67. Aged vinegar becomes a spirit
"Teacher Qi, how could you be so mean?"
Song Chiyu did not answer.
Her experience was simpler than Qi Yanzhou's, but more mature than Yinghong's.
Yinghong sensed that she was the kind of person who had very high standards for defining friendship.
Realizing he had said something wrong, he quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean you're my friend. It's just that being around people my age makes me feel young too."
But Song Chiyu didn't mind and smiled gently: "You're already very young."
Yinghong didn't think so. She spent most of her time with Aunt Ning and her lifestyle was similar to that of an elderly person, lacking any vitality.
Even Qi Zhannan felt that he and she had nothing in common and rarely communicated with each other.
Yinghong shyly pursed her lips.
"When I was locked in the room before, you often came to talk to me secretly. Did you not make things difficult for me, brother?"
Yinghong shook her head: "He didn't really want to treat you like that, but he really had no choice. He even worried about it several times in front of Aunt Ning."
Qi Yanzhou solved the problem that had driven Qi Jianguo to make a series of foolish decisions in just half an hour.
No wonder he was so eager.
“Don’t blame your older brother,” Sakura added, “He’s too embarrassed to face you.”
"My brother has been very good to me." Qi Jianguo had basically funded her business ventures before. While it wasn't exactly repaying a debt of gratitude, she couldn't possibly take advantage of his misfortune. "It's just that we had some disagreements about this matter. It's all in the past now."
Sakura nodded in agreement.
Embarrassed, she tugged at Song Chiyu's sleeve and said, "I have something I'd like to ask for your opinion on."
"you say."
"Aunt Ning said that I'm not young anymore and wants to arrange for me to marry Qi Zhannan. That way, I can stay in the Qi family and Zhannan can settle down."
Song Chiyu didn't offer any opinion. "Do you want to?"
“I don’t know,” Yinghong replied honestly. “For me, it doesn’t matter who I marry. I know Zhan Nan won’t like me, but if I marry someone else, they might not like me either. It’s better to find someone I know well who won’t change my life.”
She had already thought it through very clearly; she just needed someone to confide in.
"Aunt Ning is right. If I don't marry Zhan Nan, my position in this family will be even more awkward when Zhan Nan truly meets someone he likes."
Song Chiyu gently patted the back of Yinghong's hand.
These all sounded like the best things, but Yinghong suddenly choked up: "I just feel like I'm so ungrateful. These are all such good and correct things, but I always feel like something is missing in my heart. I feel suffocated and uncomfortable."
Because these are just the right things, but not the things she truly likes.
Song Chiyu suddenly understood why Li Li was so angry about her fake marriage. The real reason she wanted her to get married was because she wanted her to be happy. A marriage devoid of affection, based solely on weighing pros and cons, would inevitably make someone who still yearns for and dreams of marriage feel uneasy.
Have you ever been in a relationship before?
Sakura shook her head.
Do you have someone you like?
Sakura thought for a moment, "I had feelings for him back when we were in school, but it was just a bit of affection. It ended before anything even started."
Song Chiyu nodded.
They didn't say anything more.
Because she knew that although the matter sounded good, Aunt Ning underestimated Qi Zhannan. Even when he was on a blind date, he would run away. If she knew that she was going to force him to get married, he would only run away even faster. When the news spread back to the Qi family ancestral home, Yinghong would be in an even more difficult position.
These are words she cannot say.
She's just a sister-in-law; this is ultimately a family matter for the Qi family.
Yinghong hadn't expected her to actually offer any advice, and seeing her lack of interest, she didn't continue.
A little later, Qi Yanzhou returned.
His hair has been cut.
It's even shorter than before, giving it a particularly sharp and capable look, with a rugged and handsome appearance.
Song Chiyu calmly pulled him into the room and quietly locked the door.
Qi Yanzhou recalled the look on her face yesterday, as if she wanted to devour him. He calmly closed his eyes, waiting for her to unbutton his shirt and kiss him.
However, she had no such intention at all.
After confirming that no one was outside, she quietly mentioned to him that Aunt Ning wanted to matchmake Yinghong and Qi Zhannan.
Qi Yanzhou frowned slightly, clearly disapproving of the decision, but he didn't seem inclined to meddle.
Song Chiyu continued, "I definitely won't say these things to Yinghong, but as her brother and second uncle, you need to know what's going on. That Aunt Ning isn't doing this for Yinghong's own good; she just wants to use this to tie Yinghong to the Qi family and take care of her for life. Why should Yinghong stay in your Qi family? There are so many good men out there; I don't believe they can't find someone who likes her and treats her well. As long as she gets married, and your Qi family is willing to support her, her husband definitely won't dare to treat her badly. Wouldn't that be better than staying in your family?"
"Don't get so agitated," Qi Yanzhou said, pulling her hand and leading her to sit down on a chair by the window. "I understand what you're saying, but essentially she's Aunt Ning's person. Even if I agree to back her up, Aunt Ning might not agree."
“But if Qi Zhannan runs away again, Yinghong’s situation will be much more difficult than it is now. When I was in Mingzhou, I didn’t know many people, so it didn’t matter if he ran away. But in Anxi, everyone knows the Qi family. Once Yinghong becomes a laughing stock in the Qi family, she will have even fewer options. Isn’t this ruining the young lady’s life?”
She got more and more agitated as she spoke, and blurted out, "Do you mean I have to make you pay again...?"
Qi Yanzhou knew what she was going to say and quickly covered her mouth.
"I'll take care of it, don't get agitated."
She was really immersed in the role.
Song Chiyu gently pushed his hand away: "I'm not saying you have to make a big deal out of it, but you've made the stakes clear to Aunt Ning. If she still insists on going her own way, you have to make things clear to Qi Zhannan. You absolutely can't handle things so irresponsibly anymore."
"Yes, I understand."
Song Chiyu gradually calmed down, and her tone towards him softened considerably. "Then go ahead and get busy. I've finished speaking."
Qi Yanzhou raised an eyebrow slightly. "You were in such a hurry to pull me in just to say this?"
"Oh, and one more."
He closed his eyes and unconsciously raised his arm, waiting for her to kiss him. She asked, full of confusion, "How did Xiaohua recognize me back then?"
"What?" Qi Yanzhou was somewhat surprised.
Song Chiyu repeated it again.
Qi Yanzhou was somewhat disappointed and replied absentmindedly, "It's probably the smell."
"But I didn't smell like you at that time." She was completely puzzled.
"I should have smelled your scent on me when I came back."
"You..." she said, even more confused, "When did you get infected?"
She doesn't remember.
He still vividly remembered what happened that night, and leaned over to rest his hands on the armrests on either side of her: "Do you really want me to help you remember?"
His tone wasn't very friendly.
Song Chiyu hesitated: "I don't really want to."
A slight smile played on his lips. The dim light from the window filtered through the cracks, casting distinct shadows on him. "Who were you thinking of when you called me 'brother' that night?"
Song Chiyu: "..."
She mechanically turned to the side: "Who else could I be thinking about? Of course, it's you. With a brother as handsome as you, who else could I be thinking about?"
He chuckled softly, showing no intention of taking it to heart, and straightened up to walk outside.
Song Chiyu, still shaken, patted her chest. Thank goodness she remembered. Otherwise, given his jealous nature, who knows what he might have done.
She used to really think he was an immortal being who didn't care about anything.
But after truly getting to know him, he wasn't really without desires, at least not in the matter of Xie Yunjin.
She's gotten smarter; from now on, whenever anyone asks her about an ex, she says she doesn't have one.
Qi Yanzhou was her first love.
After Qi Yanzhou left, Song Chiyu remembered that she wanted to discuss returning to Mingzhou with him.
Never mind, let's talk about it tonight.
After dinner, Qi Yanzhou first went to see Qi Jianguo about Yinghong. Qi Jianguo's reaction was even stronger than Song Chiyu's, and he immediately rejected the suggestion.
Before Qi Yanzhou could make a move, he had already gone to find Aunt Ning.
Qi Yanzhou originally didn't want to get involved, but he went along with it and pushed the matter out.
Song Chiyu felt more and more that he was a cunning person.
He concluded, "Your Qi family members are all incredibly cunning."
Qi Yanzhou did not deny it and walked towards the bathroom with his pajamas.
Just then, Yinghong came looking for her, so she quickly put on her coat and stood in the yard chatting with Yinghong.
Song Chiyu hadn't expected Qi Yanzhou to be unwilling to handle the matter, and now that Qi Jianguo had taken over, things were developing in an uncontrollable direction.
"What the hell is going on?" Qi Zhannan appeared out of nowhere: "What did you guys just say I disagreed with?"
Song Chiyu vented her anger on him and ignored him.
For the first time, Yinghong felt that someone was thinking from her perspective. With tears in her eyes, she smiled and said, "Thank you for being willing to consider my feelings."
"What exactly are you talking about?" Qi Zhannan interrupted impatiently.
"I'll find you a wife, do you want her?" Song Chiyu said irritably.
"Who?" Qi Zhannan took a half step back warily.
"What who?" Song Chiyu was in a fit of anger and didn't think about what he was saying at all.
"Who should I find for myself?"
"Stunningly beautiful!"
"Someone like you?" Qi Zhannan's steps backward suddenly stopped.
Song Chiyu suddenly wasn't so angry anymore. Although the men in the Qi family weren't exactly known for their "character," they had good taste.
"right."
"Then I have to run." Qi Zhannan, who was originally just retreating, immediately thought to run when he heard this.
Song Chiyu grabbed the back of his sweater by the collar. "Are you looking for death?"
Sakura was laughing uncontrollably beside her.
Qi Zhannan felt very wronged: "If I found someone like you, wouldn't you control me completely? No way! I want freedom!"
Song Chiyu rarely swore, "Then would you be willing to find someone like Yinghong?"
"Huh?" Qi Zhannan looked at it seriously. "She doesn't care about me, but if I go to her... the Qi family will laugh at me."
Song Chiyu slapped him on the head. "You're worried now? Don't worry, whoever marries you is doomed. Yinghong is lucky."
Sakura had never heard anyone praise her like that before; she covered her mouth, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
Song Chiyu loosened his collar: "Yinghong, don't worry, I still have some connections in Anxi. Tomorrow I'll show you what kind of men are outside."
Qi Zhannan straightened his clothes, left after saying "That's ridiculous."
Song Chiyu clapped her hands, "Even if we can't change anything in the end, we still need to eat something good and understand what relationships are all about."
"Thank you, sister-in-law."
Song Chiyu waved her hand: "No need to thank me, I wasn't of any help."
She said goodbye to Yinghong and returned to her room. Qi Yanzhou had just come out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel: "Where did you go?"
"Go outside for some fresh air."
"Going for a breath of fresh air and then introducing people to potential partners?"
Song Chiyu: "..."
Even though he heard everything, he still tried to probe her for information.
Song Chiyu pounced on him in annoyance, pinching his waist muscles, but couldn't get them back for a while. She then pushed him down to the foot of the bed, nestled against his chest, and bit his shoulder. "How could you be so mean?"
He rolled over and pinned her down, gripping her wrists tightly as he asked, "What's wrong with me?"
"You heard everything, why are you asking me?"
"Who told you not to tell me the truth?" He held her wrist and kissed her palm.
"To be honest, you don't care either, do you?"
“It’s not that I don’t care, it’s just that it’s really inconvenient for me to get involved,” Qi Yanzhou said seriously. “After all, I’m not her real brother, and Aunt Ning used to want her to marry me. Given Aunt Ning’s personality, she might very well blame me for Yinghong not being married and ask me to help her instead, so it’s best if I don’t get involved.”
"Then why didn't you say anything just now?" Song Chiyu's tone softened.
"Weren't you thinking about something else just now?"
"What is it?" She immediately became interested.
He didn't speak, but buried his face in her chest and gently rubbed his nose against the undulating edges.
His breath, seeping through the shirt in front of him, touched her skin, causing a momentary shiver.
"Mmm." He wrapped his arms around the back of her neck, closed his eyes, and kissed her.
She refused and tried every excuse to refuse.
However, he said nothing, gently sucking on her lips, lifting the edge of her shirt, and caressing the contours of her ribs.
Her tone of refusal gradually changed.
Holding onto her last shred of reason, she tried to push his hand away.
He used his lips to trace the lines through his clothes.
Instantly, she tightened her grip on his toes, gradually loosening the pressure in her hands. Unconsciously, she cupped his face in her hands, parted her lips, and responded by sucking on his tongue.
He unbuttoned the buttons behind him with one hand.
The other hand reaches across the waistline and extends downwards.
The sound of a zipper slipping off came from inside the room.
Her long, slender legs were encased in dark blue jeans, and her pert buttocks twitched uncomfortably. He gently nibbled on her earlobe: "Didn't you want to sleep with me?"
Song Chiyu paused in her refusal.
When I met his gentle and deep eyes, my heart skipped a beat.
He was asking her why she hadn't come to sleep with him yet.
All her shyness transformed into a flutter of love. Gradually, she loosened her grip on his wrist.
He stared at her intently.
Her fingers gently circled, "Chi Yu, look at me."
She gripped his collar tightly.
Staring at that face, my emotions intensified, and my breathing became increasingly frantic.
She deliberately brought her knees together and rubbed them against his fingertips.
He understood immediately. "Is it okay?"
She nodded.
This person never rushes things out of impatience; only when she is certain that her emotions are running high will she proceed step by step.
This moment is no exception.
Only when she felt that the previous scenes were enough did she push the emotions even higher.
Until her legs suddenly pulled back, her long, pale fingers slowly stopped, falling away from her skin.
"That's enough," she gently instructed, tapping his wrist.
"Huh?" He raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
“No need to use it anymore…” She stared embarrassedly at the protruding knuckles under the lace bow: “I feel…”
She found it difficult to talk about.
He insisted on listening, leaning close to her ear: "What?"
"Can't you feel it?" she said in a coquettish tone, exasperated.
What do I need to feel?
She had to tilt her head back and whisper in his ear, "Everywhere..."
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she couldn't bring herself to say it.
He chuckled softly. "But I want to make you a little happier."
“I…don’t need to be that happy.” She knew perfectly well what he meant by “happy.” “Once or twice is enough.”
“How can that be?” His fingers tilted downwards, his lips gently brushing against hers. “After all, Teacher Song still has some connections in Anxi. What if she thinks I’m not doing a good job?”
His lips deepened, and he gently raised his head: "Lean against the headboard."
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