Let Me Tell You, I Have A Husband
Chapter 96: Let Me Tell You, I Have A Husband
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
His pupils darkened and Changqing laid on his chest unknowingly, her pink, delicate lips brushing past his collar bone.
His Adam’s apple moved and he said in a low voice, "Come, drink some hot water."
Changqing’s mind was a mess and she drank from his cup. After that, she even licked the corner of her mouth.
"Changqing… Changqing…"
The temperature in the room seemed to have risen to a maximum.
Song Chuyi supported himself with both arms by her side and seemed to feel the little box that he placed in his pocket.
He stopped for a moment and brought it out, recalling how he bought it last night in preparation for tonight’s use. They had a tiff in the afternoon and he even thought it would be of no use anymore, but now, it was just right…
She always complained about the pain, so tonight, it shouldn’t hurt.
Tonight, Changqing felt like she had been roasting under the sun. She tried to push the source of the heat away but not soon after, the heat source started to roast her again. It was hot.
Other than the heat, there was also pain. She cried out but not long after, it didn’t seem that painful anymore.
While she was confused, every single cell of hers seemed to swell unbearably.
The next day, Changqing woke up from thirst.
Her little heart was trembling until it almost stopped and she almost cried out from fear but after seeing those familiar yellow rosewood Buddhist beads on the man’s wrist, her tense heart finally relaxed.
But after relaxing for a second, it tensed up again.
Her brain tried to think with difficulty. When she saw Song Chuyi’s languid and sexy face, she pushed him away violently.
Song Chuyi woke up from the shock but only rubbed his eyes calmly before reaching out to bring her back into his embrace. His voice was husky and bewitching. "Let’s sleep a little more."
He really expended huge amounts of energy last night.
"Song Chuyi…" Chuyi bit his arm angrily.
He sat up in pain and the sleepiness was gone.
How did it happen?
She was still thinking about how to continue on with him yesterday and last night they…
Tears seeped out from her reddened eyes.
Song Chuyi endured the pain from the bite and wiped away the tears on her face.
Changqing pushed him away once again and covered herself up with the blanket, shrinking in a ball and bawling on the bed.
Song Chuyi’s head hurt and he put on a pair of pants and a shirt. He watched her helplessly. "What on earth do you want? We’re a husband and wife; it’s normal for such things to happen. Does it still hurt a lot? You kept hugging me last night though."
Changqing blushed and sniffed. She couldn’t bear to listen on.
Although she was drunk, she still had some hazy snippets of memories.
She did seem to regain consciousness due to the pain at first but after that, it seemed like she fainted from the pleasure.
"I don’t want to do that with you." Changqing threw a pillow at him and covered her ears, refusing to believe all this.
Song Chuyi frowned and was a little angry. "You don’t want to do that with me? Then who do you want to do it with?"
"Anyone as long as it’s not you," Changqing said with hatred.
Song Chuyi laughed coldly. "You can only do it with me."
He stood up and walked out of the room after saying his piece.
Changqing used the back of her hand to wipe her tears away. She wanted to pick up the clothes on the floor to wear but just as her leg touched the floor, she was caught off guard and fell on the floor. Her head hit a chair by the side and she cried even harder from the pain.
The volume of the sobs from the room increased.
Song Chuyi sat quietly on the couch for a while and went in again. He saw the woman sitting on the floor with tears all over her face and felt his head aching.
He took a step forward and carried her horizontally, placing her back on the bed.
Changqing crawled into the blanket with her teary face.
Song Chuyi’s head really ached.
People always said a woman’s heart was as deep as a needle in the bottom of the sea. He had never seen one with a needle deeper than hers.
He pondered and went to the bathroom to get a warm towel and said softly, "Come out."
Changqing refused to move and he tugged the blanket forcefully.
She shrank into a ball with a face like raindrops on a pear blossom. Her delicate appearance almost made Dr. Song lose control and get
He was angry and pulled her into his embrace with one arm, using the warm towel to wipe her skin. He said in a low voice, "Does it feel better?"
Changqing lifted her head, looking at his face with moist eyes which seemed to make him more good-looking and not so aloof compared to before. She felt a surge of numbing pain and pressed her lips together. "Are you like this to all women?"
"No," he said.
"Liar." Changqing stared at him.
"I’m not."
"Liar."
Song Chuyi: "…"
Changqing looked down. "Have you liked anyone before?"
Song Chuyi pondered for a while before saying, "If I said I’ve never liked anyone before, you wouldn’t believe me, but since I chose you, I’ll treat you well and will also be responsible for our marriage."
Changqing went silent.
Perhaps it wasn’t what she wanted to hear.
She wanted to ask him if he ever did "that" with Guan Ying.
But first, she had to be honest with him. She had been good friends with Guan Ying for many years.
He would definitely be angry.
She didn’t move and allowed him to wipe her tender skin with the towel.
Song Chuyi didn’t know what she was thinking at all. He stroked her hair and said, "Sit here for a while. I’ll buy you a bra."
Luckily, there was a lingerie shop downstairs. When he was paying, Song Chuyi recalled Changqing’s extremely childish denim overalls and picked out a set of women’s wear.
The elevator went up and stopped for a while on the 18th floor. A beautiful and attractive woman walked in. When she saw Song Chuyi, she was stupefied for a very long while before squeezing out an awkward smile, nodding at him. "Hello."
Song Chuyi found her a little familiar but couldn’t recall where he had met her before. Sometimes he had to attend to hundreds of patients during outpatient service and had seen many faces. Often, he would meet patients or their families on the streets and they would greet him. He thought this person probably fell into that category.
Hence, he nodded lightly.
Ruan Yang pressed the door-closing button and glanced at the paper bag in his hand. Burberry women’s wear. There was a branch downstairs with considerable prices.
It looked like Guan Ying’s ex-boyfriend was quite rich. What a pity.
It looked like he was buying clothes for a woman—seemed like he found a girlfriend.
It was indeed easy for a rich and handsome man to find a girlfriend.
Once the elevator reached the 27th floor, Song Chuyi strode out.
He opened the door with the room card and there was the sound of showering coming from the bathroom.
Song Chuyi placed the clothes on the bed and received an emergency call from the hospital. A chain accident happened on the highway nearby and many patients were sent in. The hospital was too busy.
His face changed and he knocked on the bathroom door. "Changqing, there are emergency patients at the hospital. I’ll head over first. I got your clothes."
Changqing turned off the tap and heard the door closing outside.
When she came out, the place was quiet. Changqing felt a sense of desolation. Women were sometimes very conflicted. She was frustrated at him and didn’t want to see him, but when he left, she wanted to see him again.
On the top floor, Ruan Yang used the room card to open the door of the suite. She went up and in the glass room, Jiang Duoyao lay lazily on the couch, fast asleep. The dining table was a mess.
She searched around and didn’t see Changqing.
She shook Jiang Duoyao awake and asked, "Wake up. Where’s Changqing?"
"Mm… Changqing?" Jiang Duoyao rubbed both her eyes. "Isn’t she sleeping by the side?"
"Sleep your head—she’s not in the room." Ruan Yang frowned, "Only her wallet and phone is here. Even her dog isn’t around."
"Then maybe she took her dog somewhere to pee and walk. She’s a grown-up and has such a big dog with her. Who would dare to provoke her?" Jiang Duoyao wrapped her arms around her stomach. Perhaps she drank too much yesterday so she felt uneasy. "I’m going to take a trip to the toilet."
Ruan Yang sat on the couch for more than 10 minutes before Jiang Duoyao came out wearily, asking bitterly, "Changqing’s not back yet?"
"No." Ruan Yang was full of worry. "Could she have run out while drunk? This hotel might be proper but there are always indecent people around."
"Why did you leave and not return last night after picking up a call?" Jiang Duoyao said in a bad mood. "Then should we ask the hotel staff?"
Ruan Yang stood up and walked towards the door. Just as she pulled open the door, Changqing was standing outside with Robben, looking as though she was about to knock.
"You’re finally back. Ruan Yang was still saying she was worried something happened to you last night when you were drunk." Jiang Duoyao pulled her in quickly and asked, "Did you go out to walk your dog? You were gone early in the morning."
Changqing was stupefied and looked at Ruan Yang. A sense of suspicion arose but she just nodded.
"You changed?" Ruan Yang looked at her style of dress. It was a checkered, floral print dress. Her stylist even showed her this dress before—it was Burberry’s latest design. Her heart moved a little and she suddenly recalled that Dr. Song was also carrying a Burberry bag in his hand when she came up. A thought was on the verge of surfacing but she found it quite impossible.
"… Yeah." Changqing somehow felt nervous from being stared at by Ruan Yang.
"Didn’t you bring clothes to change yesterday?" Jiang Duoyao questioned.
"I dirtied them in the morning and bought this from downstairs." Changqing felt regretful. She should’ve worn her old set of clothes if she had known earlier, but Robben had left a few pawprints on them and she found them dirty.
"I still want to sleep a bit more." Jiang Duoyao waved her hand. "I have a plane to Hangzhou in the afternoon."
"Then let’s go together. I have to go to the airport." Ruan Yang carried her bag and went downstairs with her. "Right. When I came up just now, I saw Guan Ying’s ex-boyfriend."
Changqing got a shock. "Did you guys say anything?"
"Just a greeting, but I saw him carry a bag of women’s clothing in his hands. He should have a girlfriend already." Ruan Yang stared at her. "But what a coincidence—the clothing bag he was carrying was also Burberry and it looked identical to the one you’re wearing."
Changqing was the most frightened of this gaze from Ruan Yang. It was particularly incisive, as though it could see through the depths of a person’s soul.
The elevator went straight down and Changqing’s heart also dropped continually.
She was thinking Ruan Yang might know everything.
No wonder she kept staring and looking at her dress.
She lowered her head and her head seemed as though it had reached her collar bone.
Ruan Yang was in a daze for a while and seemed to have noticed something. A chilling sense suffused from her bones.
The elevator stopped at the basement two before she started, "It really was you?"
"Ruan Yang, it isn’t what you think. I’m already married to him." Changqing was flustered and explained quickly, holding onto her hand, afraid Ruan Yang would be mistaken.