Chapter 26 The Truth You've been deceiving me all along, haven't you? ...

One day after their marriage, Song Qingran suddenly heard Cheng Wang's inner thoughts again, dense and fragmented, even more so than the words of a little parrot.

She remembered that she hadn't heard his thoughts for a very long time since they got married, which was very strange.

When she first heard his inner thoughts, she was excited, thinking that she could use them to obtain valuable information and accumulate strength to bring down the He and Song families. However, she did not expect that her relationship with Cheng Wang would progress so quickly. Without any schemes, Cheng Wang offered his help on his own initiative.

Under the immense pressure from the powerful Cheng family, the He and Song families were far too insignificant and easily defeated.

Rarely, she began to ponder why she could hear a man's inner thoughts. Were they truly his? And why did they appear only intermittently?

"What are you thinking about?" Song Qingran was brushing her teeth when the man pressed close behind her, his breath tickling her earlobe. She tilted her head and leaned closer, but he squeezed in again until she stopped moving.

She spat out the foam from her mouth, rinsed it, and tried to say something, but a cacophony of sounds filled her ears, making her eardrums ache.

[My wife is so beautiful, even with foam in her mouth she's beautiful, her little lips are so soft and pink, so kissable.]

[Was she captivated by me when she looked at me in the mirror?]

[Why is she ignoring me again? Did I throw a tantrum last night? No, I held back!]

[I was supporting her from behind, why was she spacing out?]

[If I take advantage of her when she's not looking... I'll probably get yelled at, but it's so exciting, I've never done this before.]

[My wife is a bit short; she needs a stool to reach things, but she can manage in high heels.]

Song Qingran turned around abruptly, covered the man's mouth, and glared at him angrily, "Shut up, don't say anything."

Cheng Wang licked the palm he was covering with his tongue, and teasingly raised an eyebrow, "I didn't say that."

"I won't allow it in my heart either."

She pushed him away, left the bathroom, went to the dressing room and picked out a business suit; she was going to the company in a little while.

Cheng Wang leaned casually against the doorway, his gaze fixed intently on Song Qingran. His slender fingers, which he had clasped countless times, pulled the hem of her skirt to a suggestive position, but then stopped.

The woman turned around and glared at him, then took her clothes to the bathroom, closing the door behind her and keeping a tight rein on him.

But the frosted glass couldn't block out his true feelings.

Is she avoiding me? Why?

[You promised not to touch her today, are you afraid I'll go back on my word? Am I the kind of person who breaks their promises?]

Song Qingran thought to herself: That's right, that's right. He goes crazy as soon as he gets into bed, making one promise after another, and he never keeps his word.

Lustful glutton!

My wife is so beautiful, and her little temper is so cute. I could love her for generations.

Although her inner thoughts were in turmoil, Cheng Wang would always say some words of praise to her, which were very pleasant to hear, and she liked them very much.

Let's just consider it a sweet burden.

Before leaving, Song Qingran gave the man who was standing there like a statue a passionate kiss, and then lingered in the entryway for half an hour before finally leaving.

In the days that followed, Song Qingran was immersed in the man's incessant whispers, and the more she heard them, the more troubled she became.

To find some peace and quiet, she began to go out and avoid Cheng Wang.

She felt that he didn't like going out and was always around her, as if she was the only one in his world. She was afraid that he would get bored, but he didn't care at all and wanted to stick to her day and night.

Every time she left, he would quickly bring her back.

This time, she kept her distance.

When Cheng Wang found her, she was skiing at a ski resort abroad.

"You ran pretty fast this time." In the icy world, Cheng Wang's voice sounded frozen, a little sharp.

Song Qingran turned around and saw that the man's beard was not clean-shaven, he looked travel-worn and slightly dejected, and her heart softened immediately.

"I wanted you to look at other things, instead of always staring at me. Am I that good-looking? Wouldn't you get tired of looking at me all the time?"

Cheng Wang stared at her without saying a word. His red eyes and nose looked pitiful, whether from anger or cold, it was hard to tell.

[I'll never get tired of it, not even for a lifetime, not even for eternity.]

My wife is the most beautiful and lovely woman.

[But does she not like me anymore? Why does she push me away every time?]

[I've lost my charm; I can't keep her anymore?]

[Or is she being seduced by some slutty man outside?]

...

Each word, filled with grievance and resentment, accused Song Qingran. She opened her mouth, but felt incredibly guilty.

"Honey, I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have run off like that. I won't do it again." She snuggled into his arms and acted coquettishly.

Cheng Wang seems to be really angry this time, and he's not easy to coax. Luckily, she can hear his thoughts, and it's much easier to soothe him.

"Honey, how about I get you a gift? What would you like?"

"unnecessary."

He appears indifferent on the surface, but harbors resentment deep down.

[We haven't seen each other in so long, and we didn't even share a kiss. It seems marriage really does cause feelings to fade.]

Song Qingran quickly tiptoed and kissed his cold lips.

The man was slightly lost in thought, standing still, and did not, as usual, wrap his arms around her waist and give her a deep, lingering kiss.

It seems that's not enough.

[You think you can just get rid of me with a kiss?]

Then give me another kiss.

[At least try a more challenging cheesecake today.]

It's not impossible; after being apart for so long, Song Qingran really wants him.

[Wearing a Catwoman outfit and a little tail.]

It's barely acceptable; try to appease him.

Fearing he might come up with something inappropriate for children again, Song Qingran pulled the man back to the hotel. As soon as they entered, she enthusiastically stripped off his clothes and pushed him onto the bed, cooperating with unprecedented ease.

Obedient and bold.

After a chaotic night, Song Qingran's back was aching, while the culprit was full of energy, feeling content and satisfied.

*

One week later.

Song Qingran had mixed feelings.

Things were getting stranger and stranger. She felt that Cheng Wang's inner thoughts were too deliberate, as if he was pretending to be pitiful and trying to get her to do something to please him.

"Cheng Wang, what kind of birthday present do you want?"

Late at night, Song Qingran pushed away the man who was covered in sweat and became sticky, and placed a pillow between them to prevent him from crossing the line.

With her back turned, her hoarse voice muffled, masking a hint of probing.

"I like everything you gave me," Cheng Wang said, gently kissing her shoulder through the pillow, as if he had a skin hunger, trying to slowly get closer. Song Qingran was preoccupied and didn't notice his little gesture. She turned her head and asked him, "Is there anything you're hiding from me?"

She heard his innermost thoughts.

[Just give yourself to me, and we'll pitch a tent on the mountaintop, and you can count the stars under me...]

Cheng Wang squeezed in, and Song Qingran couldn't help but groan. He kissed away the tears that had spilled from the corners of her eyes, his breathing unsteady, and said intermittently, "I've given you everything, baby. I have no secrets from you at all."

Song Qingran didn't believe it. He bullied her so badly that her fingertips dug into his shoulder, leaving bloody marks.

"Let's go hiking to watch the sunrise and sunset, okay?" Song Qingran asked in a choked voice. "We'll pitch a tent on the mountaintop and count the stars together..."

"I'll do whatever you say." Cheng Wang replied casually, too busy to speak.

Her body was enveloped in the heatwave, but her heart sank to the bottom. Song Qingran's eyes stung, and the more she thought about it, the more distressed she became. Sure enough, her guess was right.

He knew she could hear his thoughts, and he even used those thoughts against her, making her do things his way time and time again.

Even though his demands were only in bed, what if they happened elsewhere? If he had bad intentions, she probably wouldn't even know she was being sold.

Song Qingran felt offended, and her heart turned cold.

She ran away without a word once again and went to stay at Xu Qingru's place.

Xu Qingru hurriedly chased Jin Ye, whose face was long and dark, out of the house. While tidying up the messy room, she also looked at her best friend's expression. It seemed like they had really quarreled this time, and it was a serious one. They had both run away from home.

"Judging by your appearance, how long do you plan to stay?"

Song Qingran was taken aback for a moment, "Let's stay for a few months first." Her mind was in turmoil.

Xu Qingru carefully sat beside her, showing concern and care for her for several days before the other woman finally stopped being in a cold and aloof state.

Both of them had a few drinks, and Song Qingran couldn't help but vent her frustrations: "In my new comic, the female lead can hear the male lead's thoughts, and she's so smug, thinking she has him wrapped around her little finger. But what if she ends up being wrapped around instead? I'm so angry! He clearly said he had no secrets from her, yet he uses his thoughts to convey the information he wants her to hear. That's so mean!!!"

"It seems a bit bad. If this man is a scumbag, then the female lead will be completely under his thumb." Xu Qingru nodded in agreement.

“Yes, he’s not honest at all.” Song Qingran’s grievances poured out instantly. She hugged her best friend and cried her heart out, looking pitiful. After crying, she pulled her along to curse Cheng Wang. As they cursed, Xu Qingru felt something was wrong. “The female lead isn’t honest either. The two are actually quite well-matched. After all, the female lead can hear the male lead’s thoughts but doesn’t say anything. She even tries to control him. Neither of them can do that.”

Song Qingran: "......."

Fallacy?

But it seems to make some sense, yet it's not quite right either... Song Qingran was extremely confused.

She wandered out the door alone, sat in the car and pondered deeply until her head ached, then she pounded the back of her head a few times.

I don't know how much time passed, but the night gradually deepened.

Snowflakes were falling outside the window. She had dozed off and woke up to find the car covered in a thin layer of snow. This was the first snow of the year. Once she was fully awake, Song Qingran lowered the car window. The cold wind, carrying snowflakes, brushed against her face, and she shivered. Her finger was already pressing the window up button.

I glanced at it casually, and the car window was down again.

The car was parked by the roadside, and the man stood quietly under the tree, covered in snow, like a wooden sculpture. But his eyes shone with a warmth like a flame, melting the snowflakes on his eyelashes.

Song Qingran opened her lips, unlocked the car door, and called out, "Get in the car."

Cheng Wang shook off the remaining snow, took off his coat and draped it over his forearm, and got into the passenger seat. Underneath his black trench coat was a gray turtleneck sweater that concealed his sexy Adam's apple. His hair seemed unkempt and had grown quite long, casting a shadow that obscured his vision.

They hadn't seen each other for a week, and neither of them spoke. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the man's nose was red and he was dressed in thin clothes. Song Qingran still felt soft-hearted and reached out to turn up the air conditioner temperature. Just as her hand reached out, it collided with Cheng Wang's fingertips.

She tried to back away nonchalantly, but was caught, her palm pressed against his, their fingers intertwined, and she couldn't shake him off.

"Cheng Wang!" Her voice was filled with undisguised anger.

"Did you miss me?"

"without!"

"I miss you."

He pinched her fingertips, grinding them suggestively.

From the arc of his fingertips, Song Qingran sensed his audacious thoughts, which made her even angrier. Unable to break free, her nails dug deep into his skin. He remained silent as if nothing had happened. In the end, she stopped, her anger boiling over, and turned her face away, gazing at the snowflakes outside the window.

"Are you still angry? If not, pinch her for a while longer," Cheng Wang said gently.

Song Qingran's heart skipped a beat. The atmosphere was just right, and she suddenly wanted to get straight to the point and ask for clarification. But before she could even speak, something furry brushed against her ankle, making her feel a little itchy and a bit panicked.

She lifted her foot and was astonished to find a completely black creature standing at her feet, its head tilted back, grinning at her and making an evil, strange noise.

"Aaaaaah, help me!!!"

Song Qingran felt a chill run down her spine and her mind went blank. She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped onto Cheng Wang, nestled in his arms as she did every night. Cheng Wang, of course, would not refuse such beauty, holding his wife tightly against him. He glanced at the black, furry creature that looked like a dog and a cat that had jumped onto the driver's seat, grabbed it by the scruff of its neck, and threw it out the window.

Song Qingran opened one eye and saw it. She propped her head up and looked outside. After hearing a heart-wrenching scream, she couldn't bear it. She turned around, wanting to scold Cheng Wang, but then she realized that a cat had accidentally crawled into the car. She had made a big fuss over nothing.

The words caught in her throat, but her pupils suddenly dilated, and she screamed again. The window wasn't open, and the little black creature appeared inside the car, tilting its head and smiling at her, even speaking in human language: "Hello."

In a great shock, she almost fainted. Cheng Wang held the back of her head and gave her a breath, then pulled her into a deep kiss as if no one else was around, to distract her.

A few minutes later, she finally calmed down.

"Cheng, Cheng Wang, am I dreaming?" Her face was a little pale.

The man shook his head, which surprised her even more.

"Baby, this world is very different, and you've already noticed that, haven't you?"

Song Qingran's heart was thrown into turmoil, but at this moment she felt somewhat calm. She asked him in a low voice, "You know I can hear your thoughts, right? And you deliberately guided me."