Chapter 185: I Knew You Doted On Me The Most
Changqing looked around and went up to hug his arm, saying with a little intention to curry his favor, “I’m a little hungry…”
“Didn’t you eat the cake?” Song Chuyi took a look at her and pressed his lips together.
“I only ate a little and your sister ate the rest. Besides, I had a hard time recording the program today and I usually have supper. I want to have something spicy. Can you get the kitchen to make me a bowl of noodles?” Changqing blinked with her amorous eyes ad said softly, “Just say that you’re hungry and that you want to eat; don’t say it’s me.”
Song Chuyi “…”
She wants to eat but still pushes it onto others. Can’t stand her.
He felt his heart softening and caressed her head. “I got it. Go take a shower quickly.”
“Chuchu, I knew you doted on me the most.” Changqing gave him a firm kiss before looking for her pyjamas and heading for the shower.
Song Chuyi changed into his pyjamas and when he walked to the door, he held onto the doorknob and paused for a while before pulling the door open to head out.
Downstairs, he happened to encounter Song Chulang bringing Song Yunyang up.
After a few years, when he met those misty eyes once again, Song Chuyi quickly turned his face away.
Other than the servants cleaning up in the living room, everyone had gone to sleep. Song Chulang stared at him and said with a frown, “Yunyang is finally back. Don’t you have anything to say to her?”
“Second Brother…” Song Yunyang said with a pale face, “Can we have a good chat?”
“It’s very late; let’s do it tomorrow.” Song Chuyi averted his gaze and said in a low and cold tone, “Can you make some room? I’m getting the kitchen to make a bowl of noodles.”
Song Chulang’s face twitched and he went up to grip Song Chuyi’s pyjamas tightly.
“Big Brother, don’t be like this.” Song Yunyang held onto his hands tightly. “Don’t make a din at home. I’ve promised Dad. Let me at least stay tonight.”
Song Chuyi had his lips tightly pressed together from start to end and didn’t look at either of them, only focusing his gaze on the crystal lights behind the two of them.
Song Chulang glared at him for a while before sucking in a deep breath and releasing him, turning his body to one side.
Song Chuyi lowered his head and walked past him. Behind him, he could hear a female voice mocking him softly, “Song Chuyi, you liar.”
He jolted but didn’t stop, going straight downstairs and told the auntie in the kitchen, “Cook me a bowl of noodles. Make it a little spicier and send it up later.”
“Okay.”
When he returned upstairs, he closed the door softly before leaning on it.
Changqing came out from the shower and saw him sitting by the bed, looking at the photo frame. She didn’t know what he was thinking about that he didn’t realize she had come out from the shower.
“I’ve always thought that your sister was your blood sister,” Changqing said.
“She’s not.” Song Chuyi’s hands trembled and he put the photograph down, saying, “You speaking so suddenly gave me a scare.”
“It was you who was too absorbed in that.” Changqing put her arms around his neck and smiled. “Where are my noodles? You said I’d have them when I’m done showering.”
“No one told you to shower so quickly.” Song Chuyi carried her and placed her on his lap. She smelled good from head to toe after coming out from the shower.
Changqing watched the clean face just inches away from her and her eyes, as clear and bright as jade, leaned in closer.
“What do you want?” Song Chuyi felt a little uneasy from the stare coming from those pair of eyes.
“Hey, Chuchu, your eyelashes are actually very long.” Changqing touched his dark eyelashes with her index finger carefully.
He looked at her fair finger and blinked, removing her hand.
“I wonder whose are longer—yours or mine?”Changqing plucked her eyelashes with an enquiring face.
At that moment, the sound of the door knocking came from outside. “Second Young Master, your noodles are ready.”
Changqing’s eyes brightened and she ran over immediately to open the door. She accepted the noodles, thanked the auntie, closed the door, and immediately chose the coffee table at the balcony to put her noodles down. She stirred the noodles with her chopsticks and the fragrance of sesame oil seeped out. There were quite a lot of ribs added too.
Changqing almost drooled and she took a few consecutive mouthfuls before her stomach felt a little satisfied. She turned back and said to the man on the bed, “Chuchu, do you want to have a bite?”
“No need. I got my fill tonight.” Song Chuyi looked at the way she ate the noodles from the corners of his eyes and couldn’t help but say, “You should carry this bowl of noodles and eat it at the entrance of an instant noodle company. I guarantee that you won’t have to worry about having no commercial offers.”
Changqing swallowed the noodles. “Do you mean the way I eat noodles is too beautiful?”
“…” The corners of Song Chuyi’s mouth twitched. “No, it looks like you haven’t eaten for days.”
“You’re so annoying.” Changqing rolled her eyes at him. After having her fill, she drank a few mouthfuls of broth and just when she was cleaning up with the intention of bringing the bowl down, Song Chuyi, who was watching television programs, lifted his eyes and said, “Leave it there. Someone will clear it tomorrow morning.”
“Oh, okay.” Changqing didn’t want to go out either.
After brushing her teeth, Changqing looked at her waist through the bathroom mirror. It seemed a little thick. She pouted as she climbed into bed immediately. “Chuchu, take a look—did my waist become thicker?”
Song Chuyi sighed. Women were such strange creatures and she was the prime example of that. “You weren’t even afraid of becoming fat just now when you were eating. Now, you’re saying you’re afraid of becoming fat after you’ve eaten.”
“I forgot when I was hungry.” Hence, Changqing lay down and started doing sit-ups. After less than 20, she climbed onto Song Chuyi with a bitter face. “Chuchu, my stomach hurts.”
“It’d definitely hurt, doing sit-ups after eating. Your food hasn’t even been digested.” Song Chuyi really found her to be a headache. He was still a little frustrated initially, but after such an episode, he wasn’t in the mood to think of anything else.
“Massage it.” Changqing acted coquettishly as she leaned into his embrace, putting his hand on her stomach.
Actually, it didn’t hurt that much. However, wasn’t the point of having a husband to act coquettishly?
Song Chuyi had no choice but to massage it for her.
Although she had gained some weight recently, her waist was slender. The area around her stomach bulged out a little and her milky white skin made it feel like lanolin.
“Chuchu, your massage is so comfortable.” Changqing’s eyes were half-closed and her face was alluring.
Song Chuyi lowered his head and looked at her. His lower abdomen tightened.
Changqing opened her amorous eyes and her lips suddenly moved, saying softly, “Chuchu, I want a kiss.”
Song Chuyi only felt a certain taut string in his body suddenly snapping and his body slowly shifted down, switching off the television with the remote control with one hand while the other pressed down on her.
Changqing was quickly bewildered from his actions.
She only wanted a kiss; why did he suddenly kiss her entire body?
He said with a hoarse voice ruthlessly, “Little vixen, you seduced me.”
“I didn’t…” Changqing was blocked by him sturdily.
“But you still said you wanted a kiss just now,” Song Chuyi said while panting softly.
“I just said I wanted a peck…” Changqing had a face full of innocence. The lamp overhead cast a light on her pinkish skin and refracted into a charming moment.
Song Chuyi only felt the blood in his entire body flowing backwards to an extreme.
Changqing was soft and feeble, laying on his chest as she allowed him to wipe her clean.
As he wiped, she somehow fell asleep first.
He carried her back to the bed. Changqing’s sleeping face was peaceful and without worries. There was even a sense of satisfaction after being doted on, hanging at the corners of her eyes.
Song Chuyi leaned on the headboard, watching her sleeping face quietly. His gaze slowly became complicated.
For the entire night, he had been in an extremely tense condition. However, he was actually still in the mood to have sex with her at night. He really found it incredible.
The next day, the golden rays of the sun seeped in through the undrawn curtains.
Changqing didn’t get enough sleep and pulled the covers over her head with annoyance.
“Stop sleeping. Get up; I’m going off to work.” Song Chuyi pulled the covers away again and carried her out from within.
Her full, cherry lips pouted. Changqing didn’t have much going on today and wanted to sleep in. However, once Song Chuyi left, she would be alone in the Song Household and she didn’t want that either. Hence, she rubbed her eyelids and opened her eyes forcefully, stretching her arms out in a coquettish manner. “Carry me to wash my face.”
“How old are you already?” Song Chuyi’s head hurt. Could it be that when they had a child in the future, he would have to carry a small one on the left and a big one on the right early in the morning?
“My dad said that once a woman is married, she becomes her husband’s baby. We don’t have a child now, so I’m your baby right now.” Changqing said in a matter-of-fact tone, “I can’t say for sure after we have a child, but I might become a piece of grass. So, I should make use of this power while I still can.”
Song Chuyi: “…”
How shameless. However, her self-awareness was quite high.
“Let’s go.” He scooped this giant baby from the bed straight away.
8 o’clock. The two walked out of the bedroom.
When the door had just opened, the sound of chopsticks being put down on the table heavily downstairs could be heard.
Changqing’s heart lifted and she pulled Song Chuyi’s hand subconsciously. Did something happen downstairs early in the morning?
Song Chuyi’s face sank. He took a stride out and walked downstairs.
From his view upstairs, he could just see that almost everyone in the Song Family was gathered in the dining area, having breakfast together. However, Grandma Song’s complexion wasn’t very good. Song Chulang was standing and his face was ashen. Beside him, Song Yunyang was tugging at his sleeve, saying softly, “Big Brother, sit down, will you?”
“Morning,” Song Chuyi said lightly.
The atmosphere in the dining area lightened up a little. Other than Song Yunyang, everyone looked over.
Grandma Song said amiably, “You’re up. Come over and have breakfast.”
“We’re not sitting down to eat. I still have to rush off to work and Changqing has things to do too,” Song Chuyi said to the people inside the dining room while standing in the living room.
Changqing was stunned. She looked at his unusually cold face and was a little shocked.
However, she didn’t say anything either. She would be more than happy to not have breakfast with Song Chulang. Besides, Song Yunyang, who came yesterday, didn’t seem to like her either.
“Then get someone to prepare two sets of breakfast for you; food at home is healthier. Food outside is unhygienic.” Grandma Song didn’t force them. Immediately after she said that, the efficient servant helped them pack breakfast.
Within two minutes, it was packed and delivered over.
After they stepped out of the main house, Song Chuyi walked straight to his car without saying a word.
Changqing was shocked and called out to him. She called him a few times, but he didn’t respond. Hence, she took out a soup dumpling and threw it at his head with frustration and she hit the bull’s eye.