The day passed by amidst Song Bin's attentive flattery.
That evening, he impatiently hinted to Qi An, "Hehe. Wife, it's time to pay our dues."
Qi An's lips curled slightly: "Okay."
Song Bin quickly stripped himself naked, but before he could even touch Qi An's clothes, he was kicked off the bed.
"Ah... what are you doing?" Song Bin said angrily.
Qi An slapped him across the face several times: "You fucking have the nerve to ask me? Which vixen did you give your 'public grain' to?"
Song Bin was baffled and furious.
Before he could ask a single question, Qi An raised his long legs and kicked him out the door in a few swift movements.
"Get out, get out, you damn good-for-nothing! I've already put up with you not being able to have children, and now you've added a new problem."
"You think I'm too old? You don't love me anymore? You're not interested anymore? Who are you trying to insult by being so weak?"
"roll."
Qi An unleashed a barrage of attacks, culminating in a final punch that sent Song Bin flying out of the room and slammed the door shut.
Song Bin finally understood the problem.
Ignoring the pain in his body, he hurriedly looked down at his precious baby.
Small and soft.
There was no response.
No wonder Zhou Qiong was so angry and suspected that he was having an affair; this was definitely not his usual behavior.
Song Bin didn't dare knock on the door again, nor did he have the mind to explain; he was in a complete panic.
His thing seems to be really broken!
Song Bin didn't sleep all night, trying all sorts of methods, including taking medicine and watching porn, with various videos of beautiful women in black stockings playing on a loop on his phone.
I made myself so thirsty and hot, but the part that should have reacted the most still didn't move at all.
Small, soft, and very cute.
Song Bin was so anxious he was almost going crazy. If he lost even this only asset, would he still be considered a man?
Will Zhou Qiong still want him?
Song Bin slumped on the sofa like a dead dog, his heart filled with fear.
No, no, it's definitely just temporary. I guess it's because I'm not feeling well.
He'll be fine after a good night's sleep; he'll prove it to Zhou Qiong.
Before he knew it, it was almost dawn, and Song Bin forced himself to close his eyes and go to sleep.
His consciousness was just beginning to drift away when a loud noise jolted him awake.
Looking up, he saw Zhou Qiong with disheveled hair and a fierce expression walking towards him.
Song Bin sat up and asked, "Wife, what's wrong... ahhh..."
He was met with a barrage of slaps and punches; Zhou Qiong was beating him like a madwoman, yelling as she did so.
"You, Song Bin, I've been feeding you well and taking good care of you, and I've never complained about your lack of ability. Not only did you cheat on me, but you also conspired with your mistress to kill me."
"I'll beat you to death today, you ungrateful, shameless ingrate."
In the middle of the night, being beaten for no reason, Song Bin could no longer hold back and prepared to fight back while cursing.
"Zhou Qiong, are you fucking crazy? What did I do? What's wrong with you?"
It would have been better if he hadn't resisted; the more he resisted, the more Qi An beat him, leaving Song Bin with no choice but to cover his head and take the beating.
Qi An rained punches down on Song Bin, using him as a punching bag, beating and kicking him until he howled in pain.
Seeing that Song Bin was rolling his eyes, Qi An kicked him away and sat on the sofa angrily.
Song Bin lay on the ground, spitting out a few bloody teeth, staring fiercely at Qi An.
"You... what right do you have to hit me?"
Qi An, his face full of anger, said, "I had a dream that you cheated on me and even killed me. It made me wake up in anger."
"What?"
Song Bin doubted that he had heard correctly.
"Are you crazy? You beat me up like this just because of a dream? You even dreamt you died, did you actually die?"
Qi Anxin thought: He's dead.
Song Bin wanted to continue, but was stunned by a question from Qi An.
Do you know someone named Xiaoxi?
Song Bin's eyes and mouth opened as wide as they could, and he got goosebumps.
Xiao Xi?
In that absurd dream he had, the girl who seduced him into having an affair, caused Zhou Qiong's death, and gave birth to his son was named Xiao Xi.
Now, Zhou Qiong has had a similar dream to his.
Is it possible for such a coincidence to happen in the world?
Song Bin's breathing quickened, a wave of panic washed over him, and he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
What if it wasn't a dream?
Feeling uneasy, Song Bin said to Qi An, "I don't know any Xiao Xi. It was just a dream, not real. You're just too tired lately, don't overthink it."
"Trust me, I won't cheat on you, and I certainly won't hurt you."
Qi An felt wonderful after beating and scaring the person.
"Forget it, it was just a dream, it's all fake."
After saying that, Qi An glanced disdainfully at a certain part of his body: "Besides, you're a piece of trash and you don't have that ability, tch."
Song Bin: "..."
Qi An then asked, "Are you cursing me in your heart, upset that I hit you?"
Song Bin forced a reply: "No. I don't blame you. You're just under too much pressure and too tired."
"Good to know, it's all for the sake of making money to support you. You should also reflect on why I had that kind of dream?"
Qi An left after saying that and went to sleep. Song Bin applied medicine to himself while cursing her in his heart.
madman!
It's menopause time!
If there's a next time, he absolutely won't tolerate it and will definitely divorce her.
However, Song Bin didn't understand that domestic violence is either zero times or countless times.
He never had any more erections, and he didn't dare to share a room with Zhou Qiong at night, afraid that she would find out that he really couldn't perform.
So Song Bin went to the hospital repeatedly during the day.
He visited all the major hospitals and even booked appointments with specialists, but none of them could figure out why he suddenly became impotent.
Song Bin, using the excuse that he was afraid of disturbing Zhou Qiong's rest, slept on the sofa at night.
Then, every night, Zhou Qiong would beat him up in a fit of rage after having a dream.
"I dreamt again that you cheated on me. That Xiao Xi even calls you 'Dad,' you bastard, you're really good at playing games."
"Wow, you even have a son now! Congratulations!"
"Fine, even though I'm dead, you still want to disgust me, Song Siqiong? Go to hell."
After a few days, Song Bin had a lot of bruises all over his body.
What's even more incredible is that the madman would apologize every time he beat him up.
"Bin, I'm so sorry. I just acted impulsively, but it's because I care about you so much. You won't blame me, will you?"
After the apology, they would beat him however they pleased that night, each beating more severe than the last.
By day she's a gentle and considerate wife, by night she's a ruthless and violent female demon.
Song Bin felt like Zhou Qiong was driving him to the brink of a mental breakdown.
Meanwhile, Song Bin's fear deepened.
Because what Zhou Qiong said was exactly the same as the dream he had.
So, was what happened in that dream a prophecy of the future, or has it already happened?
The director posted a Weibo message: the show is finally going to air.
Qi An sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and called to Song Bin, who was cutting fruit in the kitchen.
"My show is about to air, come and watch quickly."
Song Bin placed the fruit in front of Qi An, stuck the forks in it, and then silently sat down in the place furthest away from her.
Qi An was displeased.
What's wrong? Are you disgusted by her?
Qi An patted the seat next to him and smiled gently: "Sit here."
Song Bin felt a chill run down his spine and sat down beside her, stiff as a board.
Qi An raised his hand, and Song Bin trembled in fright, instinctively protecting his head.
The hand reached over him and took a bunch of grapes.
Song Bin: "..."
I'm not going to hit him.
Song Bin's attention was gradually drawn to the show; the editing and post-production were excellent, with a constant stream of laughs.
Looking at Zhou Qiong inside, laughing brightly and cheerfully, Song Bin felt a moment of disorientation.
That was the Zhou Qiong he remembered, always laughing heartily, without a trace of gloom.
Stealing a glance at the woman beside him, Song Bin wondered to himself, why has she changed so much?
Suddenly, a girl with chapped cheeks and dressed in a dowdy style appeared next to Zhou Qiong on the screen.
"Sister, these are wild strawberries I picked. They're so sweet, you should try some."
That shy and innocent face made Song Bin's eyes widen instantly.
Xiao Xi!
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