Chapter 90: You’re Too Handsome It Irks Me
Chapter 90: You’re Too Handsome It Irks Me
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
"Really?" Song Huaisheng was so happy from hearing the word "Dad." "Chuyi, you’re too unreasonable to bully Changqing."
"That’s right, that’s right." Changqing immediately pouted her lips to act cute and pretended to be pitiful.
Song Chuyi could only squeeze out a forceful smile.
Yan Lei smiled and scolded him, "I think you’re the one bullying Chuyi."
"Dad, you’re not my real Dad." Changqing pointed at Song Huaisheng. "Dad is."
Song Huaisheng laughed out loud again. "It’s better to have a daughter. Look at Changqing—what a sweet mouth."
Yan Lei gave a pampering smile. "Yes, a sweet mouth and a troublemaker."
Song Huaisheng nodded in agreement and looked at Dai Ai’s stomach. "I hope this one will be a daughter so I can pamper her."
Dai Ai smiled but there was a tinge of unnaturalness in the depths of her eyes.
During the meal, Changqing served Song Huaisheng and Grandma Song soup and shark’s fin and said many nice words, allowing the mother and son to enjoy the meal.
After dinner, Grandma Song held Changqing’s hand and said with a broad smile, "Come over to sleep tonight. Grandma is very fond of you."
"Go ahead," Yan Lei told her.
Changqing could also only nod her head. Although she didn’t like Song Chulang, Song Huaisheng and Grandma Song were very amiable. "But Robben…"
"We’ll go home to pick Robben up first before going back over," Song Chuyi said to Song Huaisheng.
"Sure, come over earlier. I bought a present for Changqing when I went to Europe a few days ago," Song Huaisheng said with a chuckle.
The group split up at the entrance.
Song Chuyi sat in Changqing’s car and he kept staring weirdly at his little wife beside him. "I couldn’t tell you were so good at bootlicking."
He had really underestimated her. Throughout the meal, it was as though she had smeared honey on her lips, sometimes saying, "Dad, the first time I saw you, I knew you must’ve been a handsome lad who blew thousands of girls off their feet," and sometimes said to Grandma Song, "Grandma, you look as though you’re 60. I’ve never seen an old lady who is almost 80 still looking as young as you."
"What bootlicking? Those were words from the heart, alright?" Changqing snorted proudly. "I wouldn’t dare to do so if it were someone else but your father and Grandma are quite nice to me. It’s no big deal if I say some nice words and build a relationship with them. If you bully me in the future, I’ll tell on you."
Song Chuyi found her amorous eyes, which had a hint of slyness, funny. "Then do you want to tell how I bullied you last night?"
Changqing reflected on it and slapped his shoulder shyly. "Annoying."
Her soft words made someone’s lower abdomen tighten.
Song Chuyi’s eyes deepened and he suddenly grabbed hold of her wrist.
Changqing was shocked and looked up. His deep gaze focused on her without a word and in the dark, it made her feel hot from the blaze.
It wasn’t a turbulent kiss but a deep and lingering one.
Back at Lakeview Residence, Changqing said she had to go up to take some clothes to change into, so she would bring the dog down too.
Song Chuyi agreed and waited for her in the car.
After 20 minutes, Changqing came down with Robben from the lift and when she reached the first floor, just before the lift door opened, she heard some excited female voices outside.
"Wow, why are there so many handsome men in your area?"
"I told you before—he seems to live on this block. I’ve seen him a few times."
The door opened and Changqing came out with the dog. The two young women outside immediately stopped talking.
Changqing walked towards the spot where the car was parked in confusion. When she saw the man leaning on the car door not far away, she stopped in her tracks unconsciously.
Were the two women talking about Song Chuyi just now?
However, she could understand the feelings of the two women a little now.
Leaning on the white Audi, Song Chuyi had both his hands in his pockets and his head tilted to look at the night sky. The hazy evening light draped a thin glow over every inch of his body. His sharp nose, thin lips, light grey and white knitted shirt, coffee brown long pants and white running shoes made him look clean and handsome like a god.
Changqing blinked. Forgive her for
In the words of Jiang Duoyao, a fujoshi, Song Chuyi was the epitome of the forbidden male god type who was good-looking with an elegant look and aloof character.
However, all this was only the surface. In actuality, this was just a man who was mild on the outside but wild on the inside with the skin of the forbidden male god type draped over him.
Who knew how many girls’ hearts this man captured.
Thinking about the fact that the man being discussed by those women was her husband made Changqing feel a little proud yet angry. Why must this man be so good-looking for no reason to attract women?
Forget that he was so handsome, but he still posed in such a good-looking way as though he was afraid people wouldn’t notice he had a good figure and was attractive.
"Woof, woof." Changqing forgot to move until Robben barked twice at her. Song Chuyi then turned his head over.
Changqing opened the back door with a black face and Robben jumped in.
Changqing sat in the driver’s seat and Robben stuck his head forward from the back mischievously.
Song Chuyi pushed him away and asked, "What’s wrong with you again?"
"You’re too handsome. It irks me," Changqing said with a pout.
Song Chuyi "…"
Is that wrong too?
Alright, women are unreasonable.
The road to the Song Household was a little far and on top of that, Changqing drove slowly so they took an hour to get there.
When Grandma Song saw her, she immediately pulled her to watch television with her while Song Huaisheng came downstairs to pass her a watch box.
Changqing saw "Patek Philippe" on the box, and she was astonished. She opened it and an exquisite female watch laid inside quietly.
"Dad, this… must be very expensive." Changqing could tell this watch must’ve been at least a few million.
Song Chuyi was also slightly surprised but quickly regained his calmness. "It’s alright. Keep it, Dad is rich anyway."
"Haha, that’s right." Song Huaisheng nodded his head. "Quick, put it on."
Her wrist was very slender and when she put it on, it contrasted with the fairness of her skin. Changqing held her hand up and said, "I have to be careful of this hand in future. It’s worth a few million."
Grandma Song was amused by her and Song Chuchu also smiled.
In the house, only Dai Ai’s face was slightly frozen, and Song Chulang revealed a mocking face.
Changqing watched the television with Grandma Song until 10 pm. Meanwhile, Song Chuyi was called upstairs by Song Chulang.
She felt a little uneasy. Song Chulang must’ve been talking bad about her behind her back. She had no idea how she had offended him; he had never been pleased with her.
After Grandma Song went to bed, a servant led Changqing back to Song Chuyi’s room.
Compared to her room in her family’s villa, Song Chuyi’s room here seemed even bigger, only that there weren’t many things in his room aside from medical books.
Changqing looked around senselessly and found a photo frame on his bedside table.
There were five people in the photo. Song Huaisheng looked around 30 then. Song Chulang was also smiling brightly. Song Chuyi was still very young and was wearing his school uniform with a pair of black-framed glasses, looking very graceful. Beside him stood a little girl in her teens. On her shoulder sat a long braid and she smiled very sweetly with baby fat on her cheeks. Beside Song Huaisheng was an unknown woman, not Dai Ai, in her thirties. She had prominent features and her lips resembled Song Chuyi’s.
Changqing understood this must be Song Chuyi’s birth mother. However, who was this little girl?
The door suddenly opened and Changqing quickly put the photo down.
Song Chuyi stared slightly and closed the door quietly, saying, "That was a family portrait taken when I was in junior high."
"Oh…" Changqing nodded. Suddenly, she thought about how she seemed to know nothing about Song Chuyi’s mother and scratched the back of her head, saying, "I always thought you looked like your Dad, but you resemble your mother more."
"Don’t they always say sons take after their mother, and daughters take after their father?" Song Chuyi smiled. "Your character is very different from your dad’s. You must be more like your mom."
"Yeah." Changqing nodded vigorously and laughed foolishly. "My dad always says my character is similar to my mom’s."
Song Chuyi raised his thin lips and Changqing lowered her head silently for a while but she was really unable to contain her curiosity and asked, "You have a sister too?"
"… Yeah, she’s living in Germany with my mom." Song Chuyi took off his knitted shirt on the outside, revealing the white T-shirt on the inside. "Go and shower first."
"Mm." Changqing took a look at Song Chuyi and suddenly felt sympathetic.
Sometimes, she really couldn’t understand if rich people’s families fall apart particularly easily just like Fu Yu’s parents. It was also because Uncle Fu found a young woman outside but Uncle Fu was worse for having an illegitimate daughter while married. Song Huaisheng also married Dai Ai, who was almost 20 years younger.
No wonder people always said men liked women who were 21 when they were young and still liked women who were 21 when they were middle-aged. She wondered if Song Chuyi would be like that when he got older.
Changqing felt quite emotional.
When she came out from the shower, Song Chuyi was on the phone on the balcony outside. Changqing sat on the bed and played with her phone for a while. When he returned, she asked, "Was that watch your dad bought originally intended for Auntie?"
Song Chuyi looked at her in astonishment.
Changqing explained, "When your dad gave me the watch, I noticed that your Auntie seemed a little unhappy."
"So be it," Song Chuyi said coldly, "Has my dad given her anything less all these years?"
Changqing understood. Song Chuyi really didn’t like this step-mom and this step-mom wasn’t as amicable as she thought.
Song Chuyi went to bathe and Changqing was in a perturbed state of mind again. Would he do what he did last night again…
Changqing withdrew her body and decided to pretend to sleep.
After pretending for a few minutes, Song Chuyi’s phone on the small coffee table rang.
Who’s calling so late at night?
Changqing crawled over to take a look curiously and the two words "Guan Ying" pricked her eyeballs.
Guan Ying’s magazine cover in the morning flashed across her mind.
She felt a little cold inside. Although she didn’t have any experience with relationships, she liked someone before and knew that a call at this time definitely had an ambiguous meaning. Besides, these two had already broken up. Could it be that Guan Ying wanted to make up with Song Chuyi again?
True, she had already broken up with Fu Yu and was single.
Then what about Song Chuyi—would he make up with her?