69 His Achilles' heel
◎"Happiness is doing happy things with your loved one."◎
Song Chiyu stared blankly at his fingers.
His pale, dry fingertips appeared even longer and more elegant against the backdrop of his green coat.
"Honey, even your hands are so beautiful."
He stared at her without saying a word.
They said she was drunk, yet she still knew to ask her husband to please her.
He claimed he wasn't drunk, but his eyes were fixed straight ahead, completely unfocused.
"What did you take Yinghong to do today?" He knelt down and started unbuttoning her coat.
"I just had a meal with some old classmates." She didn't want to hide it from him and told him the truth. He lowered his head thoughtfully and didn't say anything.
Song Chiyu could vaguely guess some of it.
Leaning back in her chair, she said, "I don't know what the consequences will be, but I want Yinghong to see what kind of people are outside, so that she doesn't only see the Qi family when she opens and closes her eyes, as if the world only has that one small piece of land."
They were all considering things from the Qi family's perspective, but she was the only one thinking about Yinghong.
“I know.” He just remembered the first time she met Yinghong, how polite and distant she was, how wary she was of every word Yinghong said, even though she herself was such a kind and warm-hearted person.
It's clear that breaking up with Xie Yunjin had a significant impact on her.
That influence is now gradually fading.
She remains passionate.
They have clear likes and dislikes.
“You’ve always been a very good person.” He held her waist, gesturing for her to sit up, and pulled on her sleeves, removing them one by one.
Song Chiyu was in a daze, "I thought you would blame me for meddling."
“No,” he said, getting up and continuing to unbutton his shirt. “Whatever the consequences, I’ll take care of it.”
She only needs to do what she thinks is right.
Song Chiyu smiled knowingly and wrapped her arms around his neck, saying, "I feel so safe, honey."
Qi Yanzhou smiled smugly, "Drink this, then go take a shower."
She obediently picked up the bowl.
The soup was still a little hot.
She blew on it while taking small sips.
Qi Yanzhou watched as she unbuttoned her collar halfway, then casually straightened the coat draped to the side: "Do you need my help?"
She looked bewildered, then belatedly realized what was happening and choked on her words, "No need."
"Then be careful when you take a shower, and call me immediately if you have any problems."
Although she was dizzy, she was not completely unable to take care of herself.
While taking a shower, thinking of Qi Yanzhou's understanding and care, she couldn't help but laugh out loud. Qi Yanzhou, listening to her hearty laughter from outside the door, unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, gently knocked on the door, and handed her pajamas through the crack.
Soon, she came out of the shower, but for some reason, she pounced on him.
He was sitting at the table reading a book when she suddenly appeared, startling him. He instinctively put down his book and caught her. Just as he was about to ask what she was doing, she kissed his lips and then sat on his lap.
Her slender arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and she passionately sucked on his lips.
Qi Yanzhou didn't know why she was so excited, but he subconsciously put his arm around her waist, straightened up, and returned the kiss.
The curtains beside them cast overlapping shadows of two people.
Qi Yanzhou gently placed the back of her head on the pillow and asked, expressing his confusion, "What's wrong?"
Why the sudden enthusiasm?
"Didn't you say you wanted a child?" Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she tilted her head back to kiss him again.
He let her kiss him, then tilted his head slightly to avoid it, saying, "No rush, let's talk about it when I come back for the New Year. I don't want you to be pregnant and I won't be able to be by your side."
"Then you should wear it..."
"Wait a minute," he said, letting her wrap her arms around his neck, but without intending to continue kissing her, "I'll get you something first."
She was quite dissatisfied: "Why can't you wait... give it to me later?"
He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Let me tell you something important first."
"Then this isn't important business for me?" Song Chiyu exclaimed in surprise.
Qi Yanzhou didn't explain, but took out an agate rope unraveler from the drawer and handed it to her.
It has traces of soil staining, so it is obviously a very old object. Moreover, it is different from the ones she has seen in museums. One section of it is not only inlaid with gold, but also has carved clerical script.
It belongs to the Eastern Han Dynasty.
Song Chiyu suddenly perked up, released him, and stood up: "This is..."
It's a real tomb raiding talisman.
He nodded: "It's yours."
Song Chiyu dared not accept it, saying, "I'll just take a look."
This should be an heirloom from their family; there's no reason why it would change hands in his generation.
"You don't like it?"
"I like it, but I still think it's better for you to keep it. If I run into someone else reporting me like before, I won't be able to explain myself."
Qi Yanzhou immediately understood.
She got up and walked towards the desk: "It's alright, I have something else I want to give you."
"What?"
"Zhou Yue acquired it from someone else while in Tibet."
She thought it would be some old object, but it turned out to be a piece of crystal clear amber. The pale yellow fossil contained unknown plant fragments, exuding a kind of beauty that intertwined and staggered time and space.
"Are you sure Zhou Yue accepted this?" Song Chiyu bluntly exposed.
As she got to know him better, she realized he wasn't so easily fooled anymore.
He hesitated slightly: "It's fine if I consider it as something I found."
"You're so good at picking them up? Then go pick up a few more so I can auction them online."
Qi Yanzhou sensed her teasing and shook his head without embarrassment or annoyance: "That won't do, there's only this one."
"So where did you come from?"
“I found it in the snow when I fell out of the ruins.” He didn’t want to tell her about that experience, trying to make his tone sound as calm as possible: “It’s a coincidence that after I found this piece of amber, the entire site completely disappeared from our sight, and we couldn’t find it no matter how hard we looked. My colleagues and I all thought it was a hallucination caused by hypothermia. It must exist, and we did enter it and glimpse a corner of that unknown civilization. But this piece of amber makes me feel that something in the dark is preventing us from exploring, as if saying, take this and leave, don’t come back.”
He recalled the scene with a look of awe for nature and disbelief in his eyes: "When we walked out of the snow mountain, the path that led us into the heart of the mountain also disappeared. It was as if everything was just an illusion. But when we finally walked out of the snow mountain and looked back, I felt an overwhelming sense of destiny."
“We came here on a mission, but we can only go so far,” he murmured to himself, as if lost in memories.
All his resentment and doubts were resolved at that moment.
The decision has been made to stop here and cease the search.
Although he had read many books, at that moment he trusted his instincts.
Don't come again.
This is his destiny with that snow-capped mountain.
“It stood there quietly, as if it had never changed since time immemorial, but when I looked back again, I felt that the sacred mountain had spared me.”
The fact that someone like him can believe in fate and feelings indicates that, subconsciously, he has already sensed that something life-threatening is happening or about to happen.
He was caught up in it all and hadn't realized it yet.
But his rich subconscious had already begun to allow him to withdraw in time.
Song Chiyu hadn't expected the matter to be so dangerous, and a chilling fear crept over her as she thought about it.
She couldn't help but grab his sleeve: "Teacher Qi, please don't do such dangerous things in the future."
"Mmm." He knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, put his arm around the back of her head, and pulled her into his arms.
He had experienced many similar things before, but never before had he felt such fear.
He didn't care what would happen to the Qi family without him, but he would think about what would happen to her if he were gone.
Whether she marries someone else or stays with him for life, he finds it unacceptable.
When he realized this, he didn't hesitate to back down. He didn't know what else awaited them inside, but he was no longer willing to take the risk.
He felt an unprecedented sense of unease.
"No wonder you suddenly wanted to have a child with me." Song Chiyu wasn't stupid. If Qi Yanzhou was gone, she would have no connection with the Qi family, but having a child would change everything.
In such a perilous situation, the first person this man thought of was her.
A hint of lingering fear welled up in Song Chiyu's eyes, but she didn't show it much in front of him. She controlled her trembling fingers and tightly gripped his clothes: "Qi Yanzhou, I just want you to be well."
She never imagined that someone like him could have things he couldn't control.
In the face of nature, we are all just ordinary beings.
The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, her voice betraying an uncontrollable fear: "Teacher Qi, I don't want anything to happen to you."
If anything were to happen to him, where would she find someone as good as him again?
"No, I don't," he knew he had frightened her, and his voice softened even more, "aren't I standing right in front of you now?"
"Mmm." She agreed verbally, but hugged him even tighter.
"So this piece of amber was probably meant for me to give to you."
She held the amber tightly in her palm.
"Then according to what you say, I have to go and kowtow to the sacred mountain, so that it can bring my lover back."
This saying is quite superstitious.
He couldn't help but laugh, pinching her chin and leaning down to kiss her lips, "I'll go get it, you don't need to."
She tried to pull away from his lips, wanting to say something, but he pressed his lips against hers relentlessly.
She raised her foot and pressed it against his chest: "But I don't want to do it now, I want to talk to you more."
He held her ankle: "Are you being so insincere?"
"Yes." She replied matter-of-factly.
He gently pinched her calf, then turned his head to kiss her delicate, protruding ankle.
Song Chiyu was taken aback.
He pressed his face against the back of her foot and slowly knelt down to approach her.
"You really don't want to?"
Song Chiyu: "..."
It doesn't necessarily have to be discussed now.
She silently agreed, leaning back with her arms propped up on her hips, but he didn't continue, as if he couldn't understand her hint: "Are you sleepy now?"
Song Chiyu was taken aback. "Not sleepy?"
"Should we go check out the basement?"
Song hesitated: "..."
This person.
But she was indeed interested. She had been curious when others mentioned it before, but since he hadn't brought it up, she was too embarrassed to ask. Now, she certainly didn't want to miss the opportunity: "Is it convenient?"
"Is there anything inconvenient?" He had guessed she would be interested, but he hadn't expected her to be this interested. He should have taken her to see it from the beginning.
"Is it far?" Song Chiyu wondered if she should change her clothes.
Qi Yanzhou hesitated for a moment, then said, "Put on a coat."
Song Chiyu had initially assumed the basement would be a very secluded place, but it turned out to be located in the same area as the antique street's warehouses. If he hadn't pointed it out, no one would have noticed the difference.
Entering from the storeroom on the ground floor, a hidden door is concealed beneath an old-fashioned wardrobe. Going down the steps, you'll discover a hidden world inside.
Temperature and humidity are strictly controlled according to the storage environment.
It is very similar to a cultural relics warehouse.
However, the management was not very strict. There were no corresponding numbers or categories, and items of all sizes were placed randomly, making it even more chaotic than Qi Jianguo's antique shop.
This led her to dismiss it as nothing special.
But when she really looked closely, she found that everything here was real, and those things that were considered the museum's treasures were just casually placed on the ground.
When Song Chiyu saw what was behind her, her legs began to go weak.
If you can't even give a source for these things...
Let alone the Qi family, even including Li Li and Lao Song wouldn't be enough to warrant a sentence.
I only breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the corresponding certificate.
Still shaken, she asked, "Why did you suddenly decide to bring me here?"
"Is there anything you like?"
“No!” Song Chiyu refused outright: “Teacher Qi, I am already very satisfied with your amber. You don’t need to think about giving me anything else.”
Qi Yanzhou smiled.
He just wanted to see the real him.
That's what it means to be completely open and honest.
I won't have to worry about him anymore.
"Is all your stuff here?"
"A part of it."
Song Chiyu: "?"
“These are all on display, for the family to see, and some are in the Qi family’s private museum.”
Is the museum open?
"It's not open to the public, and very few people know about it. Do you want to go? The things there are managed by the entire family, and it's not something that one person can decide to do."
Song Chiyu understood, "Family supervision?"
Qi Yanzhou responded.
"What about the things here?"
"I'm in charge."
Song Chiyu was completely convinced and instantly understood why such expensive bronze artifacts could be donated so readily. He gave a thumbs up and said, "Brother, you're really capable."
"It's alright, you can choose me too..."
"If I want to buy a villa within the Third Ring Road of Beijing, can I sell the things here to exchange for it?" Song Chiyu didn't want to continue this topic and deliberately changed the subject.
“Hmm,” he said thoughtfully, “In theory, it should be possible, but if you want to buy a villa within the Third Ring Road, there’s no need to sell anything. Just use the card I gave you to swipe it.”
"Huh?" Song Chiyu was taken aback. "There's already that much money in that card?"
"I haven't calculated it either, but it should be about the same."
Song Chiyu: "..."
She tried to tease him, but ended up getting a sharp retort instead.
No wonder he had no objection to what she did, because the family really didn't need her to support them.
With her meager income, she's already doing well just to take care of herself.
Sensing her silence, Qi Yanzhou didn't say a word, quietly waiting for her to process it.
At this point, he had no secrets from her.
Perhaps because he had given her a "precautionary warning" beforehand, Song Chiyu didn't find it too hard to accept, but she couldn't help feeling that it was unreal.
At first, she genuinely thought he was just an ordinary university teacher.
Who knew there were so many secrets hidden behind it?
But no matter what kind of person he is, she still wants to walk with him.
"Yes, I saw it." Song Chiyu understood why he had come to her so late at night. He didn't want her to think he was lying to her, and since he didn't know when he would return to Anxi next, it would seem insincere to wait until she was actually pregnant to tell her.
“Let’s go, Teacher Qi.” Song Chiyu took his hand.
It was late at night, and most of the antique shops on the street had closed, with only the lights on the roadside and in front of the shops still on.
Song Chiyu yawned: "Teacher Qi, I'm really sleepy right now."
“Come here, I’ll carry you.” He squatted down in front of her.
Song Chiyu didn't stand on ceremony and immediately climbed onto his back.
Sleepiness quickly washed over me.
She was relaxed and at ease, and spoke without any restraint: "Teacher Qi."
"kindness?"
"Actually, I was already tacitly allowing you to continue."
Then he suddenly took her to see some kind of underground parking garage.
It's just as helpless as agreeing to go to a hotel with him, only to be suddenly taken to a museum.
Qi Yanzhou remained silent.
It was as if she was regretting her lack of romantic understanding at the time.
“Although I like those things, I like you even more.” She mumbled incoherently, “I’m also happy that you brought me here, but I’m happier when I do that kind of thing with you.”
Qi Yanzhou remained silent throughout.
Song Chiyu was almost asleep when she realized something was wrong and suddenly raised her head: "Speak."
"You can sleep with me anytime, but I won't have many chances to explain yourself clearly."
"You are such a rigid person..." Sometimes you are so inflexible that it is boring.
But seeing how rigid and proper he was, I couldn't help but kiss him on the neck.
"Teacher Qi, can I get a hickey on your neck?"
His serious face, paired with his shirt always buttoned up to the top, and a faint hickey showing through, must be very alluring.
"Okay, be gentle." He turned his head to the side, revealing his long, slender neck.
Song Chiyu didn't expect him to be so compliant. "I was just joking."
"No joking is fine too." He maintained this posture throughout.
Song Chiyu felt a little embarrassed and buried her face in his neck: "I'll kiss you when we get back."
"what ever."
No sooner had he let his guard down than she unbuttoned his collar, took a sip of his neck skin, and gently sucked on it.
He turned his head to cooperate.
One kiss wasn't enough for her; she kissed him several times before stopping.
Song Chiyu couldn't help but tease, "Teacher Qi, are you thinking that since you're leaving tomorrow and no one will see, I can just kiss you however I want?"
"My flight is tomorrow at noon, so I still need to say hello to Aunt Ning and the others in the morning."
"Well..." She belatedly realized that if Aunt Ning saw this, she would only blame her for not knowing her place, not laugh at him. "If someone asks you tomorrow, don't say that he is my relative."
Qi Yanzhou was immediately amused.
"If you didn't kiss him, then who did?"
“Then you must wear a high-necked dress, and no one else is allowed to see it.” She feigned stinginess: “Only I can see it.”
His smile deepened, and he stopped in his tracks: "Chi Yu."
"Hmm?" Song Chiyu looked up and saw that the Qi family's door was already close at hand. She thought he was asking her to get down and was about to get up when he suddenly pulled her from behind to the front of him, kissing her as he walked forward.
Song Chiyu looked at the lights that hadn't completely gone out, her cheeks burning as she buried her face in his neck.
this……
Even she thought it was outrageous.
Qi Yanzhou acted as if nothing had happened, carrying her into the room and placing her on the bed before lying down on top of her.
He understood her tacit consent; he simply felt that being honest with her was more important.
All her reserve vanished at that moment, and she took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss his lips in return.
The two of them tossed and turned, crumpling the sheets into a ball.
Happiness is such a simple thing.
It's simply about doing happy things with your lover.
Song Chiyu hummed softly in his arms.
His eyes were filled with tiny, yearning lights.
He really made her...happy.
She couldn't help but wrap her arms tightly around his neck, wanting to possess him more and more each time.
Qi Yanzhou also gradually lost control.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his smooth forehead, and he lowered his head, burying his face in his neck, breathing rapidly.
She was even more tempted.
She had taken the initiative, her back hunched, her head tilted back, her long, smooth black hair revealing her fair skin, making her both sexy and innocent.
He pulled her arm and made her kneel up straight.
While holding her heartbeat, he didn't forget to tease her with his fingertips.
too……
She couldn't speak, only let out soft sobs.
Finally, he collapsed onto the pillow, unable to recover for a long time.
He kissed her waist and back, kissing her inch by inch.
...
The next day, before dawn.
Qi Yanzhou got up to wash the sheets. Aunt Ning saw this from afar, but tacitly kept quiet about it.
**
Three months passed in the blink of an eye.
As the year drew to a close, Li Li started urging Song Chiyu to have a baby again. Song Chiyu told her not to rush, and to wait until after the New Year and the wedding.
She planned to finish arranging these things before Qi Yanzhou returned, but after Qi Yanzhou learned of her thoughts, he told her not to do anything and to wait until he came back to discuss everything.
Song Chiyu couldn't help but tease, "Are you worried that I won't do a good job? Or do you have some requirements for the wedding?"
"No, not at all. I just feel that this is a matter between the two of us. Whether it's looking at wedding dresses, writing invitations, or booking the banquet, I should be by your side."
Otherwise, people will laugh at us.
Song Chiyu understood the unspoken implication and refrained from acting on her own initiative. She didn't want others to laugh at her, nor did she want him to be criticized.
Xie Yunjin's project is still ongoing and shows signs of growing stronger. It's unclear how long they'll be digging it out.
His life and Song Chiyu's life seemed to have no intersection, but he was the first to notice that Qi Yanzhou had not appeared in her life for a long time.
A family dinner was held in the courtyard.
Xie Yunjin and Song Chiyu were separated by a great distance, but he still spotted her in the crowd first. When a seat next to her became available, he picked up his wine glass and sat down next to her without making a sound.
Song Chiyu was talking to He Zhu and was completely unaware of his arrival.
Until He Zhu quietly pointed behind her.
Xie Yunjin still looks the same, with thin-rimmed glasses and a white shirt. Apart from a few more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, she is almost no different from before.
I wonder if she's fallen out of love with him and lost some of her romantic feelings for him.
She felt that Xie Yunjin at this moment lacked the youthful spirit that had once moved her. Instead of being composed, he seemed to be slowly withering away. She could not see any vigorous vitality in him. He was taciturn and his eyes were lonely.
"Why are you here?" Song Chiyu no longer felt any initial resistance towards him, only a calm demeanor as if he were an ordinary colleague.
"Where's your husband?" Xie Yunjin asked without any preamble. Even He Zhu was startled by his bluntness and quietly moved to an empty seat at another table.
"On a business trip," Song Chiyu said matter-of-factly, making it seem as if the person who asked the question was the one with the problem.
"So long?"
Song Chiyu then realized that Xie Yunjin was still secretly observing her.
Recalling the phone call he made to her from Tibet, she immediately adopted a wary stance. "Xie Yunjin, mind your own business and worry less about me."
What's wrong with me?
"You're so old and you're still not dating, do you really not want to get married in this lifetime?"
He rested one hand on the back of the chair behind her, tilting his head back thoughtfully: "Anyway, the person I most wanted to marry has already married someone else, so whether I get married or not is no longer important to me."
here we go again.
Song Chiyu pretended not to hear.
He said very seriously, "Xiaoyu, if you ever can't get along with him anymore, you must come to me. I've already learned how to be a good husband."
"Shut up." Song Chiyu thought he had changed, but he didn't expect him to say such a deadbeat thing as soon as he opened his mouth: "Don't try to ruin my happiness just because you're unhappy yourself."
Xie Yunjin chuckled.
The lines at the corners of his eyes burst open, and the seemingly lifeless young man suddenly came to life.
"I didn't mean to ruin your happiness. I was just answering your questions. Don't worry, I won't break up your marriage."
"But you'll wait for Teacher Song to get a divorce, right?" He Zhu couldn't help but ask after listening for a while.
However, Xie Yunjin adopted a different attitude, as if he were thanking someone for speaking his mind, but he didn't show it on his face: "Don't say that, Teacher Song will be unhappy."
"Has your husband's affair with that young girl been resolved?" Xie Yunjin seemed not to hear.
Although He Zhu didn't say anything, her ears were clearly perked up.
Song Chiyu had to solemnly correct him: "There's nothing between him and the girl. Don't spread any more strange rumors here."
Xie Yunjin felt seen through and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips.
"After all these years, you still understand me best."
"What's the point of saying all this now?" another voice suddenly interrupted.
The two of them turned around at the same time.
Xie Yunjin's former classmate and colleague walked over and sat down in the empty seat next to Xie Yunjin. Perhaps because he had been drinking, he spoke without restraint: "Xiao Song, let me tell you, the only thing he's good for is his mouth. After breaking up with you, he hasn't taken off that couple's ring you wore..."
Xie Yunjin's smile faded. "Are you drunk?"
His colleague seemed not to hear: "He took it off the day before he came to Minnesota, and the ring marks are still there."
Song Chiyu pretended not to hear.
Xie Yunjin pulled her colleague over and intentionally or unintentionally covered his mouth, saying, "Alright, you're drunk."
My colleague shoved me away: "He even bet with me that you only got married to spite him, but it turns out that he was the only one who was deceiving himself from beginning to end."
Song Chiyu and He Zhu both fell silent.
Xie Yunjin didn't say anything until everyone around him was drawn to other topics, then he said in a tone that only Song Chiyu could hear, "Don't listen to him."
"Hmm, I didn't hear it," Song Chiyu replied, looking straight ahead.
"However, if you ever have a falling out with your husband, it doesn't matter if you're pregnant."
Song Chiyu turned around abruptly: "Xie Yunjin, are you crazy?"
Xie Yunjin, however, was used to these thoughts and turned her head slightly: "I used to think that I was a person with high standards, until I was sure that you would never love me again. I realized that I only had one requirement left: as long as you are willing to come back and love me, I would give everything I have now in exchange."
Song Chiyu's lips parted slightly, about to retort, when he answered his own question: "I know, even if I wanted to exchange everything for it, you wouldn't give me that opportunity."
Good to know.
Song Chiyu took a deep breath and then shut her mouth.
He's not stupid; he said those things entirely out of ill intent.
She lowered her legs, which were crossed over her knees: "When are you and him getting married?"
"I won't invite you."
“Please invite me,” Xie Yunjin turned to look at her, “that way, it will be as if we’ve experienced the same wedding.”
It's just that the groom wasn't him.
But his expression was unusually calm at that moment: "Perhaps I have truly let go."
"Whether you let it go or not is your business; I have no obligation to do so," Song Chiyu replied without hesitation.
“Then have your husband invite me.” Xie Yunjin still remembered his rebuttals: “Isn’t he so confident? Surely he doesn’t even have this much courage?”
"Go and talk to him." Song Chiyu still gave him no hope.
"Okay." Xie Yunjin readily agreed, took out her phone, and prepared to make a WeChat call to Qi Yanzhou.
When Song Chiyu saw that the two of them still had WeChat, she found it absurd.
Before she could make any judgment, Xie Yunjin had already made the call, and Qi Yanzhou answered it quickly. However, neither of them spoke, tacitly waiting for the other to speak.
Xie Yunjin was the first to break the silence.
Do you know who I'm with right now?
Qi Yanzhou had no interest whatsoever.
I didn't ask any questions, but I didn't hang up either.
Xie Yunjin continued, "Xiaoyu and I were just talking about your wedding. You don't mind if I go, right?"
Song Chiyu was surprised by his ability to confuse right and wrong. If she hadn't been involved, she would have thought that the other party desperately wanted him to participate, and that he had only reluctantly sought Qi Yanzhou's opinion.
Qi Yanzhou remained silent.
Xie Yunjin added, "Your wife and I were each other's first love. You wouldn't hold such a grudge over something so trivial, would you?"
Song Chiyu hadn't expected him to speak so tactfully, but it wasn't convenient to scold him at the moment, so she stared at him in disbelief.
Finally, Qi Yanzhou's casual and indifferent voice came from the other end of the phone: "I don't really care. I'm just worried that you'll break down and lose your composure at my wedding with Chi Yu. After all, I'm the groom, not you."
Song Chiyu never expected Qi Yanzhou to speak in this tone in front of him.
This is nothing like the well-read, carefree Teacher Qi.
Xie Yunjin had originally intended to provoke Qi Yanzhou, but was instead outmaneuvered. She maintained her composure and said, "How could that be? I just want to fulfill the promise I made back then."
If Song Chiyu had known he would pull this stunt, she would never have paid him any attention. But what's done is done, and she could only grit her teeth and wait for the call to end.
“But whether you can keep your promise, nobody cares.” Qi Yanzhou was no pushover either, always saying the most hurtful things in the calmest tone. Xie Yunjin hadn’t thought of how to refute him when he continued, “But I have something I want to share with you. Do you want to hear it?”
"What?" Xie Yunjin thought he was going to talk about Song Chiyu's pregnancy or something. Although it would make him feel uncomfortable, it would be vulgar for a man to talk about such a thing in front of Song Chiyu.
“Many years ago, I fell in love with a girl at first sight, but the timing of our meeting was bad; she was getting married. That day was her engagement party. At that time, all I could think about was, ‘Ah, she’s getting married.’” His voice was full of regret and reluctance as he recounted the story. “But later, her engagement party was canceled. And later still, she became my wife.”
As he spoke the last two sentences, his voice became increasingly cheerful and upbeat.
"To be honest, it wouldn't have been unreasonable for you to be the officiant at our wedding. After all, without you back then, there wouldn't be a me and her here today."
Song Chiyu: "..."
Let alone Xie Yunjin, even just imagining herself in that situation made her furious. How could anyone covet someone else's fiancée and be so self-righteous about it?
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