37 Clashes
◎“She was hooked”◎
Song Chiyu was truly impressed.
He actually had the mood to chat with her.
She had to put aside her chaotic thoughts and reply seriously, "Well, because it was too damaged, the original buyer didn't really want to spend money to repair it. When they found out I wanted to practice, they just gave it to me. I'll repair it if I can, and if I can't, then forget about it."
“Zhou Yue collected quite a few before. If you’re interested, I can bring them to you next time.”
"You promised to show me the rope untying tool last time, but you didn't." She wasn't in the mood for work, so she decided to focus on chatting with him.
"In Anxi. I came straight back after finishing up some business in the township last time. Next time you come to Anxi with me, I'll bring it to you."
“I’m not going.” She didn’t like the atmosphere at the Qi family’s house. “Just bring it back to me when you go.”
He did not answer.
Song Chiyu habitually assumed he had tacitly agreed, and continued to calmly repair the papers in front of her. She picked up the water bottle and sprayed water on the papers, smoothing them out little by little. Qi Yanzhou silently observed her, his gaze moving from her hair to her waist and back. He had no intention of disturbing her; he simply watched her.
She looks beautiful when she's focused.
It's so captivating that you can't take your eyes off it.
It wasn't until Song Chiyu patched up some tiny gaps with pulp and waited for the paper to settle that she belatedly realized the person behind her.
"Don't you get bored?" she asked, turning around.
He shook his head.
"Aren't your legs numb?" she asked, shifting her position slightly.
He shook his head again: "Go about your business, don't worry about me."
Song Chiyu's mind was no longer on him, and she sat more and more casually, doing whatever made her comfortable.
He leaned on the armrest beside him, subtly shifting his posture, his long legs naturally parted, becoming increasingly casual.
Unconsciously, she pressed herself against his waist and abdomen, each unintentional movement eliciting a natural reaction. Yet his expression remained indifferent, his eyes, fixed on her back, completely unaffected.
When Song Chiyu realized something was wrong, she could already feel a very strong presence. The sense of accomplishment from completing the repair was instantly overshadowed by the desire that had been aroused. She pretended to be calm and stood up, holding onto the desk. "I'm going to get some water."
He made no attempt to persuade him to stay or overstep his bounds.
They naturally stepped aside, asking, "Is it all fixed?"
"The first one is finished." She avoided eye contact and walked toward the living room.
Li Li and Lao Song went for a walk.
There were only her and Qi Yanzhou in the room. She drank most of a glass of water in one gulp, then poured him a new glass. He was leaning back in his chair, examining the page she had repaired.
Song Chiyu's heart, which had just calmed down, suddenly became restless again.
He drank half a glass of water in one gulp before returning to his desk: "Teacher Qi, if you find it inconvenient to move the chair again, I can go to the living room."
"You think this is inconvenient?" Qi Yanzhou saw through it at a glance.
"No, not at all," Song Chiyu said, afraid that he would overthink it, and sat back down on his lap. "I was just worried that you might be uncomfortable."
"Won't."
As soon as she sat down, she could feel the distinct rise and fall against her buttocks, and he made no attempt to hide it, leaning back unabashedly against the chair back.
“Teacher Qi,” she turned around, “you…you’ve got me.”
"Sorry." He blinked politely, but his movements remained unchanged.
Song Chiyu remained silent, confronting him without any attempt to evade the issue. It was hard to say he wasn't doing it intentionally. He explained with a serious expression, "I won't force you."
Song Chiyu: "..."
She seemed hesitant, so he put his arm around her waist and shifted his position, saying, "I'm sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?"
She opened her mouth in annoyance.
He still had that utterly innocent face: "Huh?"
Of course she knew he wouldn't.
He was a man of great patience, and replied in a voice barely audible, "...It is I who will think about it."
“Okay,” he said without a hint of surprise, “that works.”
She had already realized what was happening and turned around to accuse him, "You seduced me."
"Huh?" He seemed not to understand what she was saying, as if she were the one blaming him. Song Chiyu felt a slight pang of guilt, but it was so small as to be almost negligible. She then leaned on the armrest next to her and sat down completely with her back against his waist and abdomen.
"I'll just rub against him for a little while," she assured him, leaning against his chest.
"Go change into a dress," he patiently suggested.
Why change into a skirt?
"Make things easier for you."
Song Chiyu quickly changed into a long-sleeved nightgown and returned. The skirt, which reached her ankles, enveloped her entire body and covered most of her legs.
He lifted one side of her skirt and silently looked down at her calves hanging down on his trousers. They were fair and petite, contrasting sharply with the strong, muscular lines beneath his trousers.
"Are you thinking of something to make fun of me again?" she suddenly asked.
He immediately understood what she was worried about. "No."
“You’re lying,” Song Chiyu said, looking at his pensive expression with his eyes downcast. She raised her hand and covered his mouth. “You’re not allowed to say anything you’re thinking of.”
He closed his eyes and nodded gently.
Song Chiyu couldn't help but laugh, gently rubbing against his forearm which was resting on the armrest. He closed his eyes, quietly listening to her increasingly complex breathing, but still felt it wasn't enough. Suddenly, she turned her head, cupped his cheeks, and kissed him.
He bowed his head in response.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of the door opening. She immediately let go of him, sat up straight, and pulled down the skirt that was hanging down beside her legs.
Qi Yanzhou couldn't help but laugh.
He heard Li Li's voice outside the door. He gently put her down from his lap, stood up, and said, "Go ahead and do your thing. I'm going to read for a while."
He casually picked up a book from the bookshelf and sat down on the sofa in the corner. At the same time, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Li Li asked, "Xiaoyu, is it convenient for Mom to come in?"
“It’s convenient,” Song Chiyu said, sitting up.
"Are you done with your work? Your dad and I went to buy some fruit. Why don't you and Yanzhou come out and have some?"
"I don't have any yet, just leave it there. I'll come back to eat later." She guessed that Qi Yanzhou was probably not available right now.
"Where's Yanzhou?" Li Li asked.
"I'll wait a bit too."
The bedroom door was closed again.
Song Chiyu rearranged the next sheet of paper, "We'll go out when it's convenient for you."
She's thinking about him.
A gentle smile appeared on his usually cool face. "Yes, thank you."
"Why are you being so polite?" Song Chiyu asked, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
"Ms. Song, may I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead and ask."
He licked his lips, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated. Song Chiyu, on the other hand, became impatient, "Ask away!"
"I don't know if it's just my imagination, but your ex-boyfriend seems to be really impotent."
"What's wrong?"
“It’s not good in any aspect.” He explained in a cool and gentle tone, “Most of the time, it’s like you’re pleasing yourself. He can’t bring you much joy and happiness.”
"This..." Song Chiyu choked, "You could even tell?"
"I can vaguely sense something."
She sighed silently.
Some minor details surfaced in my mind, "Maybe it's because I pursued him."
"You won him over?" he replied gently. "No wonder. When he asked you to get back together, he didn't seem like the type to pursue someone."
Song Chiyu didn't want to mention him; just thinking about him made her feel irritable and suffocated.
"Yeah, you've gotten used to being high and mighty, haven't you? Teacher Qi, are you feeling better now? Let's go out to get something to eat."
"Let's go." Qi Yanzhou put down the book in his hand and stood up with her.
Anyone familiar with Qi Yanzhou would have noticed his unusual behavior. He wasn't the type to be interested in other people's affairs, let alone comment on them like this. And now, not only had he commented, but he had given a maliciously negative review.
He remained as aloof and indifferent as ever, sitting upright beside her.
Song Chiyu was too sleepy, and stood up after sitting for a short while: "I'm going to wash my face and go to bed."
"Go on, go on," Li Li said after she left, then leaned closer to Qi Yanzhou and said, "Xiao Yu didn't cause you any trouble, did she? It's all my fault and her father's fault for spoiling her. She can't do anything, like washing clothes or cooking. We can only trouble you more than ever."
If anyone else heard this, they would have gone berserk.
Her intention was too obvious; the subtext was that Song Chiyu was useless and that he would have to shoulder everything at home. But the other party was Qi Yanzhou, and he nodded in agreement: "Of course."
Song Chiyu lay in bed but couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
Qi Yanzhou took a shower and went into the bedroom. The room was pitch black, and she was curled up on the bed, motionless, seemingly asleep. He made his footsteps soft and lay down beside her.
He had good habits; he didn't play on his phone in bed before sleeping. He slept soundly and quietly, his breathing so shallow that you could barely feel his presence. They lay there quietly for a while, then she reached out and gently unbuttoned his pajamas. He opened his eyes, about to ask her what was wrong, but found she remained in the same position, without even opening her eyes.
She didn't want to make a fuss, and he didn't say anything either.
After a while, she slowly moved closer to him, quietly unbuttoning his pajamas, wrapping her arms around his neck, and whispering in his ear, "Teacher Qi."
"Hmm?" His voice seemed louder in comparison, and she, like a thief, quickly told him to shut up.
"I..." She couldn't say it aloud, so she could only hint at it with her actions, her slender fingers gently pulling down the fabric around his waist. He understood, and without saying anything more, he softly acknowledged her actions.
A moment of guilt welled up in Song Chiyu's heart.
Compared to his easygoing nature, she did seem rather unkind. But upon further reflection, what she needed was nothing compared to his true intentions.
It's understandable that he should cooperate.
Perhaps reminded by him, she lifted her skirt and, without thinking, draped her legs over his waist, also unbuttoning her collar. She took his hand and reached inside her collar.
He didn't need her to go to such trouble, withdrawing his hand and directly reaching under her skirt to caress her. She was caught off guard and let out a soft "Mmm," and he asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"
"Don't rub it too much."
Qi Yanzhou smiled helplessly.
"kindness."
She rolled over and moved closer to her, and the mattress beneath her immediately creaked. She froze, no longer moving.
"Are you unwilling, or afraid of being heard?"
She didn't answer, but her actions told him the truth.
“You can go to the desk,” he suggested.
She still hesitated: "I'll talk about it later."
"Okay." He naturally wouldn't insist.
Her voice grew more urgent as she whispered in his ear, and her fingers, gripping his, gradually became uncontrollable. He pulled her close by the back of her neck and kissed her lips. She let out a soft moan, no longer needing him to initiate, and couldn't help but take it a step further.
He naturally wouldn't ask her why she went back on her word, and instead pulled her leg over, "To the desk?"
She did not deny it.
Song Chiyu bit her lip tightly, but a sound still escaped from between her teeth.
She quickly covered her mouth, but he seemed oblivious, as if being overheard wasn't a big deal. He wasn't ashamed at all.
Compared to before, he was incredibly gentle today, and he no longer tried to appease her with feigned compliance. Whenever she showed even a hint of uncontrollable unease, he would tactfully slow down and kiss her lips.
"Brother, were you...possessed by an evil spirit yesterday?"
He chuckled softly and kissed her lips again. "No."
The two people's rapid breathing mingled in front of the desk.
Song Chiyu leaned on his shoulder, panting. He secretly regulated his breathing and kissed her ear. She was embarrassed to go out to shower and wanted to make do, but he draped his clothes over her shoulders instead, saying, "I'll carry you there."
"But……"
“You underestimate your parents,” he said, picking her up with one arm and gathering her scattered pajamas. “They’ve been through everything you’ve been through. Besides, they should be asleep by now.”
Song Chiyu stopped insisting.
Entering the bathroom, Song Chiyu only wanted to finish quickly, but he supported himself from behind and kissed her lips. She subconsciously returned the kiss, but to her surprise, he kissed her deeper and deeper, showing no intention of stopping.
By the time she realized something was wrong, he had already picked her up and leaned her against the wall behind him.
She bit her lip in surprise, "Are you crazy?"
He curled his lips into a smile and kissed her lips, still wet with the water droplets. "If you tell me to stop, I will."
Song Chiyu had never been so nervous before, which caused her to clench her fists exceptionally tightly, making the sensation particularly intense.
She cried out several times, but thankfully the noise of the water drowned it out. The bath took an unusually long time, and thinking that Ms. Li might still be awake and eavesdropping, she sat on the bed too ashamed to lift her head.
The first thing she said when she lifted her head from her knees was, "Teacher Qi, could you please not come tomorrow? You're too good at...seducing people."
"Who did I seduce?" he asked, kneeling innocently by the window.
"I."
He seemed not to understand how he had seduced her, tilting his head as he sized her up.
Song Chiyu found it difficult to speak, so she turned off the bedside lamp, turned her back to him, and said, "Go to sleep."
"good evening."
**
Because she went to bed early yesterday, she slept quite well even after going through two rounds of sleep deprivation.
She wouldn't let Qi Yanzhou drive her, and Qi Yanzhou didn't say anything, just followed her car in his. He drove all the way to the vicinity of Cheng'an University before flashing his headlights to say goodbye.
In just one night, He Zhu had already repaired nearly half of it. She, one page.
Looking at the two books of success placed on the table, Song Chiyu swallowed hard, feigning composure. He Zhu, in an interrogative tone, asked, "Teacher Song, may I ask what you did yesterday?"
"I'm so sleepy."
"Luckily I wasn't in a team with you, otherwise at your pace, we would have been wiped out."
Song Chiyu dared not utter a sound.
"Luckily, Xiao Song is back. If it were still that old tyrant, I don't know who we would have to find to take her place," another colleague who was working on the repairs sighed.
There's no need to name this Buddha statue; everyone knows who it is.
Song Chiyu and the others fell into a silent understanding.
"Do you know?" He Zhu looked around and said, "She doesn't want to stay there and keeps asking Dean Chen to send someone over. But the dean won't budge, feeling that since she's the leader, she should set a good example."
"Is it really that tough over there? She's only been gone a short time. Xiaoyu went in her place for so long and didn't say anything."
"Actually, it's not tough at all, and it's quite pleasant," Song Chiyu replied. To be honest, she was happier there than here. Every day she could look up and see the vast Milky Way, and the surrounding area was all open wilderness. The working environment was also not complicated. If she didn't have to consider Ms. Li, she could stay until the project ended.
"Then what is she yelling about all day long?" Others were even more dissatisfied.
"Perhaps it's because people's feelings are different." She wasn't entirely alone there; every week, Qi Yanzhou's relatives and friends would visit her, bringing her gifts and food to check on her well-being.
Speaking of this, she thought of Qi Yanzhou, who was known as "Master Qi".
After leaving that environment, he was once again the gentle and refined Teacher Qi, showing no trace of the ruthlessness and decisiveness that instilled fear in others.
She once asked him which one was the real him, and his answer was that they were both.
I didn't understand it at the time, but now I realize that the biggest difference between the two lifestyles is that his life and career in Minnesota were both choices he made himself.
"Teacher Song, Teacher Song."
"Huh?" Song Chiyu suddenly realized that she was actually distracted by Qi Yanzhou. "What's wrong?"
"What are you thinking about? I've been calling you for ages and you haven't responded."
"What's up?"
"Have you ever thought about using your husband's connections to get some kind of official position here?"
Song Chiyu shook her head. If possible, she hoped to handle everything herself and not cause him any trouble.
"Don't feel ashamed of having connections; it's hard to get things done without connections these days."
Song Chiyu thought differently from them, but knowing that they wouldn't understand even if she said it, she didn't continue the topic.
But she never expected to run into Qi Yanzhou in the courtyard, and standing opposite him was Xie Yunjin.
Qi Yanzhou's face revealed nothing; he remained as aloof and distant as ever, yet still polite. In contrast, Xie Yunjin's expression was much more unpleasant, his contempt and mockery barely concealed even through his glasses.
The archaeology teacher standing in the middle was introducing them to each other: "Professor Qi, this is Professor Xie from the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences. The Shang Dynasty cultural site we are currently excavating is being led by Professor Xie. Professor Xie, this is the youngest professor in our Cheng'an Academy of History and Literature. He is not only handsome, but also extremely knowledgeable. If you find any artifacts whose purpose you don't know, just ask him."
Xie Yunjin let out a disdainful sneer, "I can see that. Master Qi is well-informed, so it's normal."
"What Master Qi?" The archaeologist in the middle obviously didn't understand: "Professor Xie, this is Master Qi."
Qi Yanzhou remained calm: "Yes, I met you before in Suzhou."
The archaeologists were astonished: "How did you end up meeting Professor Xie in Suzhou? What a coincidence!"
"Yes, he went to see my wife and happened to run into her."
"What..." The archaeologist was taken aback, a hint of embarrassment appearing on his face: "Is it really such a coincidence?"
"Hmm." Qi Yanzhou stared intently at Xie Yunjin.
“Yes, there was a group of local bullies causing trouble there, so they asked the person in charge to handle it. Who knew that it would be Teacher Qi who came? Everyone calls him Master Qi.” Xie Yunjin replied without any politeness.
The archaeologists, unaware of the concept of a "decision-maker" or the connection between the two, gave an awkward laugh: "That's quite impressive, huh?"
"What's so great about him? He's just a bunch of low-level thugs," Xie Yunjin added, clearly seeing Qi Yanzhou as nothing more than that, and showing disdain for his professorship. "It seems Cheng'an University is nothing special after all."
Compared to his obvious harshness, Qi Yanzhou merely gave a faint laugh, still displaying the politeness of someone well-read: "But at least a petty thug knows to follow the rules and knows not to harass women. In contrast, this guy from the Academy of Social Sciences, when he couldn't harass someone, led the way in isolating them, acting solely on his own selfish desires, completely disregarding the other person's feelings, and maliciously spreading rumors to smear them. I wonder, between this petty thug and you, who is more despicable?"
"Stop talking nonsense—"
Qi Yanzhou lowered his eyelids slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up, revealing a condescending disdain: "You dare to do it but not to admit it? Teacher Zhao, I should have helped you, but I really can't agree with your friend's character. Please find someone else."
He nodded politely to the archaeologists beside him, then turned and left.
Compared to his composure, Xie Yunjin was noticeably more impatient, but he maintained a basic level of decorum, refraining from shouting or making a scene, only giving a few cold laughs to the archaeologists beside him. It was as if he disdained to defend himself against Qi Yanzhou's "slander."
Song Chiyu followed the long corridor all the way to the parking lot.
Just as he was about to open the driver's side door and get in, Song Chiyu called out to him loudly, "Teacher Qi!"
He looked at her gently, and his originally cold and indifferent eyes gradually warmed up the moment he saw her. He unconsciously closed the car door and walked towards her.
"What a coincidence, Miss Song."
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