually, in her heart, she had a feeling that she wasn’t thinking dirty. It was Song Chuyi who reached a new level of dirtiness.
“Stop the car—I’m hungry. I want supper,” Changqing said frantically as they happened to drive past a barbeque shop.
They had just passed a traffic light. Song Chuyi signaled, stopped at a parking lot by the road slowly and said, “What do you want to eat? I’ll go out to order. You stay in the car.”
After Changqing listed a string of barbequed food names, Song Chuyi got out of the car and walked straight into the barbeque shop.
Changqing lowered her head as she scrolled through her phone. Suddenly, she discovered that the phone Song Chuyi forgot on the dashboard was ringing.
She took it and looked. On the screen, the name “Mom” flashed.
Changqing’s eyes stared wide open. This person was definitely not Dai Ai. Song Chuyi would never call Dai Ai “Mom” over his dead body. Then this must be the legendary birth mother in Europe. Her blood-related mother-in-law.
Should she pick up?
Changqing hesitated and felt uneasy. What would I say if I picked it up? Song Chuyi must’ve told her about the marriage, right?
However, will she like me?
Should I call her Mom or Auntie?
Would that scare her?
In the midst of her struggle, the phone slowly stopped ringing.
Changqing heaved a sigh of relief.
Actually, she was clueless about mother figures because she had never had a Mom in her memory and she was a little scared.
After more than ten minutes, Song Chuyi came back with the barbeque. The scent wafted through the entire car all at once.
Changqing took the chicken feet and nibbled on it. After taking a couple of nibbles, she said, “I think your Mom called just now. I didn’t dare to pick it up…”
Song Chuyi took a look at her and nodded to signify that he understood.
“Don’t you have to return the call?” Changqing asked.
“It’s too late today, so I’ll call her back tomorrow,” Song Chuyi said.
“Chuchu… your Mom should know that we’re married already, right?” Changqing said suddenly.
“Mm.” Song Chuyi nodded.
Changqing felt a little bewildered. Why hadn’t his mom returned at least once to visit since he was married? However, maybe it was because the two of them had yet to hold a wedding banquet.
It would be great if she didn’t return. Changqing was afraid that her mother-in-law wouldn’t like her.
Back at the Yan’s, it was already very late. However, Yan Lei wasn’t asleep yet, staying up to wait for her to return and he asked her questions again about her stay in Hong Kong and whether she was happy or not.
Changqing suddenly thought about Yan Molun and slapped her thigh.”Aiya, I completely forgot that I left without telling Brother Molun backstage.”
“Brother Molun…” Song Chuyi thought it over for a while and the corners of his eye twitched.
“Yeah, it’s all my fault. I was too busy at the broadcasting station. He couldn’t still be waiting for me there, would he? I have to give him a call to tell him.” Changqing quickly took her phone.
Song Chuyi stopped her and said lightly, “You just thought of him now? After he sent you to the broadcasting station, I told him to go back.”
“Why did he leave without saying a word to me?” Changqing mumbled. “Then will he still be going to Hong Kong with me?”
“… Yes.” Song Chuyi massaged his glabella.
Yan Lei said while yawning, “I’m going upstairs to sleep; you two should sleep earlier too.”
The moment Yan Lei left, the two went back to their bedroom too.
When the door was closed, Song Chuyi started to undo his shirt. “Didn’t you even say that Molun was keeping you under watch? Now you suddenly started calling him Brother Molun.”
Changqing also felt that she lacked some moral principles. However, she still said shamelessly, “He helped me quite a lot, after all. Besides, you made him sound so formidable; I have to build a good relationship with him.”
“You don’t have to build a good relationship with him; you just need to build a good relationship with me.” Song Chuyi closed in on her.
A familiar scent assaulted her senses. Changqing lifted her head and almost bumped into his collarbone. She took a few steps back subconsciously and was pressed against the back of the velvet couch behind her.
Changqing raised her head and looked into his dark and glimmering eyes, trying hard to stabilize her breathing and her cheeks were heating up. She said with a stammer, “I’m your wife. Our relationship… is good enough.”
“I think it isn’t good enough; we can make it better. For example… we can take a shower together tonight and remove the distance between us again.” Song Chuyi carried her with one arm and walked towards the bathroom.
Changqing’s bag dropped to the floor.
When she was carried in by him, her brain finally reacted with bewilderment to that… lack of distance…
Alright.
She finally couldn’t hold it in and blushed. Just thinking about that lack of distance made her eyes red and heart thump.
In a moment, this little rabbit was going to be stripped clean by Song Chuyi the wolf.
Song Chuchu lingered by her ear and said hoarsely, “You also just need to call me Brother Chuyi and butter up to me.”
Changqing’s moist, amorous eyes glared widely.
She couldn’t believe it. This man was so hardcore.
“Are you going to say it…”
“Are you going to say it…”
Song Chuyi kept kissing her, making her breathless and she called out naughtily by his ear, “Brother Chuchu… Brother Chuchu…”
“Little naughty.” Song Chuyi was angry and at the same time, the blood in his body flowed backwards from her soft voice and he almost fell on her.
In the wee hours of the night, Song Chuyi felt like he had gone insane and didn’t stop until the pillows were wet with Changqing’s tears.
Changqing’s eyes were red and her burgundy hair was strewn all over the pillow. Her trembling, dark lashes had a few drops of tears hanging onto them.
Further downwards, Song Chuyi closed his eyes.
He got up and took a warm towel to help her wipe her body. Changqing felt all limp and couldn’t even exert any strength. Although she was shy, she still allowed him to do whatever he wanted.
Changqing only really fell asleep with exhaustion while leaning on his chest after two in the morning.
The next morning, she was woken up by another round of fussing.
She opened her tired eyes laboriously and the first thing she saw was Song Chuyi’s tall nose bridge.
She had a morning temper and pushed him frustratedly.
“Be good. Your flight is at nine and you have to get up at six. I’m waking you up right now, you know?” Song Chuyi’s voice was hoarse as he kissed her pink lips. “Just a little more will do… a little will do…”
Changqing was really exhausted and scratched his chest limply.
Ten minutes later, when Song Chuyi carried her, she was still in a state of floating around. She had no energy to shower, blow her hair dry or put on her clothes.
He helped her do all that thoughtfully.
At seven in the morning, when Yan Lei was practising tai-chi in the courtyard, he saw Song Chuchu carrying a woman’s handbag and breakfast in one hand and carrying his lazy daughter in his other arm. Yan Lei couldn’t help but laugh and said, “You… you’re going to spoil her. She even needs someone to carry her now. Really, getting more unreasonable as she gets older.”
Changqing pouted with grievance. Her dad knew nothing. He didn’t know how tired she was from Song Chuyi’s torments last night and she didn’t even sleep much.
Song Chuyi carried her into the car and Changqing tilted her head, falling soundly asleep very quickly.
When they arrived at the airport, Changqing’s eyelids were still glued tightly together.
Song Chuyi woke her up and said, “Wen Tong and Molun are here already. What do you think they’ll think when they see you like this?”
The thought of that made her try her utmost to open her eyes wide quickly. At that moment, Wen Tong and Molun were already close by, walking over.
Today, Yan Molun was wearing a pair of sunglasses and with that in addition to his tall stature, he received glances of fear and respect from passers-by from time to time.
“I really am not very fond of standing with you.” Song Chuyi sighed and lamented about his height.
“It’s also very distressing to be too tall,” Yan Molun said emotionlessly.
“For example…”
“It’s difficult to find a girlfriend suitable for me in China.”
“It’s also hard for Chinese women to endure someone of your type.” Song Chuyi shot him a glance.
Just then, Changqing dragged her two sore and limp legs out of the car, shooting a begrudging glance at Song Chuyi.
Song Chuyi walked in while holding her hand. Yan Molun and Wen Tong walked at the side mindfully.
When they reached the departure gate, Song Chuyi patted Yan Molun on his shoulder. “I’ll have to trouble you to take care of her for a week.”
“That’s not a big deal.” Yan Molun said, “Hurry up;/we’re running out of time.”
Song Chuyi passed him the woman’s handbag in his hand.
Only then did Changqing’s sleepy eyes open wide as she said, “You haven’t realized it yet?”