"I know!" Xin Qing nestled herself against his chest and sniffed. "It's just that I saw someone with your face kissing another woman. It was too sudden, and I guess my mind just couldn't process it."
Ying Qingcang tightened his arms around her slightly. "It's my fault. I didn't ask Young Master Shen to tell you because I wanted to surprise you. Who would've thought that that woman would take a picture and then send it to you."
Right. Now Xin Qing felt like she had gone through all that pain tonight for nothing. "It's the phone's fault!" she said angrily. "I blacklisted her number already. So how can her messages still get through?"
"Okay, then we'll get a new phone for you tomorrow!" Ying Qingcang stood up and then sat down in front of her leg. "This will sting a bit. So you're going to have to bear it. I'm going to apply some ointment."
Xin Qing watched as Ying Qingcang removed pieces of shards from her knees with a pair of tweezers. After that, he disinfected her wound with antiseptic, applied the ointment, and then finally, covered her wounds with gauze. She touched the gauze gently. "I won't look nice in skirts and dresses anymore if it scars."
"Nah, that won't happen!" Ying Qingcang kissed her. "I'm going to wash my hands, and then I'll go downstairs and grab something for you to eat."
Xin Qing tugged his sleeve. "When do you have to leave again?" she asked pitiably.
The sight of her brought a sharp pain to Ying Qingcang's heart. It hurt so much that he felt as if he was dying. "No," he said. "I'm not going anywhere today!" He pulled her into his arms and gave her a few kisses before he went downstairs.
Downstairs, the living room was empty. Ying Qingcang took out the dishes and dumplings from the thermos and placed them on a tray. Before going upstairs, he grabbed a bottle of milk as well. On the way upstairs, he ran into Ah Che, who had come out to check things out.
"Young Master, Ah Nan had brought Monica away. Also, Young Master Shen wants me to remind you that the young miss's leg is injured so she can't participate in any strenous physical activities. And you don't have to worry about the two kids. I'll be watching over them!" After that, Ah Che ran off with Le Le trailing after him.
The moment Ying Qingcang pushed open the door, he saw Xin Qing bent over the bedside, trying everything she could to reach the TV remote.
"Don't move. You'll be in pain again if you touched your wound." Ying Qingcang quickly set down the food and handed the remote to her. "Feel like watching TV?" he asked.
Xin Qing nodded vigorously. "Yeah. I want to watch the live broadcast of the New Year's Gala!" After that she patted a spot beside herself. "Get up here and give me a hug. We'll watch it together."
"I'll join you in bed after you've eaten something," Ying Qingcang said, dragging a small, round table towards the edge of the bed. He got Xin Qing to sit up and adjusted her pillow so that she could lean her back on it. After that, they fed each other with Ying Qingcang occasionally sneaking kisses in between bites. Ying Qingcang took off his clothes and got into bed after they were done with the meal. Holding the milk bottle with one hand, he got under the covers and hugged her. "Recently, you've forgotten to drink milk before bed, haven't you?"
Xin Qing's eyes darted around in their sockets as she tried to come up with an excuse. "Um... well... sometimes... I'd still... still remember."
"How worrisome!" Ying Qingcang bit down on the tip of her nose.
Xin Qing snuggled closer to him. "Let you worry, then. That way you will think about me every second of the day!"
Ying Qingcang hooked his finger under Xin Qing's chin and tilted her head up. His lips met hers in a series of sensual strokes. "I'm afraid that's already the case. I do think about you every second of the day!" He began sucking her lips between his own, his tongue tracing the lines of her lips. He was so gentle with her, as if he was trying to savoring a tasty dish, swallowing it down slowly, bit by bit.
He finally released Xin Qing when her breathing became uneven and her body kept twitching against him. "Don't move!" he said, tightening his arms around her.
"Don't feel too good..." Xin Qing's eyes looked like silk right then, and her lips were gleaming in the layer of moisture which coated them. She looked nothing but pitiable staring at him like that.
Ying Qingcang released a low growl and kissed her again.
Also in bed was Tang Shuang, who was now slowly coming to. Reaching out with her hand, she touched the spot beside her, and found the bed to be empty. She wanted to get up, though it was impossible due to the ache in her nether regions. Using the meagre light of the room, she checked out the state of her own body; her skin was then covered in green bruises and purple kiss marks. She felt a surge of pleasure in her heart at what she saw.
Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Tang Shuang could make out the man's silhouette due to the light behind her back.
"Ah Cang!" she called out in a slightly raspy voice which was also enticingly deep. The man standing at the bathroom's doorway halted in his movements, and then he crossed the distance between them in quick strides. Before Tang Shuang could even make out his face, the man had trapped her against the bed.
The man's lips covered hers just when she was about to speak. His lips traveled a path from her jaw and downwards. It did not take long for Tang Shuang to lose herself in ecstasy and her bodily desires. She wiggled her body to match the man's movements.
"Ah!" she cried out, biting her lip. The man, who was in the middle of entering her, stilled his movements. Glad about his thoughtfulness, Tang Shuang wrapped her arms around his waist. "Please be a bit gentle, okay? I'm still sore!"
The moment those words left her mouth, the man lowered himself into her. At the same time, Tang Shuang's voice was shoved the back of her throat by the presence of two lips. The only sounds that came out from her afterwards were muffled moans...
Fireworks and firecrackers were restricted to certain areas in S City. It was moments after daybreak, and the entire villa district in the suburbs was filled with silence and peaceful tranquility. On the massive and luxurious bed, the pair held each other tightly. From the contours formed on the blanket, one could tell just how closely their bodies were entwined with each other.
Ying Qingcang had always been a light sleeper, so even the slightest movement of the person in his arms sufficed to rouse him from sleep. His eyes blinked open, and he noticed that Xin Qing seemed to be sweating. Panicking, he touched her forehead and was relieved to find that there was no fever. He gave the blanket a downward tug; the blanket slid down a few inches, revealing a good half of a bare shoulder with snowy-white complexion. Ying Qingcang's eyes darkened instantly. Lowering his head, he started pecking on her shoulder while giving her skin a few occasional swipes with his tongue.
"Tickles... Mm..." Xin Qing shifted her position and ended up touching the wound on her knees when she tried to turn around. She woke instantly, frowning and screaming in pain.
Ying Qingcang quickly pressed his hand on the area around her wound. "So forgetful," he said. "You forgot about your wound after a night's sleep?"
Seeing his face instantly reminded Xin Qing of last night. She covered her face and squealed.
This man had brought her to the height of ecstasy last night with his hands and mouth. Even now, her private parts still felt tender and sore.
"You're not allowed to do that to me again next time!" Xin Qing threatened him with a pout, though it seemed more like she was acting cute rather than threatening him.
The corners of Ying Qingcang's lips tugged into a smirk, which turned into an evil grin. The little lady's reaction had been so intense last night. Hell, his dick had nearly exploded just from the look on her face. Oh, yeah. They definitely should try it again in the future, several times, in fact!
"What's the matter? It's very satisfying, you know," Ying Qingcang teased her shamelessly.
Xin Qing pulled the covers over her head. "Ah! Oh my God! I don't think I can show my face before anyone ever again."
"What? Come on, that's nothing. It felt very good, didn't it?" Ying Qingcang dug her out from under the blanket. "We should try all kinds of positions in the future. That way, we'd have a fresh and harmonious sex life!"
Xin Qing pouted. "We're not even a real family yet. What do we need a harmonious sex life for?"
"Just wait a bit longer! Just a bit longer!" He drew Xin Qing into his arms and nudged her shoulder with his forehead. "This is all for your safety, and to ensure that we can be together every day in the future. You have to wait a bit longer."
Xin Qing returned his embrace. "I'm fine. I was just messing with you just now. Don't take it to heart, okay?"
"Okay!" Ying Qingcang planted a kiss on her cheek. "Why don't you go down and have some breakfast? I'll play with Ah Sha for a bit."
Xin Qing could not move her knees around too much, so Ying Qingcang ended up carrying her downstairs. Ah Che and the two kids were making a snowman in the backyard. Le Le was the first to notice Xin Qing's presence downstairs; it dashed towards her while barking like crazy. Ah Sha and Xunxun trailed after Le Le. "Mommy is so embarrassing!" Ah Sha yelled as she ran. "Mommy is an adult who lets daddy carry her!"
"Mommy has hurt her leg," Ying Qingcang said, carefully depositing Xin Qing on the couch. Then, he lifted Xin Qing's skirt slightly and pointed her wounds to Ah Sha. Ah Sha burst into tears instantly, clinging on to Xin Qing without letting go.
Xin Qing quickly began coaxing Ah Sha. "It's alright. It's alright! Mommy's fine! See, mommy isn't even crying."
"Doesn't it hurt?" Ah Sha wanted to reach out and touch, but she feared that her touch might hurt Xin Qing. Right then, her tiny face was contorted in hesitance and doubt.
Xunxun dried Ah Sha's tears. "Aunt Qing won't feel pain if Ah Sha stops crying."
"Then I'll stop crying! Mommy, won't hurt anymore!"
Ying Qingcang narrowed his eyes slightly. "So this is the brat who's looking to marry our daughter?" he thought. As if sensing Ying Qingcang's gaze, Xunxun raised his head and met Ying Qingcang's gaze. Ying Qingcang was waiting for the boy to greet him properly as "uncle". When no greeting came even after a long wait, a scowl formed on Ying Qingcang's face. He sneered inwardly. "This brat is just like his father," he thought.
Xunxun walked towards him quietly. Sensing that the kid had something to say to him, Ying Qingcang crouched down.
"You and Aunt Qing had split up. Regardless of the reason for your divorce, Ah Sha might have a new father in the future. So I won't give you a proper greeting just yet!" Xunxun's voice had not been loud, so only the two of them were privy to the exchange. Ying Qingcang glared at the boy. "Oh, he is Boss Wan's blood son for sure, this one," he thought. "The boy had inherited his foul mouth even from such a young age."
Ying Qingcang decided that if Xin Qing got pregnant with their child in the future, they would take the injections during the embryo stage too. Right. As if he would allow his son to lose to Wan family's...
Ah Che had set the table with bowls and chopsticks; they were just about to start breakfast. All of a sudden, a sharp scream sounded from the doorway. "What are you doing here?"
Zhang Mi burst through the door in two strides. She shoved at Ying Qingcang, who was about to hug Xin Qing.
"Are you out of your mind? You're letting him hug you?" Zhang Mi tugged Xin Qing's sleeve, and then pointed at the kiss marks on Xin Qing shoulders in shock. "This... He... Did he rape you?"
Xin Qing covered her face with her hands, too embarrassed to say anything. Ying Qingcang scowled at Ah Che. "Ｗhy are you still standing there? Toss her out, now."
Ah Che glanced at Zhang Mi with a conflicted look. He had no idea what to do. Just then, he noticed Young Master Shen sashaying into the house. "Yo, looks like we've got quite a lot of company this early in the day!"
"Hurry up and get this woman out of here." Ying Qingcang pointed at Zhang Mi. Zhang Mi pounced on him as if trying to bite him. She had yet to give Ying Qingcang her payback when he had hit her with an ashtray last time! Young Master Shen stopped her in her tracks before she could do anything. Without further ado, he picked her up from the ground, slung her over his shoulders and begun walking to the door.
"Seriously, I might as well be a laborer at this point," Young Master Shen grumbled. "Can't believe I have to do this hard labor shit on frigging Chinese New Year's day."
Zhang Mi struggled for dear life, gripping a handful of his hair. Young Master Shen smacked her ass once. "Stop moving. Otherwise, I'll take off your skirt."
After Zhang Mi had been brought away, Xin Qing gave Ying Qingcang a glance.
"It's alright. Let's eat."
Meanwhile, Tang Shuang was also in the middle of having breakfast. In her hand, she held a card which contained a message from Ying Qingcang when he left: "Something came up. I'll see you back at home tonight."
Her mind went back to last night, where the man fervently ravished her body. "What was it again that he told me? That he didn't want to touch me? I bet he knows how good I am now that he's had a taste of me!" Tang Shuang thought, smiling gleefully to herself. She put the card away and summoned the waiter for the bill. She had a massage and essential oil treatment to attend; since Ying Qingcang liked her body, she must make use of this opportunity to bind him to her so that he would never want to leave her. After a month, he would not be able to leave even if he wanted to...
Young Master Shen dumped Zhang Mi into his car. The moment he got into the driver's seat, he saw Zhang Mi's palm flying straight to his face.
Young Master Shen grabbed her wrist. "You need to train yourself for a few more years if you want to hit me."
Zhang Mi gritted her teeth. "How dare you smack my ass?"
"Hey, it's not like I've never smacked it before. That night, I-" Young Master Shen stopped short suddenly, clamming his mouth shut. Something must have come over him since his mind was now conjuring up images of that night where he had drunken sex with Zhang Mi.
He had always assumed that he had completely forgotten about how she looked like in bed. But as it turned out...."Hm..." Young Master Shen thought, stroking his chin.