Chapter 91: Deep In The Night, A Call From Guan Ying
Chapter 91: Deep In The Night, A Call From Guan Ying
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
It wasn’t impossible. Guan Ying was so pretty and had always been good at getting men’s favour, unlike herself…
Moreover, Ruan Yang once said that in this world, there was only a third party who didn’t work hard enough with no solid foundation.
Changqing’s heart felt suffocated. The ringtone was piercing her ears and made her uncomfortable.
The phone rang for a while then stopped.
Changqing picked up Song Chuyi’s phone. There was one missed call.
She suddenly wanted to see if there were any dubious text messages. Although this didn’t seem very honest, it was the best way to test if a man was loyal.
There was a show based on true people and stories at their station and in the show, there were all kinds of playboys flirting around.
Changqing pushed her chest up. She was his wife. As his wife, she had the right to sneak a peek.
But what was the password?
She didn’t seem to know Song Chuchu’s birthday.
Changqing was frustrated and finally, she tried to test her luck by trying her birthday first.
Who knew, Song Chuchu might have a crush on her?
In the end… the password was obviously wrong.
She tried Guan Ying’s birthday too and luckily, it was wrong.
Hence, she tried the 123456 type of password.
After trying for a while, the phone vibrated to remind her that there were too many wrong attempts and she had to wait five minutes before trying again.
F*ck, so long.
Changqing was in a daze. At that moment, she heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. She quickly placed the phone down and snuck back into bed.
Song Chuyi came out and saw her scrolling through Weibo on her phone seriously.
He threw the towel he was using to dry his hair and reached out to grab his phone.
Suddenly, Changqing let out an "Ahhh!"
He was shocked and turned back to look at her. "What’s wrong?"
Changqing blinked and her brain turned quickly. She pointed at him and said, "You have chest muscles."
"Not like you haven’t seen them before," Song Chuyi said lightly.
"No, your chest muscles didn’t look that good before." Changqing tried with all her might to squeeze out some words from her throat. She mustn’t let him touch his phone in the next five minutes. Otherwise, he would definitely know she tried to unlock his phone. "You have four packs."
"Yeah." Song Chuyi was confused.
"No, how would you have abs if you’re at the hospital all day long? Don’t you doctors usually only have one pack?" Changqing elaborated: "One big fat pack."
"I gym occasionally too." Song Chuyi’s chest muscles tensed a little. Was it okay for a woman to stare at his chest muscles and discuss them late at night?
He put on his T-shirt and reached out, once again, for his phone.
Changqing let out an "Aiya" again. "My stomach hurts all of a sudden."
She used all of her acting skills and made her pretty little face crumple up with pain.
Song Chuyi believed her and walked over. "Is it your gastroenteritis again? Is it very painful?"
"Maybe. Anyway, it just hurts." Changqing grabbed his hand and squeezed her pink lips together tightly. Her amorous eyes shone with a radiance that made him feel sympathy. "Why don’t you get me some warm water? I don’t want to keep taking medicine—it’s not good for your body to take too much medicine."
"I’ll make you warm milk," Song Chuyi said after thinking for a while.
"Mm, mm." Changqing nodded her little head obediently.
Song Chuyi covered her up with the blanket and went downstairs.
Changqing heaved a sigh of relief. When she heard the footsteps disappearing downstairs, she crawled up immediately to check on the phone. Thank goodness. There were only two minutes left. It would definitely take him longer than that to come back after making warm milk.
She looked at the time and Song Chuyi took around seven to eight minutes before returning. "It’s been long since I came back and I didn’t know where the milk was. I only found it after asking the housekeeper. Drink it quickly. If you still feel uncomfortable after drinking it, you’ll have to take medicine."
"Mm," Changqing gulped the milk down and in order to make her acting look realistic, she covered her stomach for over a minute before saying in a low tone, "It doesn’t seem to hurt that much anymore, milk works wonders. I’m going to drink a cup of milk every night in the future."
"Is milk that miraculous?" Song Chuyi looked at how at ease she was and as a doctor himself, he also expressed a little suspicion.
Changqing nodded her head vigorously. "Right. I think someone called you just now when you were bathing."
Song Chuyi went over to pick up his phone.
Changqing watched him carefully throughout.
He frowned when he saw the
Changqing laid in the blanket and pretended to ask indifferently, "Are you not going to return the call?"
"It’s nothing important." Song Chuyi’s voice came from the other side of the bed.
Changqing’s back was facing him and she let out a sigh of relief inside. At the same time, the corners of her mouth lifted into a sneaky smile unconsciously.
The other side of the bed sank and a hand suddenly embraced her waist. Changqing blanked out and immediately, his fresh scent attacked her from behind.
Changqing’s shoulders froze with disappointment.
What happened next was only to be expected. Only a little more than 10 minutes later, Changqing cried out in pain again. Song Chuyi endured until he broke out in a sweat and had to go to the bathroom after a while.
Changqing crawled up to look for her pyjamas in pain. When she lifted the blanket, she saw a small red patch on the sheets and was stupefied.
My first time’s gone?
Is it really gone?
Then now, could I be considered… Song Chuchu’s woman for real…
Changqing was in a daze. She felt a little sweetness and a little inexplicable complexity.
She was actually quite fond of Song Chuchu as a person.
Although his words were harsh and he frequently dissed her, there were times when he was very manly. Especially when he was examining his patients, when he took her place during the drunk-driving incident and also when he bought medicine for her…
There were many areas where he was attractive but the two of them hadn’t known each other long. Although they were married, their marriage wasn’t stable.
Besides, the books always said this activity… could be so pleasurable that one would pass out…
What happened to the trip to heaven?
What happened to floating on the sea…?
How could they lie like that? It wasn’t even a story from a fairytale.
Song Chuyi came out once again from the bathroom. Changqing was already dressed, sitting blankly in the middle of the bed. Her little face was a little red and a little white.
He went up a few steps and saw the red patch on the bed.
He froze for a few seconds and sat on the bed, holding her waist with one hand. He pulled her into his embrace gently.
The tip of Changqing’s nose laid on his chest and she could smell the fresh scent of body wash. Suddenly, she cried out childishly.
"Song Chuchu, my first time is gone. You took it away."
Actually, she had no idea why she was crying either. She just felt like crying and even sniffed, reminding Song Chuyi of those sick children at the hospital. They often cried too and every time he would cajole them. The children would then cry and ask, "Am I going to die…?"
Every time he heard those words, he felt very upset.
But now, a delicate woman was crying in his embrace and his arms were completely filled.
He was very upset as well alright; he had to deal with it himself in the bathroom just now and once he came back, her first time was gone.
Changqing finished crying and reached out to him. "Hand me a tissue."
Song Chuyi raised his brows. She had started to take advantage of her rights to order him around so quickly?
Sure.
He pulled out a piece of tissue and passed it to her. After wiping her moist eyes and taking a good look at his good-looking face, she felt her face heating up once again. She turned her body around and mumbled softly. "The sheets are dirty. How are we going to sleep?"
"I’ll get new ones from the housekeeper." Song Chuyi stood up and a little hand grabbed onto him, flustered. Changqing’s rosy little face was filled with flirtation. "You can’t. She’ll guess what happened."
Song Chuyi forced himself to not look at her. "It’s normal between a husband and wife. Don’t tell me you want to sleep in these sheets overnight?"
Changqing was also distressed. Her pouting red lips glistened.
"See if you want to take a shower. I’ll get the sheets," Song Chuyi instructed her and went downstairs.
Changqing took one last look at the sheets and made her way to the bathroom.
In the mirror, she examined herself carefully and there were a lot of red marks all over her body.
After she came out from the shower, Song Chuyi had just finished changing the sheets. The old sheets were placed by his side.
Changqing went over to fold the old sheets properly and said, "I want to take these bedsheets back."
Song Chuyi blinked.
Changqing lowered her head and said, "It was my first time. I want to keep them."
She turned with her side facing him. Her hair fell down lightly and her pale neck and shoulder shone bright and fair under the light. Her face was very delicate.
Song Chuyi stared at her for a while and walked up to pick her up horizontally, his eyes filled with gentleness. "Sleep."
Changqing didn’t sleep well. She tossed and turned.
Song Chuyi was unable to sleep because of her movements and simply turned over to hug her.
Changqing dared not move again, but she felt uncomfortable with questions stuck in her mind. She hesitated for a long time but still stammered, "Did you come in before? Why do I feel like it was about the same as yesterday?"
"…" Song Chuyi’s brows twitched. "Only a little."
It was only a teeny tiny bit.
Changqing sank into frustration once again.
Why were she and Song Chuchu different from the films she watched during university?
Could it be that the films were a lie?
That wasn’t possible.
Maybe the problem really lay with her.
She could feel that although her first time was gone, Song Chuchu didn’t feel any pleasure and neither did she.
Changqing was frustrated. If she were to continue like this, would Song Chuchu despise her?
The next day, Song Chuyi was already gone when Changqing woke up.
Anyway, she didn’t know when he woke up every day.
Changqing stretched and told herself secretly that today was her first day after her transformation into a woman.
After pondering for a while, Changqing opened Weibo and posted an update: "Today is a special day."
Within 10 seconds, there were many replies.
Almighty Little Vixen: "What special day?"
Thinking Of You Quietly: "In love?"
Changqing covered her mouth and laughed secretly. After playing with her phone for a while, she walked to the balcony. The Song Family’s garden was a sight to behold; especially from where she was standing, she could see the rock garden, a little pond and a basketball court.
In the basketball court in the early morning, Song Chulang and Song Chuyi were playing basketball in white workout clothing.
The two brothers were similar in physique and height.
Song Chulang turned gracefully and dodged away from Song Chuyi, landing a three-pointer.
"Impressive, impressive." Changqing couldn’t help but applaud.
In the quiet courtyard, her voice wasn’t loud but the sound transmitted over quickly. Song Chulang looked over to where she was and very quickly, he frowned again.
Changqing covered her mouth quickly and didn’t dare to stay any longer on the balcony.