Chapter 91: Solo 91 But every time you twist,...
For the second time, Song Yu found himself waking up in Zhou Ci's arms.
The two of them hugged each other tightly, Song Yu's nose pressed against Zhou Ci's collarbone, his palms still against his undulating abdominal muscles. The Chu River and Han River that had been so orderly last night had already become a mess. The quilt was wrapped around their waists, like a white chain, locking them two people tightly together.
Although Song Yu had a good sleep quality, he was still wondering how he could stay awake like this.
"Awake?" A hoarse chuckle came from above, carrying the sexiness of someone just waking up in the morning. "Mrs. Zhou, you're quite good at grabbing the quilt."
It's not just women who are beautiful; men also have male beauty that can fascinate people.
How come some people look so good right after waking up? They don’t even like to wear tops when sleeping, so everything is visible.
Song Yu looked at the handsome, fresh-faced man in front of him and wanted to tell himself to be less moral. So what if he'd been his younger brother since childhood? We weren't related by blood, nor were we adopted, so why was that wrong? Why couldn't he be his husband? Why couldn't he sleep with him?
It was very uncomfortable to see it but not be able to eat it. Although she could probably eat it if she wanted to, she still couldn't get over the psychological barrier.
Song Yu sighed inwardly. She tried to push Zhou Ci away, but accidentally pressed against his eight hard abdominal muscles. Following his hand, she looked over. Zhou Ci might be skinny, but he had a well-proportioned figure, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a thin back. He showed the signs of a good workout.
Not only is he extremely handsome, he also has a great figure. Song Yu has to work very hard to control his thoughts and not let them wander in directions he shouldn't.
Zhou Ci asked above her head: "Do you know how many times you kicked the quilt last night?"
Song Yu's vague memory suddenly became clear. In the middle of the night, she felt hot and seemed to have kicked the quilt several times. It was Zhou Ci who tucked the corners of the quilt for her again and again without getting tired of it and covered her with the quilt again.
Suddenly there was a noise outside the door, and Song's mother's smiling voice penetrated the door: "Ru Ru, Xiao Ci, are you awake? It's time for breakfast."
Song Yu hurriedly pulled the quilt over Zhou Ci and rolled to the outside of the bed: "Wake up, wake up, come downstairs immediately."
The sound outside the door disappeared, and Song Yu hadn't breathed a sigh of relief yet. Zhou Ci suddenly grabbed her ankle and said, "You kicked me seven times and bit me three times last night..."
Song Yu's ears were red as blood dripped out, and he denied it flatly: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
He guided her fingertips to slide across the bruises on his ribs. "This is the most painful. Look, it's all blue."
"I know I'm not a very quiet sleeper, but it's not that exaggerated, right?" Song Yu struggled to retract her foot. Her toenails accidentally scratched Zhou Ci's palm, but she was completely unaware. "Although I often draw clocks, I never use my mouth. You slept on the floor in my room when you were a kid, you know that."
Zhou Ci's breathing suddenly became heavier, and Song Yu realized that there was a small tent in his pajamas. The thin fabric could not hide his vigorous energy in the morning.
His voice was hoarse. "Don't you believe what I say?" He raised his wrist. "There's a faint tooth mark here. Do you want to check it out?"
"No need, I believe you." Song Yu said hurriedly.
She panicked and tried to get away from Zhou Ci, but he pulled her and the blanket into his hot embrace. She struggled, "Zhou Ci, what are you doing?"
"Don't move!" Zhou Ci held the back of her neck. "I don't want to either, but every time you twist it, it gets more energetic."
Song Yu froze and dared not move. After a long while, Zhou Ci's breathing calmed down and he let her go. "You talked in your sleep last night."
Song Yu looked up at him: "What did I say?"
"You said..." Zhou Ci tidied her hair and tightened her loose collar: "Zhou Ci, if you dare to poke me with a stick again, I will castrate you."
The empty bedroom was completely silent, with only Zhou Ci slowly asking, "Sister, where do you want to be castrated?"
Song Yu almost choked on her own saliva. She did have such a dream last night. She didn't expect that she would shout out what she said in the dream, and Zhou Ci heard it.
Zhou Ci didn't wait for her answer, so he kissed her on the corner of her lips. It was a sudden, light kiss, and it was over before Song Yu could react.
This kiss awakened Song Yu's memories of the dream she had last night. In the dream, hot lips lingered on the soles of her feet, and then climbed up inch by inch along Xiaoyue's back.
Song Yu looked at him in a daze, and Zhou Ci looked back at him calmly. He even took the time to scratch his lips with his thumb, as if he was savoring the kiss just now.
This action was too provocative. Song Yu also sensitively noticed that the place where Zhou Ci scratched with his thumb was the place where he kissed her just now.
Some things cannot be thought about too deeply. Once you think about them too deeply, the atmosphere will become ambiguous.
When their eyes met, Song Yu was the first to look away, unable to bear it. Zhou Ci's expression was also unnatural, and his muscles were tense like a fully drawn bow.
Just when he was about to do something further, the sound of porcelain breaking came from downstairs, breaking the romance between the two.
Song's father's roar could be heard from downstairs: "Zhou Ting'an, whose territory are you running wild on?"
A flash of anger crossed Zhou Ci's face. He immediately threw off the quilt, got out of bed, put on his pajamas and walked out.
Song Yu stopped him: "My father is downstairs, your father can't take advantage."
"Dad?" The veins on the back of Zhou Ci's hand, buckling his belt, bulged. "He doesn't deserve it!"
"Then get dressed first." Song Yu brought him a suit jacket and tied his tie around his neck. "In front of a disheveled person, your demeanor and composure are the most fatal blow to him. Let him see how outstanding you are now and make him regret what he did in the past."
"I don't care anymore." Although he said that, Zhou Ci still tied his tie obediently.
"But I care." Song Yu pushed him into the bathroom. "I can't bear to see others bullying you for so many years and then being so arrogant and teaching you a lesson in front of you. It hurts me."
Zhou Ci still had the leisure to ask, "Are you feeling sorry for me as your sister? Or as Mrs. Zhou?"
Song Yu almost laughed out of anger: "You still have the mood to care about this now?"
Zhou Ci didn't ask any more questions, but the gloom on his face had miraculously disappeared. He obediently took the toothbrush that Song Yu had squeezed toothpaste on for him, put it in his mouth and started brushing.
As Song Yulin came out of the bathroom, he patted him on the back and said, "Don't worry, don't worry. We are not in a hurry. Dress up nicely. Proper clothes are your battle robes and also an entry point."
Zhou Ci made a mouthful of bubbles and uttered an indistinct "hmm".
When the cursing downstairs suddenly became louder, Song Yu and Zhou Ci came downstairs slowly.
When Zhou Ting'an rushed over and slapped Zhou Ci, Song Yu didn't take it seriously at all. She knew that Zhou Ci had studied Muay Thai for many years and later learned Wing Chun. Zhou Ting'an couldn't hit her at all, so she didn't stop him.
It happened in the blink of an eye, and Song Yu didn't know how it happened, how Zhou Ting'an did it, and why Zhou Ci didn't hide.
By the time she recovered from her shock, Zhou Ci's left cheek was swollen, with a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his lip. Zhou Ting'an raised his palm high, continuing to slap Zhou Ci in the face. Zhou Ci didn't dodge or avoid it, as if letting him vent his anger.
Before Zhou Ting'an's slap could land on his face, Zhou Ci was violently pulled back by someone, avoiding Zhou Ting'an's second slap.
Song Yu let go of Zhou Ci and angrily kicked Zhou Ting'an to the ground. He turned back to check the injuries on Zhou Ci's face, touched it distressedly, and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a tissue, scolding him: "Are you stupid? Don't you know how to dodge? How did he really hit you?"
Zhou Ci sneered, "It's okay to let him hit you a few more times. After all, this is the last chance for a stray dog to show off his power."
Before Song Yu could ask why, Zhou Ting'an, who was sitting on the ground groaning and holding his knees, spoke: "Xiao Shen is sick, Zhou Ci refused to do a matching, and Xiao Nian's type is not a match. I have no choice but to..."
Before Zhou Ting'an could finish his words, the milk cup in Song's mother's hand shattered at his feet. "So you brought people to my house to cause trouble? Do you think my family is easy to bully? Zhou Ting'an, when you and your mistress forced Xiao Ci's mother to death and treated Xiao Ci harshly for so many years, did you ever think about this day? Xiao Ci didn't kill your family of four all these years because of your grandfather's face."
Song's father then angrily said, "Zhou Ting'an, are you okay? Your son needs to find a match, and you're targeting my son-in-law? How could I be classmates with someone like you? You're really lowering my status."
The Song family firmly stood with Zhou Ci. It was then that Song Yu noticed that Zhou Ting'an had aged considerably. His hair was half white, his beard was untidy, and his clothes were not very decent. He no longer had the high-spirited look he had during his second marriage. However, he was also smart enough to know that he had come alone without the remaining three members of his family, otherwise the situation would have been even more difficult to handle.
Zhou Ci took a few steps forward, his clean, shiny leather shoes stopping in front of Zhou Ting'an. He bowed slightly, a smile on his lips: "Zhou Ting'an, you've done so many wicked things, and I didn't even have to do anything. You've already received your retribution in this life. God truly has a vision."
Zhou Tingan stared at him with hatred: "Zhou Ci, you rebellious son, after all, I am your father."
"Laozi?" Zhou Ci laughed. He leaned close to Zhou Ting'an's ear and whispered, "Do you remember what you said to your wife on Mom's thirty-second birthday?"
Zhou Ting'an's body trembled slightly. Zhou Ci noticed it, but he didn't intend to let him go. "You said... exchanging my life for my mother's life is worth it! Even if I had a bad fate and froze to death in the wild, it wouldn't matter. After all, there is still someone who can help you give birth to a son."
Zhou Ting'an's face was pale, and his lips couldn't help but tremble. But he still tried hard to control himself, to control himself from showing fear. How could a father be afraid of his son in this world? Zhou Ci, this rebellious son, must be deceiving him. He was so young back then, how could he know such things?
Zhou Ci admired the expression on Zhou Ting'an's face. Seeing his determined expression, he seemed to guess what was on his mind. Like a cat teasing a mouse, he spoke slowly, "Are you thinking about how I was young back then and couldn't remember even if I heard you talking to others?"
Zhou Ting'an's expression froze, and Zhou Ci couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I actually guessed it!"
His face darkened, his eyes fierce like a vengeful demon crawling out of hell. "Zhou Ting'an, do you really think I'm too young to remember? Have you forgotten I'm very smart? You knew Mom had a heart disease, yet you deliberately had me taken away, pretending I was kidnapped and murdered, using my death to cause Mom to have a heart attack and pass away, making way for the woman you love?"
The more Zhou Ting'an listened, the more panicked he became, his hands even starting to tremble. Zhou Ci really enjoyed his fear and was willing to talk to him a few more times: "Do you know why I didn't call the police? Because I want to deal with you myself. Calling the police and having you arrested wouldn't be fun. If I don't want to leave everything you have to your son, then I'll take it all away. You want your son to get his grandfather's attention, but how can he get it with me here?"
"The four of you are still alive and well because I'm doing this for my grandparents' sake. I don't want them to be sad when they're old. They've been good to me, giving me everything I deserve and even though I earned it all through my own efforts." Zhou Ci patted his face insultingly. "You four are really interesting. Instead of taking advantage of these past few years to hide away somewhere I'm too lazy to go, you keep trying to make your presence felt in front of me. Do you think you're having a good life? Do you really think I wouldn't dare do anything to you?"
The more Zhou Ci laughed, the more uneasy Zhou Ting'an felt. This unruly son had always glared at people like a wolf cub, as if ready to tear off a chunk of flesh at any second. If it weren't for the natural bloodline suppression I had when dealing with my son, Zhou Ting'an would have been scared shitless by now.
"Why don't you get out of here? Are you planning to stay at my father-in-law's house for a meal?" Zhou Ci stood up and glanced coldly at the people Zhou Ting'an brought with him.
Those people felt a chill on their backs when Zhou Ci stared at them. Without Zhou Ci saying anything, two people came out, one on the left and one on the right, and held Zhou Ting'an up. They didn't dare to say anything and turned around and ran away.
A farce was thus settled.
Zhou Ci turned around and apologized sincerely to Song's father and mother: "I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, I didn't handle the problem well and caused you to be disturbed."
Father Song waved his hand: "How can you be blamed for this? What can you do when you encounter such a troublesome father?"
Song's mother also said, "Your face is swollen. Let Ru Ru apply some medicine to you." After she finished speaking, she winked at Song Yu, "You've been delayed for a while, and the food has gotten cold. I'll ask Auntie to make a new one. It'll be just right for you to eat after applying the medicine."
Song Yu had no objection. He took the medicine box handed to him by his aunt and pulled Zhou Ci to the sofa in the living room to apply the medicine.
Zhou Ci had fair skin, and Zhou Ting'an didn't hold back when he slapped him, leaving his face red and swollen with five finger marks.
"Does it hurt?" Song Yu asked as he applied medicine on his face. "Why are you so stupid? Why suffer this loss? You won't be able to go to the company for several days now."
Zhou Ci leaned his hands on the back of the sofa, letting Song Yu apply the medicine to him and answering her, "No, I'll go to the company as usual."
Song Yu paused for a moment, then continued applying the medicine: "With such obvious slap marks on your face, aren't you afraid that it will affect your authority as the president? Aren't you afraid that the company employees will talk about it? Aren't you afraid that it will become a hot topic? Do you know that you are now a hot topic?"
"I'm not afraid. I just want them to talk about it and make it a hot topic. It's time for everyone to know about my family's affairs. That way, no one will use moral coercion against me when I want to do something in the future. Besides, the president's authority has always been based on his ability and strict rules and regulations, and has nothing to do with his personal affairs."
While Song's parents weren't paying attention, Zhou Ci fiddled with Song Yu's eyelashes and whispered in her ear, "Sister, you looked like a kitten with its fur standing up for me just now. Are you feeling sorry for me?"
"Yes! I feel sorry for you, but I'm even more angry that you don't know how to take care of yourself and let someone beat you up, even if that person is your father."
"If I tell you that I got beaten on purpose just to make you feel bad, will you be angry?"
Song Yu looked up at him, anger bubbling in his eyes: "Are you serious?"
Zhou Ci smiled, a soft and obedient smile that made Song Yu unable to harden her heart and get angry. He knew how to grasp Song Yu's preferences very well: "Sister, you are very cute when you are angry. It is even cuter than when you sang "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" off-tune to me back then."
This statement is really unfair to Song Yu. Song Yu sings very well, but when he sang "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" he was still young and not familiar with the song, so it was normal for him to be out of tune.
"If you criticize me for singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star again, I'll be really angry."
"I'm not being mean, you were really cute back then, like a fairy that fell from the sky to accompany and comfort me when I had no one to rely on. I always remember that day when you wore two ponytails with bows and a pink puffy skirt, and you accompanied me to the playground to look for my mother until your nose was sweating, and you also promised me that I would be happy every day in the future..." Zhou Ci didn't finish his words because the memories were too precious.
He just hugged Song Yu unexpectedly, and then quickly let go: "Mrs. Zhou, I can't take you to the company today. There are some emergencies to deal with. Can you arrange for a driver to take you?"
Song Yu didn't ask Zhou Ci what emergency he needed to deal with, or whether it was related to Zhou Ting'an. She accepted his suggestion: "Go ahead and do whatever you want. Don't worry about me going to work. I'll have the driver take you there."
Zhou Ci didn't stay at the Song family for long, nor did he stay for breakfast. He made a phone call and left in the driver's car.
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