Chapter 15 What Awakening Lace Nightgown

Song Qingran hadn't expected Cheng Wang to be so perceptive. Faced with the man's casual question, she stared blankly and was momentarily speechless.

What does she really want?

The Song family? No, she had no interest in that.

She simply couldn't see through those people; she didn't understand why such familiar and beautiful appearances concealed a stench of bloodshed.

She wanted to wash them clean and take another look, to see if they still had any conscience beneath their skin.

The sound of the car door closing brought her back to her senses.

Cheng Wang got out of the car and came back carrying a bag of medicine. He raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "Come closer."

Song Qingran was stunned and asked, "What?"

Cheng Wang unwrapped the ointment, dipped a cotton swab in it, and beckoned to her. She raised her hand to take it, but he deftly dodged it.

A warm light was on inside the car, illuminating the man's features clearly. His originally deep eyes seemed to sink in, revealing only a coldness. Perhaps the atmosphere was just right, or perhaps he was tired, because she unconsciously tightened the soft thorns on her body.

The man brushed aside the hair on the side of her neck, gently pulled her head back, and their noses touched briefly, causing a slight tremor. Thoughts of avoidance and anticipation simultaneously surfaced in Song Qingran's mind.

Song Qingran's ears flushed red, and she tried to back away, but then she felt a cool sensation on her neck as he carefully applied medicine to her neck.

It was just a slight burn, not very noticeable, yet he noticed it, causing Song Qingran's cold heart to skip a beat.

She stopped moving and focused her gaze on the man's face, observing him intently for the first time without thinking of anything else.

His thick eyelashes, long and black, cast two blurry shadows on his eyelids. His skin was also very fair, his eyebrows and eyes were outstanding, and his facial features were smooth. He was more handsome than any of the comic book characters she had ever drawn. He was a stunningly beautiful man who could amaze people at first glance.

Facing that face, she suddenly felt an urge to vent her frustrations.

Do you know what a marionette is?

Cheng Wang paused, looking at her with slight surprise.

Song Qingran didn't seem to want his reply; her red lips opened and closed as she muttered to herself.

"I always feel like life is a pre-written script, and we're just NPCs, going about our lives in the same circle every day, and then suddenly doing strange things at a certain point, or acting completely out of character... All that talk about man conquering nature is a lie, a complete fabrication. Everything is predetermined..."

Her expression turned pained and she struggled.

[She awakened too?]

[Something seems different. What happened to her?]

As Song Qingran spoke, she became increasingly unable to control herself, feeling a sense of relief as she spoke. She wanted to say something more, but was abruptly interrupted by Cheng Wang's strange inner thoughts.

Reason returned, and as if waking from a dream, she fell silent.

What does awakening mean?

Why can't she understand him? It seems like he's uncovering more and more secrets.

Cheng Wang didn't ask about the meaning behind Song Qingran's words. Instead, after a moment of silence, he asked, "How do you want me to treat them?"

"They" refers to Song Yilian and Fu Xingyun.

“I want them to lose everything. I want to see the real them, to see what kind of people they really are. But I will do this myself.”

She was answering his question from the beginning.

"Young Master Cheng, just be yourself. There's no need to force anything. Your presence is the greatest help to me."

This is the answer to his second question.

Song Qingran was initially wary and defensive of Cheng Wang, but he helped her time and time again and was so honest with her. Moreover, she knew from his heart that he would not hurt her, so she was willing to reveal a part of her true self.

The man gave a soft "hmm," and the car started again, but drove slowly, unlike his usual style.

There was no music in the car, and after a while, his magnetic voice gently floated in her ear, telling her a story.

“My legal parents were in an arranged marriage, hated each other, each had their own lovers, and had many illegitimate children. I was conceived through IVF by both of them, and I have no emotional connection with them. Only my grandfather is family to you and me.”

"If you encounter my parents in the future, ignore them and treat them however you like. If they or their children cause trouble, contact Secretary Zhou directly to freeze their assets."

Song Qingran felt as if she had overheard a great secret, and her heart clenched suddenly. She really didn't understand him.

They got engaged at their first meeting.

Goodbye, he made a phone call, and told her to come down and get the marriage certificate.

On their third meeting, he moved into her house, openly coveting her body.

He never made her sign a prenuptial agreement.

He now openly discusses his family affairs, stating that she and his grandfather are his only two family members.

It all seemed like a dream, utterly unbelievable.

Song Qingran asked herself many times, did Cheng Wang really only want her body? It didn't make sense, but she couldn't figure out any other intentions no matter how hard she tried.

He was a prodigy who lacked nothing, so much so that Song Qingran was jealous of him many times.

However, according to what he just said, he didn't seem as happy as he thought, and he also had unspeakable pain. At this moment, Song Qingran felt guilty for the jealousy she had buried deep in him.

"Thank you," she said sincerely.

Cheng Wang tilted his head and curled his lips at her, looking carefree and somewhat alluring, but she didn't dare to look at him for long.

Perhaps because they had exchanged secrets briefly, the atmosphere between them became more relaxed. Song Qingran gradually got used to his presence and no longer had to be on edge when facing him.

After a short nap, when she woke up, Song Qingran felt that the scene outside the car window was particularly unfamiliar.

"This is not the way back."

"The old house called and said that Grandpa is sick and asked us to come and see him."

Cheng Wang parked the car at a shopping mall. He got out of the car and went to the other side to open the car door for Song Qingran. He held onto the door frame, seemingly casually, but actually very carefully to prevent her from bumping her head.

The old man is sick. What are they doing at the mall? Shouldn't they be heading back as soon as possible?

Cheng Wang took Song Qingran's hand and went to the imported supermarket on the basement floor. Since they had decided to be husband and wife, Song Qingran did not shake off his hand, ignoring the strange feeling in her heart, and followed him to pick out a few boxes of fruit.

"This is your first time visiting the old house, so it would be appropriate to bring some things with you. The old man is quite old-fashioned."

As Cheng Wang spoke, he tossed the items he had his eye on into his shopping cart. His handsome brows furrowed as he carefully examined the origin and ingredients of each item, a rare sight of his focused and serious demeanor.

Song Qingran thought that although he and the old man always argued and he spoke to each other without any respect, he must love his grandfather very much.

"But why..."

You'll find out in a moment.

Cheng Wang just smiled, a smile that looked somewhat wicked to her, but he remained silent about it, so Song Qingran didn't say anything either.

She looked down at the items in the shopping cart, realizing that these were all things that Grandpa Cheng liked, and silently made a mental note of them.

An hour later, the two came out carrying their hands full of gift boxes.

She opened the trunk, and it was full of more than a dozen red gift boxes. Almost instantly, she understood that these were originally intended for the Song family, but he had realized the conflict between her and them and hadn't taken them out.

Cheng Wang called out from the front, "Just put the stuff in the back seat."

Song Qingran closed the trunk and replied, "Okay, I'm here."

*

The Cheng family's old house was brightly lit.

The old house is about the size of a normal residential complex. It is in the style of a Chinese garden. From the main gate to the main house, all the doors are open, and there is not a single light off along the way.

From the moment she and he entered the house, all the servants greeted them with beaming smiles.

Song Qingran couldn't help but recall the scene of her returning to the Song family. So this is what it feels like to be cared for. The Song family really didn't even bother to pretend. She belatedly realized that she had swallowed a fly, and a momentary look of disgust crossed her face.

Her fingertips were gently pinched. Song Qingran looked up and saw the man's handsome eyes looking directly at her. She gave a faint smile and went with him to the room where the old man was.

The door was open, and the old man lay weakly on the bed, occasionally letting out a heavy sigh, as if he were in great pain. A doctor was inside listening to his heart rate, and a nurse was going in and out, busy with something.

It looks quite serious.

Cheng Wang, however, stood at the door with his arm around Song Qingran's waist, showing no sign of anxiety, as if the person who had fallen ill was not his beloved grandfather, but a stranger.

After standing there for five minutes, the family's private doctor couldn't help but speak first: "Mr. Cheng, you've finally arrived. The old man..."

"Dead."

"Not yet...."

"I'm dying."

"No, it's not..."

"A few more months."

"this......."

Their back-and-forth conversation plunged the room into a deathly silence.

Song Qingran stared blankly for a long time, her eyes filled with confusion. Was this really human language? Were they grandfather and granddaughter?

If the old man could hear this, he would be so...

Song Qingran opened her mouth, but before she could say anything to stop Cheng Wang, her pupils suddenly dilated, and she wore an expression of disbelief.

The old man, who had been lying down, sat up abruptly, cursing. He was furious and threw all the pillows on the bed toward the door. Cheng Wang kicked one of the pillows aside and smiled knowingly.

He tilted his head smugly and looked at Song Qingran: "See? He's quite the actor."

Only then did the old man notice Song Qingran. He picked up his cane and got out of bed, but then felt his face flush red and silently lay back down: "What a tragedy, old woman, we've given birth to an unfilial grandson! He curses me to die young every day. You'd better come and get me soon..."

Song Qingran couldn't process it for a long time. The famous figure in her eyes would actually pretend to be sick and ask a junior to come back to see him. It was both heartbreaking and funny.

She tugged at Cheng Wang's sleeve, still feeling that his words were a bit harsh. The old man's actions were no different from a child deliberately causing trouble; he was just trying to get attention, a sign of a lack of love and companionship.

To everyone's surprise, the man didn't take it seriously and pulled her away.

"Grandpa, we're tired. We're going to take a shower and go to bed. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

The two figures disappeared on the second floor, and there was no further sound.

The old man jumped off the bed again, his face rosy and his eyes clear. He chased them all the way to the stairs, and when he saw that they really didn't stop at all, he muttered angrily.

*

Third floor.

Cheng Wang led Song Qingran to his old room.

The room was large and decorated in an antique style. The furniture was all made of solid wood, and weaving techniques could be seen everywhere. The most eye-catching thing was the two wooden bookshelves, which were filled with books and his various trophies and certificates from the past.

The windows are carved; when you open them, the first thing you see is an osmanthus tree, followed by the beautiful view of the garden downstairs.

Song Qingran imagined a scene after the rain: Cheng Wang lounging in a recliner on a clear morning, carefully flipping through a book. The image captured in time would surely be beautiful.

The bathroom door opened, and Cheng Wang came out wearing only a bath towel. His pale skin was dazzling, and Song Qingran reflexively looked away, which made the man chuckle as he passed by.

"It's not like we haven't seen it before, we've even touched it, what's there to be shy about?"

[If we actually did it naked later, wouldn't we be crying like a fountain?]

[I can't wait for that day, it'll be so awesome.]

Song Qingran clenched her fists, gritted her teeth and endured his occasional teasing, picked up the pajamas prepared by the maid, and angrily went into the bathroom.

The steam in the bathroom hadn't dissipated yet, and the temperature was a bit high. She took off all her clothes, raised her hand to wipe away the blur on the mirror, and saw her curvaceous body through a misty spray of water droplets.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror for a long time, even reaching out to touch herself, feeling the soft touch in her palm. Her confidence began to swell; the person in the mirror did indeed possess worldly beauty, so it seemed quite normal that Cheng Wang coveted her.

Song Qingran stopped dwelling on it and decided to let him be misled by his appearance.

After showering and putting on my pajamas, I was shocked to realize that the fabric was ridiculously see-through. It was a red low-cut halter-neck mini dress with black lace around the chest and below the buttocks, so it couldn't cover anything up with the slightest movement.

After some mental preparation, Song Qingran finally pushed open the door and peeked out. Seeing that Cheng Wang had already covered her with a blanket on the bed, she breathed a sigh of relief, crept onto the bed, and wrapped the blanket tightly around herself before she felt a sense of security.

Otherwise, it always feels like running naked.

There was a grown person lying next to her, and even though there was only a pillow between them, it was still hard to ignore. She tried to force herself to fall asleep, but she just couldn't, especially since the bedside lamp was still on.

After tossing and turning for a while, she finally got up halfway to reach for the bedside lamp, turned off her side, and then reached for the other side. Since it wasn't far away, she didn't get up to go to the other side.

After finally reaching the light and turning it off, the man who had been asleep suddenly spoke.

"Can't you sleep?"

Song Qingran was already holding her breath when she was startled and her hand, which was supporting her on the bed, slipped down, and she fell down, coincidentally landing on Cheng Wang.

It was still his, on his face.

Cheng Wang hadn't expected this scene either. Although he never hid his desire for Song Qingran, he never thought he would receive such a late-night treat. Her ample bosom had just hit him in the face so unexpectedly.

He had never experienced this before, and instinctively opened his mouth and took a bite.

"Ouch! It hurts!!!"

Song Qingran was so shocked that she lost control of her mind. The pain shot through her, and tears instantly streamed down her face.

Cheng Wang released her and scooped the woman up.

The room lights were turned off. After their eyes adjusted to the darkness, some light from the streetlights outside still shone through, allowing the two to make out each other's figures.

Song Qingran kept crying, and Cheng Wang felt helpless for the first time. He asked her with concern where it hurt, while his hands kept waving around haphazardly.

Touched on her wound once again, Song Qingran gasped and slapped the man hard across the face.

She trembled as she turned on the light. As soon as the light came on, Cheng Wang felt a burning sensation on his nose. A patch of blood immediately appeared on the white quilt. When Song Qingran saw this, she stopped crying, froze for a moment, and tried to get out of bed to call for help, but he grabbed her hand.

He lowered his head to hide the heat in his eyes, his voice low and deep: "I'm fine, I just have a sore throat."

Song Qingran blinked, her shoulders relaxed, and the next second she realized that both of them were disheveled, and he had almost seen her naked. She subconsciously screamed "pervert!"

Another period of chaos ensued.

Half an hour later, the room finally quieted down.

Cheng Wang was sent to sleep on the sofa by Song Qingran, but she still couldn't fall asleep. His thoughts were like firecrackers, exploding in her heart one after another.

[My internal heat is so bad, I can't stop my nosebleed!]

[My wife is so beautiful, when can I finally have a kiss with her?]

[She's so soft and smells so good; I definitely won't bite so hard next time.]

......

His voice kept echoing in her ears, causing her to relive the chaotic scenes from just moments before. Shamefully, while feeling ashamed, she also experienced obvious physical activity.

Under the covers, her legs silently tightened.

After a long while, she gave up, picked out a shirt from Cheng Wang's wardrobe and put it on, then went to find him on the sofa.

"I want to sleep in another room."

Cheng T's gaze was fixed on the wound on her chest, and he asked worriedly, "Are you sure you don't need to apply any medicine?"

Song Qingran gritted her teeth: "I said I don't need it!"

Cheng Wang wiped away the still-damp bloodstains, half-closed his eyes, and refused her, "Grandpa found out we can't sleep well in separate rooms, but if you can't sleep, I can take you to see a good show."

What's the show?

Unable to contain her curiosity, Song Qingran's eyebrows twitched slightly, and she finally nodded hesitantly.