Chapter 47 "Smells good, so nice"

Before Song Xi had time to change her shoes, she turned her head and bumped into the man's tall and straight body.

Being so close, he could faintly smell of alcohol.

The collar of his shirt was wet, and two buttons were undone, revealing a small mole next to his collarbone.

Song Xi's eyes dimmed again.

"You went out?"

Jing Zhuo saw that she had not changed her shoes yet and was holding a tote bag that was bulging with something inside.

He naturally took her bag and hung it on the entrance wall.

He opened the shoe cabinet, took out her ladies' slippers and placed them at her feet.

Song Xi didn't say anything, changed his shoes, and went into the living room by himself.

Jing Zhuo felt uncomfortable because of the smell of alcohol on his body. He didn't care about anything else and walked towards the guest bedroom while unbuttoning his clothes.

"I'm going to take a shower first."

Song Xi did not reply to him.

Jing Zhuo took a shower as quickly as possible, applied shower gel twice, put the dirty clothes in the laundry basket, and put on a bathrobe.

He saw Song Xi standing at the door of the room, staring at him.

That look is hard to describe...

"What's wrong?"

Jing Zhuo subconsciously looked at himself and found nothing wrong.

"You went to Shang K today." Song Xi suddenly spoke.

"Um."

"And he's hugging a woman."

"Um?"

"He also kissed intimately with two different women."

Jing Zhuo: “???”

Song Xi ignored his shock, pulled out a photo from her phone, and held it up to him.

"Mr. Jing, someone has taken a few photos and sent them to me. I've verified they're real, absolutely not fake. We..."

Jing Zhuo's eyelids twitched slightly and he quickly interrupted her.

"Don't think about divorce yet, let me talk to you slowly."

He only glanced at the photos a few times, then immediately grabbed his phone from the bed and made a call in front of Song Xi.

"Hello, I'm Jing Zhuo."

"Help me retrieve the surveillance video of Room 001 at Genting Highlands from 10:00 to 11:00 tonight, from the moment I entered until the moment it ended. Send it to me in 10 minutes, quick."

After saying this, he took a deep breath and said to Song Xi:

"First of all, I have to explain that I didn't drink or smoke tonight, and I didn't get close to anyone of the opposite sex. Secondly, the two girls in your photo came to me on purpose. I pushed them away within two seconds of them getting close, but the photo was snapped quickly, which means I was set up."

"I've already asked the Genting staff for the surveillance footage. Could you please wait for ten minutes?"

"Don't divorce yet. Let's watch the surveillance video before making a decision."

Song Xi was confused by his series of actions.

Was it a setup?

Were these photos taken by Chen Mian intentional?

Song Xi's gaze fell on Jing Zhuo's chest and asked, "Then why was there a wet spot on the collar of your shirt when you came back?"

"I pushed them too hard and the wine spilled."

"You only stayed at Shang K for an hour?"

"Well, I attended an engagement party tonight, and after that I went to Genting to take care of some personal matters."

He answered frankly.

Half an hour later, Song Xi sat on the sofa and watched the entire hour-long surveillance video using Jing Zhuo's fast-forward setting.

From the moment he entered the door, to the moment he sat down, to the end.

360-degree clear picture quality without blind spots, even with sound.

Song Xi could hear a bunch of military red song melodies in the background music.

“…”The song they chose is quite positive.

"Do you believe it now?" Jing Zhuo sat beside her, his arm resting on the back of the sofa behind her, and asked her with his head tilted to the side.

Song Xi was a little embarrassed.

"Sorry." She apologized sincerely, "I'm just... a little stressed."

She added: "My ex lied to me like that and I was fooled for two years like a stupid love-brained person, so I'm particularly sensitive to this kind of situation because I don't want my marriage to be tarnished like that."

"From now on, I'll report to you wherever I go." Jing Zhuo said, "Shang K will never go again."

Even after he said that, Song Xi felt that he had gone too far.

“Actually, there’s no need…”

"As long as you tell me, I will try my best to change it. If there is anything you can't stand, I will never touch it again."

Song Xi's heart kept beating until it softened.

This was the first time someone had said such words to her and made such a promise.

No exchange, no excuses, no conditions.

As long as she said so, he would change.

As if she was worthy of being so willful and naughty.

Song Xi opened his mouth and uttered a word softly: "Okay."

"So there is no barrier between us now?" Jing Zhuo put down his phone and asked with a slightly curved eyebrow.

Song Xi shook his head: "No more."

"Well... I was just scared by your divorce." Jing Zhuo leaned close to her and said, "Wife, do you want to comfort me?"

"What?"

Before Song Xi could recover, he kissed her lips.

After taking a shower, the body feels refreshed, without the smell of alcohol, but with the fragrance of toothpaste mixed with the cedar scent of shower gel.

Song Xi was in a daze, and suddenly pushed him away, blinking innocent eyes.

"I didn't brush my teeth."

"It's okay." He bit her lips, his voice deep and hoarse, "It smells good, so kissable."

After it was over, Song Xi felt that her taste buds were also filled with the mint-flavored toothpaste.

She tried to get up, but the man's arm was wrapped around her waist, not letting go.

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

Song Xi blinked and cooperated without moving.

Jing Zhuo hugged her for a while, his breath touching hers, his forehead against hers, his deep eyes like the deep sea, staring at her intently.

"Song Xi." He called out, "I'll be a good and qualified husband. Can we discuss something?"

"What's the matter?" Song Xi asked softly.

"Can you please not get a divorce within a year?"

Jing Zhuo caressed her face, and his warm breath fanned into her nose.

"I will not cheat, I will not have financial debts, I will not commit crimes, I will not be immoral, I will respect myself, I will observe male virtues, and I will obey the husband's way—"

"Can you please not get a divorce?"

Song Xi was completely taken control of by these words.

She began to reflect.

Is it because she keeps teetering on the edge of divorce that she has caused a good husband to develop PTSD?

Suddenly I felt a little guilty and embarrassed.

Song Xi nodded, her tone as soft as water.

"Okay, I promise you, I won't divorce you."

Hearing this promise, Jing Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and was visibly happy.

He held her face, pecked the tip of her nose, then moved down and pecked her lips, then pressed them together again, not separating this time.

Tossing and turning.

He pried it open.

Song Xi: “!?!?”

Why is it sticking here again!

Didn’t we just... kiss?

"Addicted, come again."