Chapter 18 My Lovely Baby, All I Want Is to Make You Happy...

“Grandma wasn’t some great heroine; she was just a grand tragedy of that era,” Cheng Wang murmured softly, his long, dark eyelashes casting shadows. Song Qingran’s smile vanished; this was the first time she had ever felt the sadness in this man.

She remained motionless, unsure of what to say. The next second, a large hand skillfully slipped inside her neatly arranged clothes.

Song Qingran almost choked on her breath. She abruptly pulled away the large hand that was causing the trouble in her chest, and left without looking back. She would never, ever feel sorry for that bastard Cheng Wang again.

No one can be immersed in sadness one second and have their mind full of colorful nonsense the next.

Cheng Wang stood up, crossed his arms, and took a deep breath. He waited until she had walked a hundred meters before catching up with her, holding her hand tightly and letting her scratch and bite him. After she had vented her anger, he put his arm around her shoulder and said, "Come on, I'll take you to see Grandma."

These words made Song Qingran suppress her anger and calm down.

From the old man, she learned that Cheng Wang's grandmother was a woman with a strong maternal instinct. No matter how harsh the living environment was, she could always find a way out. Before the end of the old era, she grew from a young lady from a wealthy family who had never left home to join the army and serve her country with substantial assets. She met the old man in the army and they spent their lives together.

But she was more interested in the story before the old man embellished it.

Cheng Wang led her to the basement, where there was a long glass corridor. The sunlight outside was neither hot nor cold, but the air conditioning was on inside. As soon as she entered, she felt a chill that cut her skin. She shivered, and at the same time, the man's coat, which smelled of grass, was draped over her shoulders.

"Aren't you cold?" she asked, feigning concern, but instead pulled her coat tighter around herself.

Cheng Wang glanced at her, took her hand, and slipped it under the hem of his shirt, teasingly saying, "You're so hot and full of youthful vigor."

Song Qingran blushed and pulled her hand away, but her palm still touched his warmth and was damp with a thin layer of sweat that she couldn't wipe away.

"This is my grandmother when she was young. My grandfather was a rough man, but he was good at traditional Chinese painting. However, he only painted her in his entire life."

Cheng Wang suddenly stood in front of a glass cabinet containing a painting. Song Qingran walked over, her gaze meeting that of the gentle woman in the painting. Her heart skipped a beat. What a beautiful and pure woman! No wonder the old man missed her day and night, and no wonder Cheng Wang was so handsome.

Throughout the passageway, there were portraits of Grandma, all painted by Grandpa. Cheng Wang led Song Qingran to see them one by one. It was as if she were passing through the life of that legendary woman. The shock in her heart poured out from her eyes little by little as Cheng Wang explained.

Grandpa wasn't lying. He just felt sorry for Grandma and wished she had never experienced that pain and separation.

When they first met, Grandpa was just a little beggar. He begged until he reached Grandma's sedan chair during the New Year. He glanced at her through the curtain and fainted. When he woke up again, he had a place to live, a job, and a hot meal. She took him in and he could see her occasionally.

Knowing that she rarely went out, but spent her days gazing at the sky outside the grand gate, yearning for freedom, he would secretly visit her and tell her about the sights he saw while begging along the way and the interesting things that happened outside the mansion. As the days passed, they grew up and developed feelings for each other, but she was still forced by her family to marry a scholar who had passed the imperial examination. Her grandfather was beaten and kicked out of the mansion, and he did not see him for more than ten years.

My grandmother married a scholar who was extremely old-fashioned and feudal. The family was poor, and my grandmother supported them financially. He was ashamed to use my grandmother's money but did not earn a penny. He often acted like a chauvinist and was not good to my grandmother. In the new era, he could not become an official or make a living. He was unlucky in everything and picked up a lot of bad habits outside. He was a complete scoundrel and would beat and scold my grandmother when he came back.

Seeing no hope in life, Grandma spent half of her dowry to successfully divorce. During her tumultuous journey, she met a group of foreign students, learned new knowledge and ideas, and found new hope. She devoted herself to the front line of national salvation. Later, when she finally found the right path, she also joined the army and unexpectedly reunited with Grandpa.

They went through thick and thin together, and had four children together. They raised each child well, and each of them shared their lofty ideals. Unfortunately, they did not live to see the sunrise. In their low graves, there are only old clothes. What seems like a radiant road is actually piled with countless sorrows.

"Later, they had a son late in life, who was my father. They poured all the love they hadn't had time to give him into my father, but they raised him to be a bad person..."

When his father was mentioned, Cheng Wang seemed somewhat resistant and disgusted, and did not want to go into details.

Song Qingran was already in tears.

Cheng Wang gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips, pretending to be relaxed, and said, "You're really made of water. I didn't even cry, so why are you crying?"

Song Qingran turned her back, tears still streaming down her face. The most vulnerable thing for her was to encounter such a matter of national righteousness. How could she not be moved?

"Alright, stop crying, or the other one will be too scared to cry." Song Qingran sniffed, looked up at him, and he raised his chin and pointed in a direction. The two took a few steps forward and sure enough, they heard wailing that grew louder and louder.

“Yun’er, that brat is bullying this old man because you’re not here. Remember to scare him in his dreams tonight.”

"Come see me too. You haven't appeared in my dreams in so long. Seeing that girl and that brat together today made me miss you so much. I've wanted to see you for so long..."

Song Qingran's heart clenched. She looked up at Cheng Wang, whose eyes were devoid of joy or sorrow. Suddenly, she grabbed his hand. Did the old man want to...? What about Cheng Wang? It seemed that the old man was the only person he cared about.

"Worried about me?" Cheng Wang raised his hand and touched the tip of her nose, then smiled and said, "It's alright. He won't be satisfied until he holds his grandson."

Song Qingran breathed a sigh of relief. "Then we'll have the baby later, no rush."

"Hmm, let's have children later, and enjoy our time as a couple first."

Song Qingran's heart was still pounding, fearing that the old man might suddenly decide to follow her grandmother. Hearing Cheng Wang's voice and seeing his arrogant and smiling face, she suddenly realized what outrageous things she had said, and her face turned as red as a pig's liver.

"I... I didn't mean to have your child." Her attempt to justify herself was so weak and feeble that even she herself didn't believe it, so she could only purse her lips and pretend to be dead.

Cheng Wang pulled the shy woman into his arms, lowered his head to kiss the top of her head, and then rested his head on the crook of her neck. Song Qingran froze, and this time she was unusually docile, not pushing him away, but slowly raising her hand to pat his back.

The two embraced quietly, without making a sound. In the basement, only the old man's increasingly heartbreaking sobs could be heard, like a helpless child who had lost his beloved toy.

I've been crying for a while, and I'm a little thirsty.

The old man rubbed his numb legs, trying to stand up and move around, but when he turned his head, he met the eyes of a scruffy little bird, and both the man and the bird's expressions changed.

"Get out!"

"Gaga gaga, I won't roll away!"

The little creature flapped its wings and flew around in front of the cenotaph, making the old man so angry that he was panting heavily. Once his legs were no longer numb, he took his cane and chased it away.

As the little guy fled, it bumped into the glass, losing a few tail feathers. Enraged, it turned around and yelled, "You old bastard, your woman doesn't want you anymore! She doesn't want you! Nobody wants you!!!"

These words spurred the old man to instantly regain his temper, and he continued to chase after the bird, beating it until the two of them walked around the corner and bumped right into Cheng Wang and Song Qingran, who were embracing each other.

Song Qingran hurriedly pushed the man away, but she was too weak to push him away. She stepped on his foot, and he slowly loosened his grip.

However, the old man only glared at Cheng Wang before baring his teeth and chasing after the little parrot. The little parrot flew very fast, circling above Cheng Wang's head a few times as it passed by. Cheng Wang frowned as if sensing something, and tried to dodge a few times, but still couldn't escape.

"You bitch!"

The little parrot said this as it left.

What remained was a lump of fresh, warm bird droppings, which, by sheer coincidence, landed right on Cheng Wang's hair. Song Qingran's eyes widened, she covered her mouth, and silently moved away from him.

Cheng Wang realized something, his face darkened to the point of being dripping with anger. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face. A foul stench wafted out, and his eyes were practically spitting fire. Especially since Song Qingran was still secretly laughing, his mood worsened.

He's never been so humiliated!

"Are you looking for death?!"

Cheng Wang cursed through gritted teeth and took a long stride to chase after him.

Song Qingran was alone in the basement. She didn't chase after her. Instead, she lit an incense stick for her grandmother, sat down beside her, and told her some wonderful little stories about the modern world before leaving.

Back in the hall, neither of them was there. The butler said that the old man and Cheng Wang had gone to take a bath. As for the little parrot, it had been put in solitary confinement and sent to the old man's room, its future uncertain.

The old man didn't come down for dinner either; the large dining room was empty except for Song Qingran and Cheng Wang.

"Have a piece of rib, you're too thin." Cheng Wang picked up a piece of rib and was about to hand it to her when Song Qingran impulsively moved her bowl away, secretly glancing at the top of his head with a somewhat disgusted look.

He let out a cold laugh in anger, put down his chopsticks, and couldn't eat anymore.

Stared at so meaningfully by him, Song Qingran lost her appetite and hurriedly ate her rice, while scrolling through the news on her phone. She didn't notice that the man's gaze was becoming increasingly deep and dark.

Not long after, the butler came downstairs and called Cheng Wang up, saying that the old master had something to ask him.

As soon as he left, Song Qingran put down her chopsticks and went back to her room to take a shower and go to bed. She was very tired and fell asleep as soon as she lay down. In her drowsy state, she suddenly felt a weight on her body and someone touched her onto the bed.

But her eyelids were heavy. Even though she could clearly feel the man's breath and his burning body, she couldn't open her eyes or push away his hands that were messing with her. She could only helplessly feel his cold fingertips caressing every part of her body.

Including peaks and valleys he had never set foot in before.

In the darkness, she heard the fabric tearing like cloth, her clothes and his. For the first time, they were close together in a state of complete nakedness, and it felt as if a fire was burning through her veins and blood on his body.

Song Qingran felt thirsty, and her throat was dry and hoarse.

The man grabbed her chin, half-forcibly prying open her teeth, kissing and biting her like a storm. She didn't feel uncomfortable; in fact, she wanted a deeper entanglement, she wanted the sweet nectar from his mouth.

"Do you like it?" he whispered in her ear.

She vaguely wanted to reply with "I like you," but couldn't speak. He held her in his arms, kneading her like dough, treating her roughly, yet like dough, she swelled up under the heat of his palms.

Song Qingran's heart clenched. What was happening? How could her breasts have become so large, growing rapidly like water balloons, almost as if they were about to burst? She screamed in terror.

"Ah, no!"

Her voice was incredibly shrill.

"What's wrong, Ranran?" Cheng Wang ran over from the outer room and asked anxiously.

He had just finished his morning run and showered, and hadn't even had time to put on his clothes when he heard her crying. His mind went blank, and he immediately ran over. As soon as he entered the door, he met her tear-streaked eyes.

Song Qingran shook her head, looking at everything in front of her, and realized with a start that she was dreaming, and it was a rather terrifying dream. She dreamed that her dough was broken by Cheng Wangnie and leaked water like a fountain.

She touched her chest; thankfully, it was still perky and rounded, just as it always had been.

However, she needs to change her inner pants.

Seeing Cheng Wang's worried gaze, she guiltily looked away and said, "I, I'm fine. I just had a nightmare. You can go out now."

Cheng Wang didn't leave; his nose twitched slightly.

Song Qingran couldn't hold on any longer and urged him to hurry up. She felt that she was a little different today. Whenever she saw him, she would have all sorts of fantasies. Moreover, he was only wearing shorts, and his upper body was completely exposed. She would always uncontrollably and secretly count his abs.

"Is there anything else? If not, you can leave."

"Grandpa said we can announce our marriage today."

Song Qingran lay back down and covered her face with the blanket: "Okay, I understand."

After a while, she lifted the blanket and her face froze. He was still there. Was it a hallucination?

A smile spread across Cheng Wang's eyes as he slowly pulled off her blanket and threw it on the floor. Song Qingran blushed deeply and hurriedly got up to pick up the blanket, but he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back onto the bed.

"I can smell it," he said inexplicably. Song Qingran couldn't understand him; her mind felt like a fly was buzzing around.

Cheng Wang held one of her hands, buried his head in her abdomen, felt the rise and fall of her breath, gently raised his head, and lightly sniffed her lower abdomen, following the lines of her abs all the way south.

Song Qingran was so nervous that her mouth went dry. She turned over and tried to crawl away, but he grabbed her ankle and pulled her back to her original position. He gently said to her lower abdomen, "You just called my name. You were aroused, weren't you?"

"No, no," she stammered, her voice lacking conviction.

She did indeed have fantasies about him in her dream, and she was drenched in sweat when he blew on her lower abdomen, but she would never admit it, especially in this situation where she was caught red-handed.

"What are you afraid of? I've fallen for you too." He kissed her lips, his eyes as clear as a spring. Song Qingran's heart swelled slightly, and a warm current surged within her.

"Believe me, I will not hurt you. I will only make you happy."

After uttering these words that sounded like a confession of love, the man rose and knelt down, folding her up like a believer and kissing her kneecap.

Song Qingran stared wide-eyed at him, her head bowed in disbelief.