Chapter 85: She Was Being Hugged By Him
Chapter 85: She Was Being Hugged By Him
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
A thin layer of heat surfaced on Changqing’s cheek. She bit her lips and hit his chest vigorously but the strength in his arms only became stronger, pressing her tighter until her entire face was in his chest.
It took Changqing a long while to realize she was… being hugged by him…
His heartbeat thumped close to her face and the smell of grapefruit assaulted her nose.
Changqing was reminded once again of the feeling when she was hugged by Fu Yu when they were still studying. Back then, everyone was young and ignorant and bodily smells were the smell of detergent at most, unlike now, when Song Chuyi’s manly odor was obviously heated up. The strength in his wrist was also unyielding, making it impossible for her to overlook that he was her husband.
Changqing slowly stopped struggling.
It was really impossible between her and Fu Yu.
She was already married and no matter where she would end up with Song Chuyi, it would be impossible for her to accept Fu Yu again.
Fu Yu dated Guan Ying and it was impossible for them to not have done "that" before.
Changqing was very germophobic about certain interactions between men and women.
"Did your boss bully you?" Song Chuyi’s gaze softened when the woman in his embrace suddenly became submissive.
Changqing shook her head, asking sulkily in his embrace after a while, "If I was really bullied by someone, would you help me?"
"Of course." Song Chuyi stroked her head. "You can only be bullied by me."
Changqing didn’t know whether she should be happy about this answer or not.
She lifted her head from his embrace with annoyance and stared with her round eyes. She said, "Do you take me to be Robben? Song Chuyi, do you know what a wife means? A wife is supposed to be pampered and loved."
"Yeah, I should love you well." Song Chuyi’s lips curled up and he lowered his head, looking at her breast.
Changqing hit him angrily. "Old gangster."
After saying that, she went upstairs.
This time, Song Chuyi didn’t stop her.
Auntie Zhang brought the cherries out. "Aye, where’s Changqing?"
"Auntie, pass the cherries to me." Song Chuyi walked upstairs with the cherries slowly.
She locked the room door as expected but he had the key, so he was able to open the door and enter easily. Changqing, who was sitting at the computer table, turned around angrily.
Song Chuyi placed the cherries in front of her.
Changqing snorted.
Song Chuyi wasn’t angry. He only tapped his fingers on the computer table lightly. There was half a minute’s silence in the room before he suddenly took out his phone. "Since you’re not willing to tell me why you’re unhappy, then I shall call your Chief Zhan to get him to ask Boss Feng…"
He dialled a few numbers and Changqing was flustered, stopping him quickly. "Don’t. It has nothing to do with the station, just some of my personal matters. As for what it was, please don’t ask me, I… don’t feel like saying."
She lowered her head, looking melancholic.
Song Chuyi stared at her for a while and nodded. "Okay, then I won’t ask. Maybe you need some quiet time alone right now. I’ll return to Lakeview Residence to sleep tonight. Come back tomorrow after you’re feeling better. I’ll get Auntie Wang to make your favorite dishes."
Changqing was astonished. She lifted her head and looked at his calm face. Her heart sank a little, not knowing if she was a little gladder or a little more disappointed.
"Eat the cherries. They’re very sweet this season." Song Chuyi picked up a dark red cherry and placed it in her palm before turning around to leave.
Changqing looked at his back and lowered her eyelids with disappointment.
When he was there, she felt frustrated. When he left, she still hoped he would stay to comfort her.
Women were very conflicted sometimes.
She bit into the cherry with annoyance. It was very sweet…
The next day, she woke up with sore and painful eyes.
She went downstairs. Yan Lei didn’t go out for his morning exercises; he was sitting on the couch, reading the newspaper. When he saw her coming down, he waved his hand at her. "Come, Changqing."
Yesterday’s matter felt like a needle pricking Changqing’s heart. She frowned and sat opposite Yan Lei awkwardly.
"Your sister gave me a call yesterday. You know about me and Auntie Shen Lu already." Yan Lei placed the newspaper down and wasn’t uneasy. Instead, his gaze reflected a sense of serenity. "Are you angry at Daddy?"
Changqing’s throat felt astringent. "I have no right to be angry, Sis was right, you’ve dedicated your entire life to the both of us. Mum passed away when
"I really didn’t know you used to like Fu Yu." Yan Lei sighed softly. "Do you still like him now?"
Changqing was taken aback by the question.
"Fu Yu isn’t a bad kid actually." Yan Lei crossed his legs. He said with an amiable gaze, "When you were young, I was busy with work and he might’ve been better than me as a father in certain aspects. I used to like him a lot and treated him as my child. However, if you were to have gotten with him, I might not have agreed."
"Why?" Changqing was puzzled. She couldn’t understand Yan Lei.
"The industry he’s in is full of temptations," Yan Lei said lightly, "He has too many female artists under him who are prettier than you, with figures better than yours, who is better at being coquettish—there are too many, too many. Changqing, Dad is also a man. There are some things I see better and understand better than you. Around me, I’ve seen couples who have been in relationships for more than ten years, who pledged their undying love, who end up having affairs and their marriages falling apart. It isn’t that I don’t trust him, but you’re my daughter and I just want you to have stable happiness in your marriage. Chuyi is a doctor and the industry he’s in isn’t as messy. Your sister said there are many doctors and nurses in the hospital who are chasing him but he’s always been respectable and put his heart into his job. On top of that, he’s from the Song Family and he can protect you."
"You’re in the entertainment industry yourself and it’s messy enough, so I don’t agree to you finding a businessman. The business industry is too complicated."
Changqing felt upset and pouted. "Are you sure you aren’t a little biased towards him because Song Chuchu helped me and our family? Yesterday, the Song Family even helped Sis."
Yan Lei frowned and said, "Glad you know. Yesterday, your Sis even called to thank Chuyi. Bo Han Hospital is the best hospital in the entire Northern City. Anyone who can enter the hospital has some background and this chance to further her studies wasn’t even supposed to be your sister’s. It was Song Huaisheng who promoted your sister to the Hospital Director. Who did he do this for? It was all for you. Yesterday, Song Huaisheng even called you to have dinner but you didn’t go and he didn’t even say anything, but when Chuyi came over to look for you and even brought your favorite cherries, you didn’t even make him stay. Just ask yourself—ever since you got married, did Chuyi come to our house more often or did you go to the Song Family more often?"
Changqing was suddenly stumped for words and her head hung even lower.
"Dad has said whatever needs to be said. There are some things you still have to figure out by yourself. If you really can’t put Fu Yu behind you then I’ll have to respect your wishes." Yan Lei stood up and gave a long sigh. "I have to go to the office."
After Yan Lei left, Changqing suddenly recalled she had yet to even ask him whether he liked Auntie Shen.
After breakfast, Changqing held onto her phone, hesitating on whether to give Song Chuyi a call or not.
After Yan Lei said those words, she felt extremely bad. Perhaps her attitude towards Song Chuyi indeed wasn’t very good.
Just as she was hesitating, Song Chuyi’s call came in first.
Changqing was so nervous that her limbs were frozen. "Song…"
"Were the cherries sweet last night?" He started.
Changqing was astounded and only nodded her head after a long time. "Sweet, sweet. Well… thank you for helping my Sis…"
"Your Sis is my Sis. I’d help her naturally." Song Chuyi still spoke lightly but he gave off a warm and fuzzy feeling.
Changqing’s heart thumped furiously. "I have to film today so I might not have time to come back for dinner, but I’ll be filming in the city so I’ll come home to sleep."
"Sure."
It was a simple phone call but Changqing suddenly figured things out.
No matter what, Song Chuyi was her lawful husband right now.
As for her and Fu Yu, it was all in the past; no matter what, she couldn’t reconcile with it.
At ten in the morning, Changqing arrived on set. The filming scene for that day was in an office tower in Northern City.
Just as she stepped into the building, Changqing saw He Yongsui. Her heart suddenly tightened. He Yongsui didn’t like her and every time she greeted her, she would be ignored but she was still a senior and it would be rude not to greet her. Just as she was hesitating, He Yongsui suddenly waved at her cordially. "Changqing, I haven’t seen you for days. I really wasn’t used to not having you around."
Changqing was overwhelmed by her attention.
Changqing saw Guan Ying in the changing room and Changqing said in shock, "He Yongsui just greeted me just now. To hell with it! Didn’t she always dislike me? Also, Yue Xiaofan was also very polite to me. What happened these few days when I wasn’t around?"
"What could’ve happened? Change quickly. I’ll shoot my scene first." Guan Ying walked out of the change room with her head lowered.
Changqing looked at her back and felt something was weird.
At night after finishing the final scene, Guan Ying invited her out: "Changqing, it’s still quite early. Do you want to have supper together?"
"I’m a little tired, maybe tomorrow," Changqing said with difficulty.
"Sure." Guan Ying didn’t force her.
Changqing took Wen Tong’s car to Lakeview Residence. Song Chuyi’s room door was half-closed. Light shone out from inside.
She pulled Robben to the living room to play for a while and when she saw that no one was coming out, she hesitated for a while before going over to knock. "Song Chuchu…"
Just as she pushed the door open, Changqing saw the dissection of a brain on the computer screen. It was bloody and she got such a fright that she screamed in a high-pitch tone and turned around, wanting to vomit but nothing came out.
Song Chuyi heard the commotion and quickly shut the screen off. He turned back to look at her, frowned and stood up. "When did you come back?"
"What are you watching? It’s disgusting." Changqing was so frightened her face turned pale and she didn’t even dare to turn back to look again.
"I have a friend from the States who sent over a live observation of an operation and I was studying it." Just as Song Chuyi finished, he saw Changqing escaping to the kitchen to take a sip of water to calm her nerves.
"Are you alright?" Song Chuyi looked at her pale face. The lass looked like she got a fright.
Changqing looked at his handsome and clean face and recalled how he sat alone in the dimly-lit room watching that bloody scene and her bright and intelligent amorous eyes turned weird.
"What are you thinking of?" Song Chuyi frowned.
"Don’t you find it disgusting?" Changqing looked at him as though he was a freak.
"So because it’s disgusting, the surgery shouldn’t be done when someone falls gravely ill?" Song Chuyi’s brows wrung subtly but he wasn’t angry.