56. Recalling the First Meeting
◎"What would a woman like you be like when she falls in love?"◎
His lips brushed lightly across her through the smooth knitted fabric. Her delicate knuckles turned slightly white, and her initial resistance gradually softened with the touch before her, causing her to involuntarily let out a muffled groan.
A touch of color adorned her knitwear, standing out starkly against her disheveled undergarments.
Embarrassed, she crossed one arm over her chest.
"So scared?" He looked up and kissed her neck.
“Yes.” She didn’t deny that, in a sense, she was also a traditional and conservative person. Such intimacy was acceptable in the room, but in public… she would still feel ashamed.
Especially the thought that someone could come out of the room at any moment.
She was both excited and terrified.
"I understand." He didn't make things too difficult for her, letting her lean against his chest as he carried her towards the bedroom at the end of the corridor.
She nestled shyly against his neck, her legs dangling from beneath her jeans to his waist, swaying gently with his movements.
Back in the room.
Song Chiyu took her leave from his arms and walked towards the bathroom without looking back. He glanced at her embarrassed back, silently raised the corners of his lips, and walked towards the small courtyard outside.
When she came out of the shower, she saw his back as he stood in the yard with his head up, a hint of loneliness in his eyes.
She walked over to him and asked, "What are you looking at?"
He turned around and saw that she was wrapped in a pale yellow bath towel. The soft, thick fabric made her look all soft and gentle.
He glanced lightly over her straight, fair shoulders: "Aren't you cold?"
Song Chiyu was finding it hard to keep her composure. This man was really something... When she was timid and nervous, he pressed her against the wooden pillar and kissed her. Just when she was ready to let him do whatever he wanted, he started asking if she was cold. She pursed her lips and said, "Qi Yanzhou, are you kidding me?"
He tilted his head, puzzled.
Song Chiyu ignored him and said, "I'm going to sleep."
However, the moment she turned around, he grabbed her wrist, pulled her close, and kissed her lips.
Song Chiyu pushed him away impatiently, "You're not that you don't understand..."
Before she could finish speaking, he lowered his eyelids again and kissed her lips.
He swallowed her words.
She was initially a little dissatisfied, but then she became immersed in his kisses and couldn't help but wrap her arms around his neck.
His long, slender fingers landed on her thigh beneath the towel, stroking upwards along the soft fabric. He then realized the emptiness beneath her skin and abruptly opened his eyes.
Looking into the depth in his eyes, Song Chiyu leaned closer to his chest, feigning ignorance, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I'm going to take a shower," he said, helping her to stand up straight.
Song Chiyu: "..."
Why did he have to wash her now, at this particular moment when he was kissing her so passionately that she gave him a deep look, said nothing more, and walked inside?
Song Chiyu returned to bed, picked up his tablet to look at something casually, and saw a WeChat message on the tablet: "Brother Qi, could you help me take a look at this?"
She opened it without realizing it.
Inside was a picture of a bronze artifact, still bearing traces of oxidized rust. Her heart skipped a beat. Just as she was examining it, Qi Yanzhou emerged from the bathroom.
Seeing her looking as if she were facing a formidable enemy, Qi Yanzhou leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?"
She handed him the tablet in her hand.
He took it, glanced at it, and replied, "No."
The other party immediately replied, "Sorry to bother you."
Song Chiyu pursed her lips and gave him a meaningful look.
He knelt down and moved closer to her: "Hmm?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Is it really just that I need your help?"
He didn't answer, but his expression suggested it was more than just helping out. I couldn't help but ask curiously, "Don't you ever feel anything at all?"
He shook his head, then lowered his head and kissed her lips. "I'm not a person with strong desires."
This phrase sounds familiar.
She propped one leg up, letting his knee rest between hers: "Who else told me the same thing before? That he had no desire for that kind of thing..."
"I didn't have that before I met you."
Even watching anything feels boring.
"You're lying." Song Chiyu didn't believe it. "How could I have such great charm?"
“Yes.” He lowered his eyelids slightly and stroked her legs under her bathrobe: “The first time I met you, you were walking in front of me wearing a pair of black stilettos. I still remember the sound of your heels hitting the bluestone slabs.”
Song Chiyu was taken aback.
Obviously, he doesn't remember.
His long, slender fingers traced their way up her skin, and when they landed somewhere, she immediately tightened her legs and let out a soft moan.
He slowed his fingertips, signaling her to relax.
She slowly loosened her knees, leaned against the cushion behind her, and bit her lip as she looked at him.
"So that's why you kept looking at me back then?" Song Chiyu gradually felt her emotions rising, and tried her best to remain rational.
“Not entirely.” His gaze was deep, casting a shadow over her beautiful face. “I was just curious at the time, what would someone like you be like when you’re in love?”
"Hmm?" She could barely hear what he was saying anymore. Just one glance at his fingers was enough to evoke a strong feeling in her, and she couldn't help but whisper softly.
The language used is often vulgar.
His eyes remained deep and unfathomable: "Is it the allure I see, or the dignified restraint you exude?"
Her voice was completely out of control.
She suddenly pulled her knees tighter and gripped his wrists. "Brother, that's enough."
"Don't call me brother."
He doesn't like it.
Song Chiyu wasn't stupid; she naturally knew why he disliked it—it was because she had used that title to address others. She couldn't help but mutter, "How stingy."
His lips curled slightly, but there was no hint of a smile in his deep eyes.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips: "Mmm."
Song Chiyu had only said it casually, not expecting him to admit it. She heard him kiss her collarbone and reply, "Didn't you already say that I'm the kind of person who would even be jealous of my nephew?"
Song Chiyu suddenly understood why he had kissed her in the corridor.
They were immediately speechless.
At this moment, she was very sensitive, and she took the initiative to greet him as soon as he approached.
Bath towels and clothes were scattered all over the floor.
The two kissed, embraced, and lost control under the dim light.
Song Chiyu took the initiative to sit on his lap, supporting his waist and abdomen. Before long, her lower abdomen twitched slightly, and she made soft sounds that sounded like crying.
That's too much...
Even my scalp felt numb.
At first, he would wait for her to calm down, but later he couldn't control himself anymore. Even if he could sense her emotional fluctuations, they would only stop very briefly before he would continue.
“Turn your back,” he said, stepping back onto the floor.
She knelt with her back to him, swept her hair over one shoulder, and grabbed his wrist, which was clasped around his waist.
He bent down: "Call me."
"husband."
"Call me by my name."
"Yanzhou." Song Chiyu didn't have his patience. Her slender, pale fingers gently brushed across his waist and abdomen, gesturing to him with her eyes.
He immediately closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He held her waist tightly.
The two people's voices lingered in the room for a long time.
After it was over, he didn't leave immediately, but just gazed at her, lost in the moment. Song Chiyu stroked his face, "What's wrong?"
He kissed her lips again.
Do you love me?
"Love," she said, her eyes still brimming with lingering tenderness, as she drew her legs together, "how do I seem to not love you?"
"Do you only love me in bed, or do you love me all the time?"
Song Chiyu frowned slightly, raised one leg, and tried to leave, saying, "How childish."
He wouldn't have it, pressing down on one of her legs: "Hmm?"
“I love you,” she replied earnestly, wrapping her arms around his neck, “I love you at all times, not just when you make me feel…”
He didn't speak.
They simply picked it, and then, with what remained, succumbed to it once more.
Song Chiyu clearly saw what he was doing and panicked. "Qi Yanzhou, Huihuai..."
"No, I'll wear it later." He kissed her lips again, swallowing all her worries, and the room was filled with the sound of kissing once more.
Song Chiyu once again clearly felt the absurdity of his actions.
He rubbed his legs, which felt so weak he couldn't stand up for a long time.
Qi Yanzhou picked her up from the bed.
She immediately warned, "It's... just a shower."
"Otherwise what?" he retorted.
Song Chiyu hugged his neck without answering.
As she was washing, he pinned her against the wall again, grabbed her legs, and did it again.
Song Chiyu, not knowing what she had done to offend him, asked with a wronged expression, "What did I do to upset you again?"
“You didn’t provoke me,” he buried his face in her neck and replied softly, “It’s what I wanted.”
She immediately pursed her lips and remained silent.
She obediently hugged his neck tightly.
...
The next day, when Qi Zhannan saw her, he became polite again, no longer addressing her as "Song Chiyu" as before. She didn't take it to heart and casually responded. Much later, she realized that his attitude towards her depended entirely on how Qi Yanzhou treated her.
**
Six months later, she had learned a great deal from Bai Ruisheng and opened a shop in Beijing from Mingzhou.
As soon as she arrived in Beijing, all sorts of people flocked to her, bringing her all sorts of odds and ends to fix, just to strike up a conversation with the Qi family.
Song Chiyu originally planned to open the store several days a week, but later stopped opening it altogether.
Aside from genuinely seeking her out casual passersby, she refuses to serve anyone with ulterior motives.
Qi Jianguo's businessman nature was once again on full display. He told her to just take the orders and then leave the parts to others to repair. Since those people were eager to curry favor, she could make a fortune.
Song Chiyu didn't have such grand ambitions and silently rejected the proposal.
The others didn't quite understand, but then they realized that Qi Yanzhou was also that kind of person, not someone who would take any kind of money, and someone with a strong moral compass in this industry. They immediately felt relieved and stopped pressuring her.
Song Chiyu understood Qi Yanzhou even better.
To be able to stay true to himself in such an environment, he truly deserves to be the man she chose.
Seeing her sitting in a daze on the recliner, Qi Yanzhou assumed she was tired, so he walked over to her, squatted down, and asked, "How about we move to Beijing?"
Song Chiyu shook her head.
Holding his hand, she said, "I actually still don't want to enter this industry... I always feel that those people have ill intentions, and I don't know when they will cause you trouble again."
"Don't think about me, just do what makes you happy."
"This matter was originally quite innocent to me, but..." Once the Qi family got involved, it wasn't so innocent anymore.
Qi Yanzhou sensed her hesitation and said, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
Song Chiyu quickly covered his mouth, "That's not what I meant. Maybe it's because my work has been going well lately, so I felt that I should still keep my distance from those antique dealers, just like before."
"Yes, I understand."
“I’m going to start taking orders online so I can help people who really need it, instead of… wasting my time on all sorts of nonsense.” She seemed to understand him better now. “You have no idea how ridiculous those people are, trying to use me to get close to you. They even repaired my counterfeit goods for ridiculously high prices. When I said I didn’t want it fixed, they said they just wanted to be friends with me. What do I have that’s worth them being friends with? They’re obviously up to no good.”
"Okay." Qi Yanzhou nodded: "Just do what you think is right."
"That shop..."
"I'll have Qi Jianguo rent it out again, you don't need to worry about it."
Song Chiyu nodded, then wrapped her arms around his neck with a guilty look on her face. "I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble again."
"I've already said I'm willing to trouble you with this."
Song Chiyu smiled.
"Do you know how reluctant my mom was when I closed that shop in Mingzhou? But we were losing money every month. My mom had so many beads that she couldn't give them all away. Now my dad wears ten strings of beads on both hands every day."
Qi Yanzhou was immediately amused.
"Your dad is quite the wearer."
Song Chiyu sighed softly, "The person I owe the most to is your brother. I feel like he's the one who always loses money since I opened this shop."
"It's alright, he can afford to lose."
"How am I supposed to pay your brother back?"
"It's okay, I'll give it to him."
Song Chiyu felt much more at ease and rested her head on his shoulder.
He pressed his face against the top of her head, letting the evening breeze caress him.
When Qi Zhannan returned from outside, he saw this heartwarming scene.
He tiptoed past the two of them, but Qi Yanzhou saw him and asked without turning around, "Where did you go?"
"I'm just going for a stroll outside."
But Qi Yanzhou could tell from the smell of cigarettes on him that he had just come back from fooling around outside, and said indifferently, "What kind of friends have you made this time?"
Qi Zhannan licked his lips. "Just a few friends who love driving."
"Racing with someone?" Qi Yanzhou narrowed his eyes subtly.
"No!" Qi Zhannan immediately denied.
Qi Yanzhou saw through it but didn't say anything, waving his hand, "Go back."
"Yes!" Qi Zhannan then disappeared without a trace.
Song Chiyu recalled that not long ago, two of his other aunts were cheated out of 500,000 yuan when buying jade. Compared to the Qi family, Song Chiyu was the one who caused him the least trouble. That was why Song Chiyu did not want to cause him any more trouble.
Qi Yanzhou pinched the bridge of his nose and sat down next to her again, his handsome face filled with a weariness that made him not want to care anymore.
Song Chiyu gently rubbed his temples, realizing for the first time that he could get tired too.
He held her hand in his palm and said, "It's okay, I'm not tired."
“You’re lying,” Song Chiyu said without hesitation, exposing the lie.
He chuckled, no longer stopping her from rubbing his temples, and replied with his eyes closed, "No."
[Author's Note]
Friends, it's not that I don't want to update, I've just been binge-reading novels and watching dramas lately, each one more addictive than the last!
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