After Escaping Marriage - Chapter 118
Chapter 118
“Miss Cheng, what a coincidence.”
After speaking, Yu Qingtang unhurriedly sipped her coffee, a faint smile playing on her lips.
A thunderbolt struck Cheng Zhanxi’s mind, leaving her stunned on the spot.
It felt as if a hundred thousand melodramatic thoughts were running rampant in her mind.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here?
Huh? Huh? Huh?
Meanwhile, the Cheng family members, lurking in the adjacent sofa booth to watch the show, wore expressions of utter shock.
She was clearly a bronze-tier player, how did she suddenly transform into a king-tier? Could it be that she had been pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger all along?
We were careless!
Cheng Zhanxi placed one hand on the edge of the table and slowly sat down opposite Yu Qingtang.
Yu Qingtang beckoned a waiter over. The waiter bowed and stood by, asking, “May I ask what you would like to order?”
Yu Qingtang tilted her chin slightly, gesturing towards Cheng Zhanxi in front of her.
Cheng Zhanxi looked at Yu Qingtang, then at the waiter. Her muddled brain first ordered a coffee, then dismissed the waiter.
“Are you Miss Wei?”
“I am not.” Yu Qingtang shook her head.
Cheng Zhanxi suppressed the urge to pull her hair, let out a heavy breath, and said, “Then why are you sitting here?”
If Cheng Zhanxi still couldn’t figure out that her entire family had colluded to put on this act, she wouldn’t deserve to be a Cheng. Yu Qingtang definitely couldn’t have done so much on her own; she had no support in the Capital City, and the only ones she could rely on were her mother, Song Qingrou, and Ms. Song’s husband and son.
Now that this drama had reached its climax, given Song Qingrou’s love for watching a lively scene, it was unlikely she wouldn’t be present. She must be observing silently from somewhere hidden.
Cheng Zhanxi suddenly stood up.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a table where people simultaneously lowered their heads.
Cheng Zhanxi walked over, snatched the magazine from the hands of a lady wearing a black beret, black mesh gloves, and a cocktail dress resembling a Western court gown, and said with a half-smile, “Mom, what a coincidence.”
The lady in the beret looked up, revealing Song Qingrou’s gentle yet radiant face.
Ms. Song showed no guilt at all, smiling generously, “Yes, what a coincidence.”
Cheng Zhanxi bit her lip hard and turned to the two men in suits and leather shoes opposite, who were practically shrinking under the table while pretending to read financial newspapers.
“Dad, Brother.”
Cheng Yi and Cheng Yuanxi sat up straight one after the other.
Cheng Yi chuckled dryly, “Haha.”
Cheng Yuanxi adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses and guiltily averted his gaze.
Cheng Zhanxi took a deep breath.
The trio of Ms. Song and the others, who had been watching the show, were “politely” escorted out of the café by Cheng Zhanxi. Cheng Zhanxi was very angry, and the consequences would be severe. At the door, she coldly threw a sentence at them: “Was it very fun?”
The two Cheng men were worried.
As the little princess of the Cheng family, Cheng Zhanxi had been doted on by her parents and brother since childhood. Although Ms. Song had some bizarre ideas, this was the first time she had gone this far. Cheng Zhanxi cared deeply for Yu Qingtang and wanted to clear all obstacles between them. She had come to meet “Miss Wei” with a do-or-die attitude, even planning to lay her cards on the table when she got home, willing to postpone her own proposal plans. After being on edge for so long, she only discovered at the meeting that it was all just a prank set up specifically for her.
Who wouldn’t be angry in her shoes?
Usually, Cheng Zhanxi would at most throw a small tantrum; overall, she was very easygoing. But the less prone a person was to anger, the more terrifying they were when truly infuriated.
Cheng Yi was filled with regret: “I told you we shouldn’t play this kind of joke. Xixi has never looked at me, her father, with that kind of expression before.”
Cheng Yuanxi thought to himself, “Me neither,” but before he could speak, Song Qingrou turned her fire on Cheng Yi, saying irritably, “You say that now, but you didn’t say it earlier, did you? You’re just being wise after the event.”
The second one to be wise after the event, Cheng Yuanxi, dared not speak.
The first one to be wise after the event had not only offended his daughter but now had to turn around and coax his wife.
He shot Cheng Yuanxi a look, his face a mixture of pain and happiness: This is what it means to be a man of the Cheng family.
Cheng Yuanxi: “…”
He felt that Cheng Yi was just asking for it, like an elementary school boy trying to get his crush’s attention by deliberately offending her.
Song Qingrou, feeling mollified, said, “We’ve teased her plenty of times before, and haven’t we always managed to coax her around? This time, we also have Tangtang. It’ll be twice the result with half the effort. Maybe we won’t even need to step in.”
Inside the café.
After Cheng Zhanxi had decisively escorted the three Cheng family members out, the bit of courage and assertive aura Yu Qingtang had just mustered up deflated.
The waiter brought Cheng Zhanxi’s coffee. Cheng Zhanxi wasn’t at her seat. The waiter looked around, and Yu Qingtang whispered, “Just put it here for now.”
Cheng Zhanxi’s figure appeared at the café entrance in her line of sight, and Yu Qingtang immediately lowered her head.
Cheng Zhanxi sat back down, looking at Yu Qingtang opposite her, whose head was almost buried in her coffee cup, feeling both annoyed and amused. Wasn’t she quite the master strategist in front of her just now? What was this now? It was as if she herself had designed this scheme.
Cheng Zhanxi picked up her coffee and took a sip, a ring of white milk foam appearing around her lips.
“Tell me, what’s going on?” Her voice was unhurried, not pressuring, but definitely not gentle either.
Everyone has a bit of a temper, don’t they?
Yu Qingtang raised her head, heart pounding with trepidation. Seeing Cheng Zhanxi’s face, she paused for a moment, then pulled a tissue from the box on the table and brought her fingers close to Cheng Zhanxi’s lips.
Cheng Zhanxi leaned forward, allowing her to wipe her lips clean.
Yu Qingtang lowered her head again and voluntarily confessed, “That man is Wei Tingyu. I took my mother’s surname. My mother’s name is Yu Ci.”
The words were brief, but the amount of information was substantial.
Wei Tingyu had fathered her but not raised her, sending her to Sicheng to grow up with her maternal grandparents, and she had also taken her mother’s surname. The pampered, wealthy Seventh Miss Wei that Cheng Zhanxi had previously imagined was all false. She was just a pitiful little thing whose birth mother died early, whose birth father ignored her, and who had isolated herself.
This pitiful little thing had become her girlfriend, and Song Qingrou had even brought out her latent black-bellied potential.
Cheng Zhanxi had too many questions. Knowing that Yu Qingtang wouldn’t confess or wasn’t good at confessing, she decided to ask directly: “When did you find out that your marriage partner was me? The first time we met at the convenience store, did you know me before that?”
With so many coincidences piling up, just like Song Qingrou, it was almost natural to suspect that Yu Qingtang had premeditated this.
Yu Qingtang said, “Aunt Song told me after I arrived in the Capital City, just two days ago. She pulled me into the bedroom to chat and asked the same questions as you. I didn’t know you before.”
Cheng Zhanxi then asked, “Did you and my mom know each other long before?”
Yu Qingtang bit her lip.
Cheng Zhanxi clicked her tongue, not very happily.
Was her relationship with Yu Qingtang closer, or was Song Qingrou’s relationship with her closer? Whose side was she really on?
Yu Qingtang quickly said, “Last month, when you went to Venice, I went to the Cheng family to break off the engagement. I didn’t expect to run into your brother… and mother.”
Her voice grew softer and softer under Cheng Zhanxi’s almost tangible gaze.
“Last month?” Cheng Zhanxi asked very softly and slowly.
Yu Qingtang responded softly, “Mm.”
Cheng Zhanxi let out a long breath in several slow exhales.
“Good. Very good,” she said with a smile.
Cheng Zhanxi and Yu Qingtang came out of the café, not holding hands.
Cheng Zhanxi told her to wait by the roadside while she went to get the car.
The hem of Yu Qingtang’s apricot-colored skirt fluttered in the wind. She raised a hand to tidy her slightly messy bangs, took out her phone from the side pocket of her bag, and unlocked the screen.
Song Qingrou: How did it go?
Song Qingrou: I’m dying of anxiety.
Song Qingrou: Have you two finished talking?
Song Qingrou: Are you coming home for lunch today?
Song Qingrou: Calling, calling, reply when you see this.
Yu Qingtang replied: Not so good, she seems very angry.
Yu Qingtang typed: 【Auntie, I think Cheng Zhanxi seems…】
Yu Qingtang deleted the words in the input box one by one and sniffled softly.
The summer wind was hot, but Yu Qingtang couldn’t feel a trace of warmth.
A Porsche Panamera stopped in front of her. The passenger-side window slowly rolled down, revealing Cheng Zhanxi’s expressionless profile inside. Yu Qingtang opened the car door and silently got in.
Cheng Zhanxi turned her head, confirmed that Yu Qingtang had fastened her seatbelt, and stepped on the accelerator.
She didn’t speak to her.
Yu Qingtang pursed her lips and tried to start a conversation: “Your mom asked if we’re going home for lunch today.”
Cheng Zhanxi said coolly, “No, we’ll eat by ourselves.”
She thought to herself: Is she your mom or my mom? You teamed up with her to play me for a fool.
Yu Qingtang asked cautiously, “Where are we going?”
Cheng Zhanxi didn’t answer, skillfully turning the steering wheel as the car made a turn.
Yu Qingtang began to apologize: “I’m sorry.”
Cheng Zhanxi said lightly, “I’m driving. We’ll talk later.”
Just now in the café, they hadn’t finished talking. After Cheng Zhanxi had said “good” through gritted teeth, she had paid the bill and left. Did she not want to hear her explanation anymore? Or was she already tired of her? The more Yu Qingtang thought about it, the more scared she became, trying to banish these unrealistic speculations from her mind.
They went to a high-class restaurant on the top floor of a hotel.
Cheng Zhanxi tossed the car keys to a valet in a red vest. She walked past Yu Qingtang, who was waiting on the steps. Beneath Yu Qingtang’s feigned composure was unconcealable apprehension. Cheng Zhanxi’s heart suddenly softened, and she extended her hand.
Yu Qingtang took her hand, then moved closer and linked her arm through Cheng Zhanxi’s, glancing at her timidly, afraid she would refuse.
Cheng Zhanxi looked straight ahead and said lightly, “Weren’t you afraid I’d get angry when you were playing with me?”
Yu Qingtang’s ears turned slightly red, and she defended herself in a soft voice:
“I wasn’t playing…”
“Then what was it?”
“Auntie said…”
Cheng Zhanxi interrupted her, “The elevator’s here.”
Yu Qingtang could only say, “Oh.”
She suddenly felt that Cheng Zhanxi didn’t seem that angry after all.
But the way Cheng Zhanxi frowned made her feel a little uncomfortable watching.
The cool pad of a finger touched Cheng Zhanxi’s glabella. Cheng Zhanxi looked down at Yu Qingtang, whose delicate brows were slightly furrowed, and said, “What are you doing?”
Yu Qingtang placed another finger there as well, slowly and gently smoothing out Cheng Zhanxi’s tightly knitted brow.
Did she think she could coax her like this?
Cheng Zhanxi deliberately resisted. As soon as it was smoothed, she would frown again. As soon as it was smoothed, she would frown again, until her whole face was wrinkled.
Yu Qingtang couldn’t help but say, “Don’t mess around.” Her tone carried a hint of firm command.
The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted it. She was clearly the one in the wrong. Before she could apologize, Cheng Zhanxi obediently smoothed her brow.
Yu Qingtang: “?”
What was going on?
The elevator reached the top floor. When Yu Qingtang saw the restaurant’s layout, she felt a pang of jealousy.
During the New Year period, Cheng Zhanxi had returned to the Capital alone and had treated Tan Lingfei to a meal here. Tan Lingfei had even posted pictures on Weibo, which Yu Qingtang remembered vividly.
“Didn’t you say this morning that you might eat out for lunch?” Yu Qingtang remembered what she had said in the morning. Was this about treating “Miss Wei” to a meal?
Cheng Zhanxi said with a half-smile, “That’s right, having lunch with Miss Wei.”
Two mouthfuls of vinegar made Miss Wei herself so sour she couldn’t tell east from west.
Cheng Zhanxi led her to a seat and asked, “What would you like to eat?”
Yu Qingtang, full from “drinking vinegar,” said, “You order.”
Cheng Zhanxi pushed the menu over: “No, today is the big day of our meeting. Won’t Miss Wei do me the honor?”
Yu Qingtang: “…”
The atmosphere before the meal wasn’t entirely pleasant, but it gradually improved once the dishes started arriving.
Cheng Zhanxi had been wanting to bring Yu Qingtang to this restaurant for a long time. She had booked a table long before, even earlier than “Miss Wei’s” appointment. If Yu Qingtang hadn’t been “Miss Wei,” she would have taken her somewhere else for lunch.
Cheng Zhanxi peeled shrimp for Yu Qingtang, placing the shrimp meat on the plate in front of her, and said, “Their signature eel rice is very good. You can try it later.”
Without thinking, Yu Qingtang said, “I know.”
Tan Lingfei had mentioned it on Weibo, and it was in the accompanying pictures.
Cheng Zhanxi made an “Hmm?” sound and looked up in surprise, “You know?”
Yu Qingtang’s eyes darted around. “I think I saw an advertisement when I came in just now. Or maybe I remembered wrongly. I just said it casually.”
Cheng Zhanxi said, “So that’s how it is.” It was unclear whether she believed her or not.
Yu Qingtang ate quietly, no longer making careless remarks.
Cheng Zhanxi glanced at her, a thoughtful expression on her face.
The things Yu Qingtang hadn’t told her were more numerous than she had imagined.
Cheng Zhanxi was angry, but not so angry as to lose her reason. Besides, it was clear that Song Qingrou was the mastermind in this matter, and Yu Qingtang was at most an accomplice. But did Yu Qingtang even know how much Cheng Zhanxi liked her, to joke about such a thing? What if she hadn’t been “Miss Wei”? Hadn’t she considered that possibility?
For this point alone, Cheng Zhanxi wouldn’t let her get away with it by acting cute.
As for her mother, she would settle the score with her later.
Cheng Zhanxi ordered eel rice and fed Yu Qingtang, who was eating crab with both hands, with a spoon. After swallowing the eel rice, Yu Qingtang couldn’t help but ask, “Have you brought other people here before?”
Cheng Zhanxi answered smoothly, “Work-related partners.”
Yu Qingtang pressed, “Male or female?”
Cheng Zhanxi said, “I’ve forgotten.”
Yu Qingtang asked again, “Were they pretty?”
Cheng Zhanxi was watertight: “Aren’t all people just two eyes and a mouth? What’s there to be pretty or not?”
Yu Qingtang opened her mouth.
Cheng Zhanxi looked at her and smiled, “You’re different. You’re a fairy. How can mere mortals compare to you?”
Saying this, she fed her another spoonful of eel rice. Yu Qingtang ate it, her eyes and brows curving into a smile involuntarily.
Cheng Zhanxi also smiled.
After smiling, she remembered she was still angry and abruptly schooled her expression.
Yu Qingtang: “…”
She had been reading romance novels recently, which said that women in love were capricious. She thought only she would be like that, but unexpectedly, Cheng Zhanxi was too.
The capricious Cheng Zhanxi drove her home. At the entrance, Yu Qingtang’s words to her echoed in her ears, each sentence now seeming to hold a deeper meaning.
—I also have something generally important to tell you.
—When you tell me, I’ll tell you. We’ll exchange.
Cheng Zhanxi ground her teeth.
You, Yu Qingtang, how did you learn to be so mischievous?
Seeing Cheng Zhanxi’s expression, Yu Qingtang knew something was amiss and quickly pushed her away from the “trouble spot” of the entrance. Cheng Zhanxi snorted lightly and went into the dressing room to get her pajamas.
It would have been fine if she hadn’t gone, but going there meant stepping on another landmine.
Cheng Zhanxi turned to look at the apricot-colored long dress on Yu Qingtang, who had followed her in, and narrowed her eyes, “Going out this afternoon?”
Yu Qingtang apologized as easily as drinking water, decisively: “I was wrong.”
“…”
Cheng Zhanxi suppressed her anger.
Cheng Zhanxi had originally planned to take Yu Qingtang out in the afternoon, if she had successfully dealt with “Miss Wei.” Now, the plan was undoubtedly ruined. She went to the bathroom. Just as the hot water started showering down, the door was pushed open from the outside. Yu Qingtang, her clothes half-undone, skillfully threw herself into Cheng Zhanxi’s arms.
Cheng Zhanxi also skillfully “ate her clean.”
In the heat of passion, Yu Qingtang intermittently said in her arms, “Don’t… be angry… mm… okay?”
Cheng Zhanxi almost blurted out an “okay.”
It’s truly impossible to guard against!
Cheng Zhanxi fell asleep, her arms tightly wrapped around the woman’s waist.
Anger was anger, but it couldn’t affect their relationship; Cheng Zhanxi understood this very clearly.
Now she also had a little selfish thought, hoping Yu Qingtang would coax her a bit longer. What if her little brain had a flash of inspiration and decided to top her?
That night, they tried the dining table. Cheng Zhanxi had specially laid two layers of tablecloths, the top one being velvet, soft to the touch.
Cheng Zhanxi lifted her onto it.
Yu Qingtang gripped the edge of the table tightly, her calves dangling. She turned her head to look at the vase on the table; the flower stems inside were fresh, and the petals still had water droplets on them.
The vase shook and trembled, as if hit by a small, miniature earthquake. Water droplets splashed onto the velvet tablecloth, seeping in without a trace.
But a large area of the table edge became wet.
Yu Qingtang’s trip to the Capital City was almost like a leisure vacation, but Cheng Zhanxi was different. Early the next morning, Cheng Zhanxi’s assistant, Xiao Xue, came to “hang herself”—no, to urge her to go to work. Cheng Zhanxi left with her assistant, not even having time for breakfast. When Yu Qingtang woke up, Cheng Zhanxi had already left. She had pestered Cheng Zhanxi until the latter half of the night yesterday and had slept late.
They didn’t always have time to cook themselves, and since they would be staying here for two months, Cheng Zhanxi had hired a cooking auntie.
Hot congee was ready in the kitchen, side dishes were in the pot, and the auntie had left a note on the kitchen door.
Yu Qingtang ladled out some congee and placed a few side dishes on the dining table.
The tablecloth was, of course, not last night’s. Yu Qingtang lowered her head, sniffed, and silently sat down opposite.
Song Qingrou called her: “Tangtang.”
Yu Qingtang put her spoon back in the bowl, her feelings complicated: “Auntie.”
Song Qingrou said affectionately, “Cheng Zhanxi has gone out. Do you want to come over to Auntie’s place to play?”
Yu Qingtang: “…”
For some reason, Yu Qingtang detected a subtle feeling of having an affair while her girlfriend was away.
Especially last night, Cheng Zhanxi was probably high from their activities, her head very hot. She had whispered aggrievedly in Yu Qingtang’s ear that Yu Qingtang liked her mother more than her. Otherwise, why would she side with Song Qingrou and not her? Why would she team up with Song Qingrou to tease her, and not team up with her to tease Song Qingrou?
Yu Qingtang: “…”
Did she dare? She didn’t dare.
Cheng Zhanxi was being unreasonable and even ended up crying, crying while they were doing it. Yu Qingtang wanted to cry too, but she couldn’t; she had to endure and coax at the same time.
Yu Qingtang thought for a moment and said, “Can I ask Cheng Zhanxi?”
Song Qingrou said, “She’s the one who asked me to ask you. She’s afraid you’ll be bored at home alone.”
Yu Qingtang said, “Oh, is that so.”
Despite this, Yu Qingtang made an excuse to hang up first, asked Cheng Zhanxi, and after confirming it was her intention, agreed to Song Qingrou’s invitation.
Half an hour later, the Cheng family’s driver came to pick her up. Yu Qingtang bent down to get into the car and thanked the driver outside.
The driver smiled and said, “You’re too polite, Young Mistress.”
With that, his white-gloved hand closed the rear car door.
Yu Qingtang: “!!!”
What did he call her?!
Yu Qingtang wasn’t stupid. If the driver hadn’t received instructions from the family, he would absolutely not address someone improperly; that was basic professionalism.
Who?
Song Qingrou or Cheng Zhanxi?
Yu Qingtang pressed her rapidly beating heart, her ears gradually turning red.
“Young Mistress, please.” It happened again when she arrived at the Cheng residence.
Song Qingrou was waiting for her at the main entrance. As soon as she saw her, she affectionately came up, took her hand, and led her inside. A servant brought over a platter of cut fruit.
Yu Qingtang sat on the sofa next to Song Qingrou, feeling that the living room was a bit empty.
“Xixi’s dad and brother have both gone to work.”
Yu Qingtang understood.
Song Qingrou brought the fruit platter over, told Yu Qingtang to take a couple of pieces to eat, and asked, “Is Xixi still angry?”
Yu Qingtang said succinctly, “Angry.”
Song Qingrou immediately became worried. “What should we do then? Didn’t you coax her?”
Yu Qingtang said, “I did.”
“Didn’t work?”
“Didn’t work.”
Last night, she had made such a big sacrifice, even agreeing to the dining table. But after “eating” her, Cheng Zhanxi didn’t soften at all. She had suffered through the torment for half the night for nothing. Now, even sitting, she wanted to put a pillow under her; her lower back was so sore.
“That’s impossible,” Song Qingrou said. “How did you coax her?”
Yu Qingtang remained silent.
Song Qingrou exclaimed, “Aiya! What can’t you tell Mom—Auntie?”
Yu Qingtang’s temple twitched.
“Mom-Auntie,” quite a unique form of address. The driver’s “Young Mistress” was probably also Song Qingrou’s handiwork.
It wasn’t Cheng Zhanxi. A trace of regret flashed through Yu Qingtang’s heart.
Yu Qingtang’s silence was a statement in itself. Song Qingrou was battle-hardened; what didn’t she know?
“You can’t always rely on…” Song Qingrou cleared her throat, glossing over it vaguely, “…In the future, when you two are in your seventies or eighties, and that thing… doesn’t work anymore, how will you coax her?”
Yu Qingtang showed an eager, knowledge-seeking gaze.
She didn’t know how to be in a relationship. Her only friend, Wen Zhihan, was overseas and also “single since birth,” completely useless for advice. Song Qingrou and Cheng Yi had such a good relationship; they were clearly experienced.
Song Qingrou’s mother-in-law class had begun.
“The Cheng family members, their personalities are all very similar. They appear polite and well-mannered, both mature and childish. Once they fall in love, they are devoted lovers; there will be no one else but you in this lifetime, so you can rest assured. But correspondingly, you will also see a side of her unknown to others. I don’t know what Xixi is like in a relationship, but she should be similar to her dad—surprisingly petty, gets jealous over things you can’t even imagine, and likes to cry. She needs her lover to dote on her constantly, love her the most, and have eyes only for her.”
Yu Qingtang nodded, deeply agreeing.
Yu Qingtang took the fruit platter from her hands so she could free her hands to eat fruit.
Song Qingrou took a bite of cantaloupe. “This is sweet. Try it.”
Yu Qingtang listened to her and tried a piece, saying, “Delicious.”
“Right? I’ll pack some for you to take back later.” Song Qingrou smiled, then returned to the main topic, “So, how can you make her feel that you’re doting on her?”
Yu Qingtang thought to herself, I even let her do it on the dining table, isn’t that doting on her enough?
Song Qingrou looked at her flickering gaze but didn’t ask, continuing at her own pace.
“Doting isn’t unconditional indulgence; that’s called spoiling. You’re not raising a child, right? There needs to be a balance of tension and relaxation.”
“Simply doting isn’t enough. You need to express care and possessiveness. Don’t always let her lead you by the nose.”
“If you really don’t understand, it’s very simple: treat her the way she treats you.”
“Do you feel that she loves you very much? If so, why not copy the readily available answer? Even if you can’t score a hundred points, fifty is enough! Those surnamed Cheng are too good at being in relationships!”
…
Yu Qingtang stayed at the Cheng residence for lunch. In the afternoon, she went with Song Qingrou to the garden to cut flower branches, arrange flowers, brew tea, and have afternoon tea—leisurely and as pleasant as an immortal’s life.
In the evening, Cheng Zhanxi and Cheng Yi returned together and respectively took their own wives home.
After dinner, as they drove home, Cheng Zhanxi asked, “What did you do all day?”
Yu Qingtang reported truthfully, for a full five minutes.
Cheng Zhanxi said with complex feelings, “Hmm…”
Her days with her weren’t even this exciting.
“Um…” Yu Qingtang hesitated.
Cheng Zhanxi asked, “What?”
Yu Qingtang turned to her and said, “I thought of you five hundred and forty-nine times today.”
Cheng Zhanxi slammed on the brakes. Inertia threw them both forward, then the seatbelts caught them, and they bounced back into their seats.
Cheng Zhanxi reached out and rubbed her shoulder, saying, “Sorry.” She asked softly, “What did you just say?”
Yu Qingtang looked directly into her eyes, suppressing the urge to shyly lower her head, and said seriously and earnestly, “I said, I thought of you five hundred and fifty times today.”
Every word was clear and pleasant to the ear.
The curve of Cheng Zhanxi’s lips gradually turned upwards. She asked softly, “Wasn’t it five hundred and forty-nine before?”
“I just thought of you again.”
“And now?”
“Five hundred and fifty-one,” Yu Qingtang said.
Cheng Zhanxi’s ears were very honest; they gradually turned red and started to feel hot.
Damn it.
Where did she learn this? How did she suddenly become so good at it?
Cheng Zhanxi was temporarily inexperienced in this aspect. It was the first time she had been teased by her to the point of only being able to blush. Heat kept rising, and she raised a hand to cover one of her burning cheeks, wishing she could bury her face in the steering wheel.
In the narrow space of the car, the temperature rose higher and higher, the air grew thicker, and reason became a captive of emotion.
“Five hundred and fifty-two.” Her voice was slightly hoarse.
Yu Qingtang licked her dry lips, her gaze darkening. She pulled down Cheng Zhanxi’s hand that was covering her cheek and leaned over to kiss her lips.
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