Chapter 80 [Daily Life After Marriage]: Brother

The three-day holiday flew by, and the news in the tabloids had spread like wildfire. However, it was clear that neither of the two people at the center of the storm paid much attention to it. Song Mingli even took the time to check social media in his spare time, asking his public relations team to keep the public opinion in check and prevent it from going too far. Of course, he spent most of his time in the villa by the sea.

In the tender bliss of newlywed life, Song Mingli's masculine desires were satisfied, and he was extremely excited and frenzied that night. He stripped Ying Shixue completely naked and then gradually put something on her. By the end, she looked pitiful, as if she had been pulled out of the water. But strangely, she did not show any violent struggle or resistance. In fact, she silently and tacitly complied with many of the unreasonable demands he made during those three days.

Unfortunately, the three-day holiday passed in a flash. On the third night, Ying Shixue's legs were shaking as he tried to bend down to find his clothes in his suitcase. This was because he hadn't left the house at all in the past few days, or rather, he hadn't even put his feet on the ground. Song Mingli simply couldn't bear being separated from his partner for even a second, and he couldn't accept Ying Shixue touching anything other than him. Apart from having no clothes to wear or being wrapped in a bath towel, he could only wear Song Mingli's shirt as a cover.

When he woke up, all the bath towels had been taken away. He grabbed a shirt and put it on, then went to open his suitcase to find his own clothes. Song Mingli had taken all his clothes from the closet and locked them there.

The suitcase had a combination lock, and his back and legs were in so much pain from overuse that he couldn't stand for long. His slender white fingers dialed the combination lock one by one. This was the scene that Song Mingli saw when he entered the bedroom.

His shirt was clearly white, but he seemed even whiter. The collar was too big, revealing a section of his slender, beautifully shaped shoulders and neck. His legs were thin and long, and their curves were faintly visible as he bent over. They were covered with kiss marks, fingerprints, and teeth marks. In addition to the usual marks on his chest and neck, there were also marks on his upper thighs, calves, and ankles. It was enough to imagine how obsessed and crazy the person who left these marks must have been, and how intense and vicious their lovemaking must have been.

They were supposed to go back tomorrow morning. Ying Shixue had obviously noticed Song Mingli. Just as she was about to tell him to open his suitcase and take out his clothes, she suddenly felt a lightness on her body. He was easily picked up and then thrown back onto the bed.

The large bed was comfortable and soft, and there was no pain when she fell on it, but Ying Shixue felt as if she had touched something extremely terrifying, or as if she had recalled some memories that made her subconsciously feel fear. Instinctively, she struggled to get up and used both her hands and legs to get out of bed.

Song Mingli grabbed his ankle and pulled him back, then reached under his shirt.

"No..." Ying Shixue was pressed against the back of the bed, struggling to grab Song Mingli's hands to keep him from moving, while tilting her head back to avoid his tender kisses: "No... get up... get out!"

Song Mingli ignored him, spreading his knees apart and pressing his thighs together: "You can do it, didn't you yesterday?"

"And," he said maliciously, pulling one hand out and deliberately opening it so Ying Shixue could see the glistening, ambiguous wet spots on his fingertips under the light, "I think I served you quite well, didn't I?"

"No..." Ying Shixue turned her gaze away, but the man's actions were so vile that she tried to push him away with both hands.

Ying Shixue was naturally slender, and her body had been weakened in her early years. Even though she was kept in bed to recuperate, she still looked very thin.

Especially when Song Mingli stood next to him, the difference was like that between a mighty military general and a weak civil official. The taller stature, the broader shoulders, and the more muscular build, the huge difference in physique and strength, allowed Song Mingli to do as he pleased in many situations.

For example, right now, he can pinch Ying Shixue's thin waist with one hand, but Ying Shixue has to use both hands together to barely pry his fingers open, even when he is deliberately holding back.

He lowered his head and kissed the tip of his lover's nose. "Let go, be good."

Ying Shixue felt his hot breath spraying against her ear, gritted her teeth, and even her jaw was tense: "I still have work to do tomorrow."

These past few days have been absurd enough.

"Hmm..." Song Mingli seemed to be seriously considering his words, his calloused fingertips deliberately caressing the other's delicate palm and waist skin: "Baby, how long do you think you can keep me in this position?"

If the other party wanted to, he probably wouldn't be able to resist for even a second.

At the same time, the man's knee pressed hard on his legs, preventing him from resisting. Ying Shixue was furious and slapped Song Mingli across the face.

A crisp snap echoed in the silent air, and Song Mingli's left cheek quickly turned a little red.

That force was barely more than a kitten's scratch; his palm was soft and smooth. Song Mingli's Adam's apple bobbed, and he grabbed the hand, holding it in his palm and kissing it.

"I'll do all your work for the next few days, okay?"

No. He didn't want to be stuck in bed for days on end.

Ying Shixue let out a breath and was about to curse him, but this man had three-dimensional and deep features, with high brow bones and an extremely straight nose. When he looked at people from this angle, he was different from his indifferent and aloof demeanor during the day. His eyes were long and narrow with deep sockets, and he was even more sexy because of his restraint. He was so handsome that he could easily beat a bunch of male stars, movie stars and international superstars.

Ying Shixue stared at him for a while, then finally gave up and leaned against the headboard.

That's tacit approval.

Song Mingli finally revealed his triumphant intentions after his scheme was exposed, and lowered his head to kiss her deeply.

In short, the holiday flew by, and before I knew it, almost a week had passed.

Ying Shixue strode into the company gate with a blank expression. Almost the instant he appeared, the company began to secretly glance at him with excited and gossipy eyes. Even during the brief morning meeting, he could see people secretly taking out their phones to chat. The number of people who came to his office to deliver documents that morning reached a new high.

It's just a wedding, is it really that big of a deal...? Ying Shixue lowered her eyes and flipped down a page of the PowerPoint presentation during an afternoon meeting. When she looked up, she suddenly saw a group of people with different expressions, but all of them had a mix of excitement.

Fang Zhi gestured for him to look at the projection screen behind him. Ying Shixue subconsciously turned around and saw a message pop up: Baby, I have a cooperation meeting with the Zonglian Group to attend tonight, but I will definitely be home before 8:30.

Another message came: "I ordered food from the west side of the city at six o'clock and had it delivered to you. The scallions, garlic, and carrots have been skimmed off; remember to eat plenty." The message was addressed to "Brother." [heart][ring]

When did Song Mingli change his contact name? He clearly didn't have those two emojis before.

People in the company's private chat groups are practically going crazy over it.

[Tears wetting my Crocs]: Baby, baby, baby, hehehehehehehe

[Only Love Tomato Scrambled Eggs]: Can you believe it? Someone who seems incredibly cold actually uses emoticons in their notes! I'm totally smitten!

[Safety TV]: You're married, shouldn't you start calling me "husband" instead of "brother"?

[Good News Peanut]: You guys don't understand, "brother" is "husband," and "husband" is "brother." Different titles, but the same meaning. Calling someone "brother" is actually calling them "husband." Being older is just awesome...

Ying Shixue coughed lightly and turned off his phone screen. He had two phones, one for work and one for personal use, and he had accidentally grabbed the wrong one when he started screen mirroring. Come to think of it, this phone was the same couple's model that Song Mingli had bought...

Ying calmly wiped the snow from his face and pointed to the key point with his infrared pen: "The meeting continues."

His colleagues, seeing his reddened ears, exclaimed, "Aww!"

In fact, he had accumulated a lot of work these past few days. Although Song Mingli had been helping him with it, he still had to do a lot of it himself. By the time he finished, it was already eight o'clock, and his personal cell phone had run out of battery and was off because he hadn't used it.

He recharged the phone, and several missed calls popped up the moment the screen lit up.

Three of the calls were from Song Mingli, and the other two were from Si Chengjun; they were made just now.

Ying Shixue raised an eyebrow and dialed back. The call was quickly answered, but it was another person's voice that came through: "Little Ying?"

Ying Shixue paused. The phone showed that he had indeed dialed Song Mingli's number. He hesitated for a moment upon hearing the voice: "Brother Jun?"

When Chengjun saw the call go through, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and shoved the drunk man next to him into a chair: "Your husband is drunk and on the top floor of Juwei Pavilion. Can you come and pick him up?"

Song Mingli on the other end seemed to hear something and instinctively reached for his phone.

Song Mingli rarely got drunk. As a person of his status, no one dared to force him to drink. It was just that at the banquet, someone started by saying "Congratulations on your marriage, may you live a long and happy life together." Song Mingli's hand, which was about to refuse, stopped. After a moment, he took the drink and drank it all in one gulp.

Afterwards, everyone at the table seemed to have discovered some Morse code. After all, this was someone they couldn't usually toast, so their wedding congratulations were all incredibly sweet. Song Mingli accepted almost every toast and drank with everyone. Si Chengjun happened to be eating nearby, and he contacted the waiter Ying Shixue to make a message. By the time he arrived, the three bottles of white wine and countless bottles of red wine on the table were almost finished.

He had drunk a lot of wine, and it was mixed wine. Even a god would get drunk. When Ying Shixue arrived, Song Mingli was sitting in a chair at the table. He was tall and had a cold face. He didn't look drunk at all. Only when you got closer could you smell the alcohol on him.

Upon seeing him, his expression softened instantly. He reached out and hugged him, burying his face in his stomach and taking a deep breath.

The surrounding area was full of business partners, all of whom were staring intently in their direction. Ying Shixue patted his back from the back of his neck to comfort him, and nodded slightly to them as a greeting.

His fingers were long and slender, icy cold, and felt extremely comfortable when they touched him. Ying Shixue could clearly feel the strength in his arms tightening.

He didn't show it on his face: "I'll go back with him first."

"Okay, okay..." "Please be careful on the road, Mr. Ying..." "Next time, if there's a chance..."

Song Mingli was, after all, a tall, muscular adult male who worked out regularly. With Chengjun's help, he helped the man downstairs. When he was sober, he could still maintain some rationality, but now, with the effects of alcohol or perhaps partly due to his own actions, Song Mingli practically hugged the man and wouldn't let go. His possessiveness and desire for control were so obvious that they couldn't be hidden.

In the short time that followed, Ying Shixue's cheeks had already flushed slightly, and Cheng Jun escorted them all the way to the car.

“Brother Jun,” Ying Shixue fastened Song Mingli’s seatbelt and straightened up, “Thanks.”

Si Chengjun nodded: "It's alright, be careful on your way back."

He paused, then seemed to remember something, and smiled: "Happy wedding."

Ying Shixue's eyelashes trembled slightly as she hummed in agreement, "Then my brother and I will head back first."

After Chengjun closed the car door for him, he watched the vehicle drive into the traffic and then quickly disappear into the distance.

“That guy Ali,” he rubbed his arm, which was a little sore from helping someone up, and the scene of the thin young man’s brief interaction at the dinner table suddenly flashed before his eyes.

In reality, it would be very easy for Ying Shixue to make friends. In just a short while, she was handing him her business card. However, she was always very guarded. Over the years, she had only shown a little sincerity to a few long-time friends. Apart from formal titles like "Chairman of the Company" or "Second Young Master of a Family," she used more intimate terms of address.

But he knew that it was different. For example, Ying Shixue would call them Brother Jun and Brother Yan... but the only one who could make the other person subconsciously and completely agree with him from the bottom of their heart, without any embellishment or limitation, and whose single-character "brother" he was calling, was Song Mingli.