After Escaping Marriage - Chapter 121

Chapter 121

Cheng Zhanxi rubbed all her tears onto her mother's clothes and lifted her head from her shoulder.

Song Qingrou pulled two tissues for her from the nearby table and asked with amusement, "What did I do right this time?"

Cheng Zhanxi didn't take the tissues, closing her eyes and letting her mom wipe her tears.

"Did you pick out Yu Qingtang's clothes?"

"Yes."

"Why did you choose so many suits for her?"

Song Qingrou said "Oh," her tone casual, "I noticed she's usually not very confident, so I wanted the clothes to give her a bit of a boost."

Cheng Zhanxi raised her palm. Song Qingrou, not knowing why, also raised her hand.

Cheng Zhanxi high-fived her and said, "Experience counts."

Song Qingrou waved her hand modestly, "Not at all, not at all."

Yu Qingtang's low self-esteem was deep-seated. Although it had diminished significantly after being with Cheng Zhanxi, it couldn't escape the notice of an experienced person like Song Qingrou. She had also walked many paths, seen many people, and had been in a relationship for over thirty years. Yu Qingtang's shyness and lack of initiative when facing Cheng Zhanxi weren't just instinctive reactions to her beloved; rather, she subconsciously placed herself in a position inferior to Cheng Zhanxi. Perhaps she herself hadn't noticed that whenever Cheng Zhanxi was present, she would always seek the other's opinion, putting herself after Cheng Zhanxi.

Undoubtedly, Yu Qingtang was very accustomed to and even fond of this pattern. She cared about few things to begin with, so centering her life around Cheng Zhanxi, whom she cared about most, wasn't a big deal to her, and she hadn't noticed any problem with it.

She saw herself as Cheng Zhanxi's possession, to be taken as desired. And Cheng Zhanxi was hers; she understood this principle but wouldn't ask for or take anything. She only needed Cheng Zhanxi to be by her side, to be her stars and moon, just to shine.

She was already very content now and didn't want to change the current situation.

The two of them never made love with the lights on, not because Yu Qingtang was shy, but because she dared not look directly at Cheng Zhanxi's sacred body, just as mortals cannot look directly at a god.

It might sound a bit exaggerated, but in fact, Cheng Zhanxi had discovered through experience that Yu Qingtang truly thought this way, and she felt quite helpless about it. It wasn't that Cheng Zhanxi hadn't tried to seduce her actively, but at the last moment, Yu Qingtang always managed to use her own "skills" to turn from the initiator to the receiver. It wasn't that she didn't want to; she simply didn't even have the thought of wanting to.

The moonlight shines on the traveler; how can the traveler embrace the bright moon of the ninth heaven?

Of course, Cheng Zhanxi could clearly ask her to take the lead. Given Yu Qingtang's complete obedience to her, she would definitely go for it, albeit reluctantly. With her natural attributes, her technique probably wouldn't be bad either.

But Cheng Zhanxi didn't want her to treat this as a task to be completed.

For her, spiritual compatibility was far and always greater than physical needs. To put it this way, if Yu Qingtang were asexual, she would be willing to have a platonic relationship for a lifetime.

The root of their problem wasn't here; this was just a more obvious aspect reflected on the surface.

Song Qingrou didn't know about their bedroom secrets, but she could see the essence of the problem and prescribe the right remedy.

It wasn't that Cheng Zhanxi couldn't bring Yu Qingtang with her to work, inseparable, but she didn't. The reason she let Yu Qingtang spend time with her mom was also in hopes that her mom could show Yu Qingtang more of the new world.

Besides her lover, she also had family, and extending outwards, a wonderful and rich life.

Ms. Song had raised Cheng Zhanxi. Yu Qingtang couldn't become a second Cheng Zhanxi, but she would become a confident Yu Qingtang.

It would be better if Yu Qingtang could take the lead, but it didn't matter if she couldn't. There were so many ways to be intimate in bed; up until now, it wasn't that Cheng Zhanxi hadn't been satisfied, just not that satisfied.

Wanting Yu Qingtang to match her stamina was, in itself, a fantasy.

The mother and daughter came up from the library. Cheng Zhanxi was holding Song Qingrou's book. Yu Qingtang, who had been holding a dark blue suit against herself, immediately put her hand down, uncomfortably tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with a finger, and greeted them softly:

"Xixi, Auntie."

Cheng Zhanxi placed the book on the coffee table, helped her fold the clothes neatly, put them into a shopping bag, and said with a gentle smile, "Try them on slowly at home, no rush."

Yu Qingtang nodded.

Cheng Zhanxi put the bag with the other shopping bags, picked them up with both hands, and prepared to leave, "Mom, Tangtang and I..."

Song Qingrou interrupted her, saying, "Wait a moment, there's something I haven't said yet."

Cheng Zhanxi: "?"

Song Qingrou beckoned to Yu Qingtang. Yu Qingtang understood and walked over. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law whispered to each other on the side, murmuring and exchanging glances.

Cheng Zhanxi: "???"

Could one really not be jealous of this?

Where was her dad? Weren't he and her brother done talking in the study? Why hadn't he taken his wife away yet?

Song Qingrou let Yu Qingtang return and turned to knock on the study door.

Cheng Yuanxi opened the door, "Mom?"

Song Qingrou said, "There's something."

Cheng Yuanxi turned and called his dad. Father and son came out together.

The family of five sat on the sofa. A servant brought over after-meal fruit.

Song Qingrou said, "This morning, when Tangtang and I were out shopping, we ran into a very arrogant young lady from the Wei family."

Cheng Yuanxi said, "Wei Zhiling?"

Song Qingrou said, "I don't know her name, the one who's ranked ninth."

Cheng Yuanxi nodded, "Then it's her."

Wei Zhiling did act well-behaved and generous in front of him, like a well-bred young lady from a prestigious family. However, Cheng Yuanxi wouldn't judge people solely by appearances; he wasn't in the same circle as the hedonistic scions of the capital city.

Song Qingrou recounted the gist of the matter. She had discussed the earlier part with Yu Qingtang later and was very clear about it. She also mentioned the part where she stood up for Yu Qingtang.

While speaking, she occasionally glanced at Yu Qingtang out of the corner of her eye. Yu Qingtang's gaze remained fixed on Cheng Zhanxi, her thin lips unconsciously pressed together slightly.

She was nervous.

The three members of the Cheng family who had just learned about it didn't look too pleased.

Cheng Yi asked, "Which branch of the family is Wei Jiu from?"

Cheng Yuanxi cracked his knuckles, making a crisp sound, and said, "Wei Tingzhi's. Recently, they've been fighting fiercely with the second branch. Wei Tinglan's methods are more skillful than his; he's a ruthless character."

Cheng Yi hummed deeply.

There were no outsiders at home. Cheng Yuanxi said, "Old Master Wei is getting on in years. When he passes, the Wei family will most likely fall into chaos. We might be able to take a big bite out of the Wei family then."

Cheng Yi picked up the teacup from the table, blew on the hot surface of the tea, crossed his long legs, his expression calm.

"Let's observe for now," he mused. "Wei Tingzhi..."

Cheng Zhanxi didn't understand business matters. She turned to look at Yu Qingtang and said softly, "Why didn't you tell me when I called you at noon?"

Yu Qingtang lowered her eyes slightly and said in a small voice, "I was planning to tell you tonight when we got back."

Cheng Zhanxi squeezed her hand.

Cheng Zhanxi and Yu Qingtang bid farewell to their family and got into the car heading home.

They had opened a bottle of wine in the evening, so the driver drove them home. The two sat in the back seat. The air conditioning was on in the car, and the outside light flickered brightly and dimly across Cheng Zhanxi's face.

Yu Qingtang placed her palm on the back of Cheng Zhanxi's hand and asked softly, "Are you angry?"

Cheng Zhanxi said, "Angry."

Yu Qingtang bit her lip and said nothing.

Cheng Zhanxi said, "I'm angry about why I wasn't by your side when you encountered the Wei family members. I'm angry at myself."

Yu Qingtang let out a soft "Ah."

Cheng Zhanxi pinched her nose and said, grinding her back teeth, "What are you 'ah'-ing about? Are you happy just because I'm not angry at you?"

Yu Qingtang was indeed happy. She "ah"-ed again, her tone light and cheerful, "Yes."

Cheng Zhanxi put on a stern face, "Then if I'm angry at myself, how will you coax me?"

Yu Qingtang cupped her face and gave her a light, butterfly kiss on the lips.

"Xixi, don't be angry."

Cheng Zhanxi's lips felt warm, and a certain part of her heart softened and collapsed, easily dispelling her anger. Still, she feigned dissatisfaction, "Not enough."

Yu Qingtang glanced at the driver in the front seat, then pulled Cheng Zhanxi's neck down and kissed her, hidden in the blind spot of the central rearview mirror.

Initiating, generous, and passionate.

Cheng Zhanxi completely received her, kissed until she was a little breathless.

Yu Qingtang's eyes were moist, her gaze clear and bright under the reflection of the outside light. She said, "Still angry?"

Cheng Zhanxi hmphed, but the next second, she couldn't help but laugh.

Yu Qingtang took her hand, their fingers intertwining.

Cheng Zhanxi said, "Next time she talks to you like that, just slap her."

Yu Qingtang: "Huh?" Isn't that a bit too violent?

Cheng Zhanxi said, "If you don't teach her a lesson, some people don't know that running their mouth has consequences. Isn't she just relying on the Wei family backing her? Without the Wei family, she's nothing. You have me now, you have Mom and Dad and Brother, you have the Cheng family and the Song family. You can walk sideways in the capital city, no need to fear her. I know you don't care, but some things can't be avoided just because you don't care. If you deal with her once and for all, you'll save yourself trouble later."

Yu Qingtang said, "But without you, I'm also nothing."

Cheng Zhanxi said, "Who says? You're still Teacher Yu from No. 1 Middle School. We can call up fifty students from your class, and we'll go challenge her to a one-on-one."

Yu Qingtang burst out laughing.

Cheng Zhanxi said, "Comparing like that is meaningless. The Wei family might abandon her, but I will never leave you."

Yu Qingtang didn't speak. After a long while, she sighed softly.

Cheng Zhanxi kissed the back of her hand and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Yu Qingtang's eyes crinkled with a smile as she looked at her and said, "I was thinking, did we make a pact in our past lives for the next life, so that I could meet you in this lifetime?"

Cheng Zhanxi shook her head, her tone certain, "No."

Yu Qingtang: "Hmm?"

Cheng Zhanxi rested her chin on one hand and said, "At the very least, it's a fate destined for three lifetimes. Three lifetimes is the starting point, with no upper limit."

Yu Qingtang: "Hahahaha."

The driver, Xiao Li, was driving in the front. Hearing the woman's laughter from the back seat, he couldn't help but smile too. The car merged into the traffic on the main road, winding like flowing water in the night.

Xiao Li carried all the shopping bags into the entryway, bowed slightly, and said, "Miss, Young Mistress, I'll be going now."

He said "Young Mistress" so smoothly, but it was the first time Cheng Zhanxi had heard it. Upon hearing it, she looked at Yu Qingtang in shock and, as expected, saw Yu Qingtang's face flushed red.

Xiao Li thoughtfully closed the door.

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her girlfriend in front of her and said slowly, syllable by syllable, "Young... Mis... tress?"

Yu Qingtang's face turned beet red, and she turned to walk inside.

Cheng Zhanxi was prepared. She promptly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into her arms, her gaze teasing, "Where is the Young Mistress going?"

Yu Qingtang was held tightly by her, unable to move, so embarrassed she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

In her panic, she blurted out, "It wasn't me!"

Cheng Zhanxi: "Hmm? If not you, then who?"

Yu Qingtang's ears turned even redder as she explained, "I didn't ask him to call me that, it was Auntie."

Cheng Zhanxi let out a meaningful "Oh."

"Alright, I get it," Cheng Zhanxi said. "My mom took matters into her own hands again. I'll tell her later to instruct the driver not to use random titles."

As she expected, she saw a look of deep regret on Yu Qingtang's face, followed by hesitation as if she wanted to say something but stopped.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't continue this topic. She bent down, picked up the bags from the entryway, went into the dressing room, and turned at the doorway to call out to Yu Qingtang, who was standing there dazed, thinking about who knows what, "Baby, come."

Yu Qingtang dragged her feet over, her steps anything but light, a hint of annoyance flashing in her eyes.

She shouldn't have said anything just now.

Now look, the "Young Mistress" title that was practically hers had flown away.

Yu Qingtang bit her lower lip, leaving faint teeth marks.

Cheng Zhanxi put Yu Qingtang's newly bought clothes together, not yet hanging them in the glass-door wardrobe, and said, "Can you try them on for me?"

Yu Qingtang nodded.

Cheng Zhanxi thought for a moment and, following the principle of gradual progression, first handed her a long dress.

The two had been intimate for so long that they didn't need to deliberately avoid each other when changing clothes. Yu Qingtang simply turned around, her back to Cheng Zhanxi, and undressed.

Slender shoulders, a slim waist, long legs, jade-like feet, and ink-black hair cascading like a waterfall—like a peerless masterpiece.

Yu Qingtang slowly put on the new dress. Cheng Zhanxi zipped up the hidden zipper at the back for her, hugged her waist from behind, kissed her earlobe, rested her chin on her shoulder, and together they looked at Yu Qingtang in the full-length mirror.

"Beautiful," Cheng Zhanxi praised sincerely.

Yu Qingtang smiled and shyly lowered her eyes.

Changing clothes was troublesome, so Cheng Zhanxi didn't make her try everything on. She picked out the lake-blue casual suit.

Once she put it on, her aura changed immediately.

Yu Qingtang tucked her long, fallen hair behind her ear, revealing a clean and beautiful face. With one hand in her suit pants pocket, she raised an eyebrow slightly at her.

Cheng Zhanxi's calves went weak, and she swallowed.

What kind of top-tier, cool, queenly older sister was this?

Yu Qingtang was even more "yu" than she had imagined.

Who doesn't like an older sister who can be both sweet and sassy?

Cheng Zhanxi opened her mouth and said, "Jiejie."

Yu Qingtang, not knowing how to react, responded with an "Ah."

Cheng Zhanxi taught her, "Say 'good girl'."

She tried again, her voice sweet, "Jiejie."

Yu Qingtang: "Good girl."

Cheng Zhanxi excitedly rushed over to hug her, nuzzling against her neck and acting cute, "Jiejie, I like you so much."

Yu Qingtang had a novel feeling, similar to the last Cheng family team-building event. She patted Cheng Zhanxi's head and said with a gentle smile, "Jiejie likes you too."

Cheng Zhanxi's heart raced; she felt completely overwhelmed.

This side of Yu Qingtang was too "Top."

Be grateful to Mother!

Ms. Song is the best!

Cheng Zhanxi sat on the sofa in the dressing room, trying to calm her heart, which was beating like a runaway wild horse.

While she rested there, Yu Qingtang tried on the suits for her one by one: black and white, dark blue, pure white, and also that bright red one.

Yu Qingtang's delicate and refined features were accentuated by the dazzling red, making her look strikingly cold and beautiful.

Her back was to the full-length mirror, standing tall and graceful. With a hint of a smile, she asked her, "Do you like it?"

Cheng Zhanxi's legs were so weak they were trembling. She held a tissue to her nose the entire time, afraid she might accidentally get a nosebleed.

"I like it," she said, her eyes filled with Yu Qingtang's red figure.

Yu Qingtang said, "It's good that you like it."

She turned back to examine herself in the full-length mirror.

Cheng Zhanxi removed the tissue pressed against her nose, checked it—no nosebleed—threw the tissue into the trash can, and asked her, "Do you like it?"

Yu Qingtang's slender, fair fingers were buttoning the suit jacket. Her chin was slightly raised, revealing a stretch of her snow-white swan-like neck. Without turning back, she said, "Hmm?"

Cheng Zhanxi said, "What's important isn't whether I like it, but whether you like it."

Yu Qingtang thought for a moment and said, "I suppose I like them." She continued, "Auntie recommended many, all sorts of styles. She asked me to choose the ones I liked, so I chose these."

Cheng Zhanxi smiled, "That's good then."

Yu Qingtang wasn't a tactful person, but solely towards Cheng Zhanxi, because she cared too much, she was very good at reading expressions and was cautious and meticulous. She instinctively wanted to do things to please Cheng Zhanxi, to make her happy, and buying clothes was one such thing. If Cheng Zhanxi liked her in dresses, she would often buy dresses. She could discern the level of satisfaction in Cheng Zhanxi's gaze when she tried on clothes, so she would choose the ones Cheng Zhanxi liked.

If Cheng Zhanxi was happy, she was happy. If Cheng Zhanxi frowned, she would feel sad and blame herself, wondering if she had caused it.

Being together isn't the end point of a relationship, nor is marriage. Love is an endless road; we are always learning how to better love ourselves and love each other.

Yu Qingtang remembered something and turned her head, "Oh right, Auntie said she's taking me to the horse ranch to ride horses tomorrow."

Before Cheng Zhanxi could answer, Yu Qingtang added happily, "I've only ever seen horses on TV, never a real one. Is riding difficult? If a horse gets angry, will it throw me off?"

Cheng Zhanxi chuckled softly.

Again, be grateful to Mother.

Cheng Zhanxi said, "It's not difficult. There are instructors, and professionally trained horses are very well-behaved; they won't lose their temper. What time are you two going tomorrow?"

Yu Qingtang said, "Auntie said it's best to go early, as it gets very hot after the sun comes out. Arrive at seven, and she wants you to take me to the main residence first."

Auntie said, Auntie said.

Cheng Zhanxi pouted subtly, swallowed back the "be grateful to Mother," and smiled faintly, "Alright, I'll take you."

Yu Qingtang said, "If you think it's too early, I can ask Lao Li to pick me up. You should rest well at home; driving is tiring."

Cheng Zhanxi let out a heavy sigh and pouted her lips.

Yu Qingtang, as if prepared, kissed her on the lips.

Cheng Zhanxi's mind went blank.

She cupped Yu Qingtang's face before she could react, returned several pecking kisses, and asked in a low, husky voice, "Who taught you that?"

Yu Qingtang smiled, "Aun—"

Cheng Zhanxi silenced her with her lips.

Yu Qingtang's eyes curved into crescents as she closed them and kissed her back.

Cheng Zhanxi released Yu Qingtang's swollen lips. Her own lips moved; she was so jealous she wanted to tell her not to learn from Song Qingrou, yet she couldn't deny that she fell for this exact tactic.

Forget it, let's just kiss.

Yu Qingtang was very sweet. Cheng Zhanxi kissed her all over, finally carrying the limp Yu Qingtang out of the dressing room in her arms, gave her a bath, and began today's "main course."

Cheng Zhanxi had recently taken a liking to "making tofu"—soft, tender water tofu, chewed slowly and savored before swallowing.

Full and satisfied, the two embraced and fell asleep.

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The next day, Cheng Zhanxi woke up even earlier than usual and woke up her assistant, Xiao Xue, with a phone call.

Xiao Xue wailed, "Master Cheng, it's not even five o'clock yet."

Cheng Zhanxi said, "From now until work hours, it counts as overtime, triple pay."

Xiao Xue: "Alrighty then, just tell me what you need."

After finishing the call, she came in from the living room, got into bed, hugged Yu Qingtang, and comfortably dozed off again for a little while.

The alarm clock rang.

Previously, Cheng Zhanxi always turned off the alarm for Yu Qingtang. Today, she didn't move, wanting to see Yu Qingtang's reaction. Yu Qingtang pulled the blanket high, covering her head. That wasn't enough; she burrowed into Cheng Zhanxi's embrace, whimpering, "Noisy..."

Usually, at this point, Cheng Zhanxi would turn off the alarm for her no matter what, not wanting to disturb her girlfriend's sleep.

Cheng Zhanxi still didn't move. Yu Qingtang took one of Cheng Zhanxi's hands and skillfully placed it over her own ear, continuously nuzzling deeper and deeper into her embrace to block out the external noise.

Like a little... Peppa.

Cheng Zhanxi chuckled.

The alarm was still ringing, and the girlfriend in her arms was sound asleep.

Cheng Zhanxi lifted the blanket covering her head and quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Yu Qingtang's head ached from the alarm. She reached out, fumbled on the bedside table, turned off the alarm, and sat up against the headboard to wake up.

She closed her eyes, "Cheng Zhanxi."

Cheng Zhanxi thought she had discovered her prank. She opened her eyes to find Yu Qingtang merely half-asleep, murmuring her name in a daze, and her heart couldn't help but soften.

Yu Qingtang collected herself for a moment, opened her eyes to find Cheng Zhanxi still asleep, and blinked.

Yu Qingtang quietly got out of bed, closed the bathroom door, and washed up.

When she came out, Cheng Zhanxi was still lying in bed, her breathing light and shallow, her long, dense eyelashes resting over her eyes.

Yu Qingtang gently bit her lower lip.

Is she really not taking me to the Cheng residence? Last night, she was joking.

Yu Qingtang picked up her phone and was looking for Lao Li's number in her contacts when an arm wrapped around her waist, pulled her back, and brought her tumbling back onto the bed.

Yu Qingtang saw Cheng Zhanxi's clear gaze and knew she had been pretending to be asleep to tease her. She shot her a reproachful glance.

"Good morning," Cheng Zhanxi said with a smile and kissed her.

"Good morning," Yu Qingtang kissed her back, intentionally deepening the kiss.

Cheng Zhanxi pinched her soft cheek and said, "I'll go brush my teeth first."

Yu Qingtang said, "Okay," but her hands and feet clung to her, not letting go.

Cheng Zhanxi narrowed her eyes, moved her knee upwards, pressed it against her, and rotated it.

Almost immediately, Yu Qingtang softened, her breathing becoming uneven.

Cheng Zhanxi chuckled softly, "Still going to be naughty?"

Yu Qingtang's scalp tingled, and she couldn't even breathe evenly, "You..."

Cheng Zhanxi finished her sentence for her, "I'm such a rogue."

Yu Qingtang rolled over to one side, flustered and exasperated, "Go brush your teeth quickly!"

Cheng Zhanxi kissed her cheek, and having gained an advantage, she feigned innocence, "Going right now. Do you want to take a shower?"

Yu Qingtang's limbs were limp; she opened her mouth to bite her.

Cheng Zhanxi dodged, and she missed.

Accompanied by hearty laughter, Cheng Zhanxi went into the washroom. A beautiful day had officially begun.

Cheng Zhanxi took Yu Qingtang to the Cheng family's main residence, where they had a sumptuous breakfast. Song Qingrou and Yu Qingtang gathered their things, ready to go to the horse ranch in the suburbs. Cheng Zhanxi was still lingering in the living room.

Yu Qingtang said, "Hmm? Aren't you going to work?"

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her reproachfully, "Are you trying to get rid of me?"

Song Qingrou watched the fun from the side, casually picking up a piece of melon from the fruit platter.

Tsk, this daughter-in-law of hers, her skill level was still too low. She needed proper coaching.

Yu Qingtang hurriedly explained, "...That's not what I meant."

Cheng Zhanxi didn't want to flirt in front of Song Qingrou. She put away her superb acting skills and said, "I had my assistant push back my work. I'll accompany you to the horse ranch first, and I'll go to the studio at ten."

Yu Qingtang beamed with joy, took two steps towards Cheng Zhanxi, her arms also opening as if she wanted to hug her. But, mindful of Song Qingrou's presence, she stopped halfway.

Song Qingrou turned around and said leisurely, "I'm not here, feel free."

A faint pink blush crept up the tips of Yu Qingtang's ears.

Cheng Zhanxi took the initiative to come over and hug her, took the things from her hand, and said, "Let's go. Mom, stop acting."

Just then, Cheng Yi came in from outside, wearing a black tank top and shorts. His waist was lean and strong, and he was covered in sweat from exercising. He asked curiously, "Where are you all going?"

Song Qingrou's expression changed.

Cheng Zhanxi was analyzing her mother's expression.

Yu Qingtang answered honestly, "We're going to the horse ranch."

Cheng Yi asked, puzzled, "How come no one told me? Rourou?"

Song Qingrou gave a dry laugh, "Weren't you working in the study last night? You came back too late, I forgot."

Cheng Yi's eyes immediately filled with a wronged look.

Song Qingrou said, "Do you think I'm getting senile dementia? My memory has been getting worse and worse lately." She took Cheng Yi's hand, her knuckles tightening, and said uneasily, "Husband."

Cheng Yi quickly comforted her, "No, you're not. Trust me, you've just been too tired lately."

Song Qingrou, who was busy playing every day, gave him a weak look, lowered her eyelids, and hummed a soft "Mm."

Cheng Yi said gently, "Good girl, go to the horse ranch and relax. Have fun, don't overthink it. Xixi, take good care of your mom."

Cheng Zhanxi: "Got it, Dad."

Cheng Yi wiped his sweat with a towel and said, "Be careful."

Yu Qingtang was amazed.

Song Qingrou patted Yu Qingtang's hand. Yu Qingtang received her glance and nodded.

—Isn't Mom amazing?

—Amazing.

—I'll teach you later, learn slowly.

—Okay.

Cheng Zhanxi, standing nearby, suddenly had an ominous premonition.

The rear door of the black stretch Bentley opened. The driver, Lao Li, wearing white gloves, stood by the car door. Seeing the three of them approach, he greeted them politely:

"Madam, Miss, Young Mistress."

The heart that had been hanging in Yu Qingtang's chest finally settled.

She was still the Young Mistress.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't miss Yu Qingtang's relieved expression, and the corners of her lips curved up slightly.

Cheng Zhanxi's arm blocked Song Qingrou's hand for a moment. Song Qingrou understood and stopped walking.

Cheng Zhanxi said in a volume only the two of them could hear, "Ms. Song, when do you think Tangtang will change how she addresses you to 'Mom'?"

Song Qingrou: "When?"

Cheng Zhanxi's lips curved, "Soon."

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