Chapter 13 The Husband's Rights in the Marital Chamber
"No way, Brother Wang, you just lost your virginity? So you really spent those years being someone's backup and didn't get anything in return?"
Shen Yan was surprised and greatly puzzled.
Upon hearing this, Cheng Wang's face suddenly darkened, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly.
Rongrong's heart skipped a beat. She turned around and slapped her fiancé, shutting up his drunken, foul mouth.
She cupped her face and laughed, "Wow, Wang-ge is amazing! So you and your sister-in-law gave each other your first time? What kind of fairy-tale love is this? I'm so excited!"
Tang Chen also clinked glasses with Cheng Wang, changing the subject: "When are you having the wedding? What do you need us to do?"
"My dad owns an island that's perfect for a honeymoon, would you like to go?"
After much persuasion, everyone finally calmed the person down, and Cheng Wang relaxed his furrowed brows with satisfaction.
After being lectured by Rongrong, Shen Yan cautiously tried to make amends: "Jin Ye is probably the only virgin here. He's probably never even held a girl's hand, hahaha."
Jin Ye didn't participate in such sensational topics, keeping his head down and eating fruit, his face already flushed red from the risqué talk.
Eighteen-year-old boys are emotionally unstable and have been spoiled since childhood, making them very rebellious and unwilling to be treated like children all the time.
Finding himself to be the only one out of place in the room made him furious, and the laughter around him made him extremely sensitive and uncomfortable.
"That's enough! I'm not a virgin, I'm not! I've been... I've been..."
"In short, I hate you all. Why do you always treat me like a child!"
With red eyes, as if trying to prove something, Jin Ye tilted his head back and gulped down a bottle of wine. After finishing, he wiped away his tears, smashed the bottle, and stormed out the door.
Shen Yan stared in disbelief: "This brat, he's gone mad."
After a bit of commotion, the relaxed atmosphere vanished. Cheng Wang lost interest, glanced at his watch, and saw that twenty minutes had passed and she still hadn't come out.
He got up, put on his coat, and went to the restroom to look for her, but he couldn't find her, and no one answered. He called her several times, but no one answered.
My heart tightened inexplicably.
*
After midnight, the night wind became even more biting.
Song Qingran sat on the street promenade, pulled her t-shirt up, zipped it up to her neck, and planned to call a car to go home.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw three drunk men walking towards her. Her hand instinctively reached into her bag, groping for a self-defense weapon, but then, as if remembering something, she put it back.
As they approached, the drunkards rubbed their hands together, their eyes gleaming with greed, and could clearly see Song Qingran's beautiful face under the streetlights.
"Little sister, how much for one night?"
"Would you mind if the three of us brothers came together?"
Song Qingran's voice was cold: "Okay, let's come together."
Clenching my fists, it's better to let out the anger inside.
Just as the drunkards rushed at her with laughter, Song Qingran slightly turned to the side, quickly came behind the three, and kicked one of them hard in the leg. The man screamed and fell to the ground howling in pain.
The other two, having sobered up a bit, saw that they had been provoked by a woman. They exchanged a glance, cursed, and rushed over to subdue her together.
Song Qingran was sent to a martial arts academy by her parents for three years of intensive training. During those three years, she practiced martial arts with her senior brothers and sisters every day. Dealing with a few hooligans was no problem for her. She easily beat them until they were bruised and swollen and lying on the ground unable to move.
When Cheng Wang found her, her right foot was pressing down on a man's knee, grinding it hard. Her beautiful face looked even more aloof under the streetlights.
Cheng Wang watched everything from a distance, and his heart pounded wildly once again.
He slowly approached her, step by step.
Song Qingran's eyes flickered, she withdrew her foot, and stood still. Deep down, she didn't want him to see this scene.
Cheng Wang walked towards her with his back to the light, kicking away the drunkards lying haphazardly on the ground like trash.
He reached for her left hand, which was hanging by her side, but she subtly dodged it.
"Let's go, it's getting late. I'll take you home." Cheng Wang rubbed his fingertips together, ignoring the fleeting sense of loss in his eyes.
Song Qingran remained silent and walked towards the car. The two got into the car one after the other, their movements both tacit and distant.
Cheng Wang turned the air conditioning to a comfortable temperature, reached out with his long arm, grabbed a blanket from the back seat, and covered her with it, but she dodged it again.
After driving for a while, he asked, "What happened?"
Song Qingran rested her head against the car window, not responding, her mind preoccupied with the divorce. It wasn't until the man's long-lost thoughts echoed in her mind that she gave him a strange look.
[We unexpectedly kissed tonight. She was quite enthusiastic just now, so why is she suddenly so cold?]
[When did I offend her?]
[Was it my poor kissing skills that upset her?]
[What if she's not satisfied during sex? It's my first time, will she dislike me?]
[Looks like I need to watch more videos to learn. I heard men's first time is usually very short, I need to practice!]
What's the meaning?
Didn't he say he lost his virginity a month ago?
Which one is the real one?
Song Qingran opened her eyes wide and secretly glanced at the man beside her, whose thin lips were pursed and whose brows were furrowed.
After a moment, she felt that his words were more reliable, since men tend to boast a lot at the dinner table.
However, we still need to test the waters.
"What type of girl does Young Master Cheng like? If Zhu Ling doesn't satisfy you, I can find someone else."
Unsurprisingly, it was another sudden stop.
Fortunately, she grabbed the seat beforehand and kept her body steady.
Cheng Wang pulled the handbrake and unbuckled his seatbelt with one hand.
In the dim light, the man's expression was inscrutable, and the way he turned his head to look at Song Qingran sent a chill down her spine.
"Song Qingran".
The first time he calmly called her name, it sounded like a ghost in her ears.
She arched her back as if in shock, grabbed the car door handle and pressed down, but the door was already locked and could not be moved.
"Did I forget to ask you how you've decided?"
The question finally came after Song Qingran had been tense all day.
"I……"
Before she could react, a sudden, unexpected force lifted her up and placed her against his chest.
The man's hot breath instantly overwhelmed her senses; the cramped space inside the car made her feel like a fish nailed to a chopping board.
There's no way to break free.
"Let go, ptooey!"
The man cut her off before she could say anything.
He simply stretched out two fingers and pinched her cheeks tightly, making them puff out. Even though her beautiful eyes were angry, there was not a trace of coercion in them.
Instead, it gives people a sense of continued control and bullying.
But seeing the scattered tears in her eyes, Cheng Wang loosened his grip a little, and his pinky finger inadvertently landed on the woman's lips. The warm touch sent a sensation through his nerves, and he wanted to pull his hand back, but was bitten hard.
The stinging pain was undeniable, and he chuckled to himself. What difference was there between her and a little wildcat?
[Looking at me so pitifully, I really want to just come!]
[How much longer do I have to wait before I can have sex? That kid Jin Ye has already done it, and I'm still waiting for this little wildcat to finally understand!]
[Your eyes are so beautiful. You must be mesmerized when I kiss you; that would make you even more stunning.]
[Her hands are so soft, encompassing everything...]
Song Qingran felt increasingly uneasy as she listened. How could someone look at her with eyes that seemed to be settling scores, while secretly coveting her body?
"Enough, enough." She pushed against his hard chest, gritted her teeth, and said irritably, "I heard everything. You slept with other women after you moved out. I can't accept a man with a dirty private life!"
Cheng Wang narrowed his eyes, his arrogant aura gradually dissipating, and his lazy, smiling demeanor reappeared.
[So he was jealous after all. That's a big step forward.]
The sentiment was somewhat frivolous, with a hint of lighthearted joy.
He coughed lightly and gave her a suggestive glance: "Mrs. Cheng, relax. I haven't been intimate or had sex with a woman in my first twenty-six years, and I never will. Zhu Ling should have told you that I only want to have sex with you."
He was only halfway through his sentence when his lewd gaze, like a scanner, slid down the curve of her chest, causing Song Qingran to clutch her chest tightly with her bag.
His gaze fell on her buttocks again, and she quickly wrapped herself in a blanket, retorting with an indignant look.
"I'm sleepy, I want to go home!"
Song Qingran was annoyed; if he used such vulgar language again, she really wanted to punch him.
"Hold on tight."
As the car started, Cheng Wang's eyes subtly lit up, shining brighter than fireflies in the night.
The journey was smooth, and Song Qingran let down her guard and became asleep as the soothing music played.
When we arrived at the apartment building, we parked the car for half an hour.
Looking at the dim lights in the neighborhood, with the woman beside him who was going to spend her life with her, Cheng Wangxin suddenly felt overwhelmed.
Grandpa is right, people always crave the simple pleasures of life.
When the last light unexpectedly went out, Cheng Wang gently carried the woman out in his arms and steadily carried her step by step toward the elevator.
The elevator doors opened with a ding, startling the woman in his arms awake.
Song Qingran opened her mouth wide and found that her legs were dangling in the air. The man had one hand on her waist and the other supporting her buttocks. She was furious and embarrassed. She used his chest as leverage to jump down.
With a bang, she slammed the door shut, shutting the man out.
Cheng Wang pursed his lips tightly and stood there for a long time with his hand outstretched.
Much later, I reluctantly took out my phone to type.
[Mrs. Cheng, when will you give me an answer?]
Song Qingran pressed her back against the door, took a deep breath to calm herself, saw his message, paused for a moment, and then replied.
[I need to think about it some more.]
[Alright, Mrs. Cheng, I'll give you three more days. Don't keep me waiting too long.]
Song Qingran walked to the window and waited for half an hour. Finally, the man drove away. She breathed a sigh of relief and immediately called Xu Qingru.
However, after making ten calls in a row, the other party did not answer and seemed to have gone off somewhere.
The next day.
At noon, Xu Qingru returned the phone call, her voice listless, her throat dry and hoarse, as if she had been poisoned.
[Did you stay up all night?]
[Oh, yes, is something wrong, honey?]
[Yes, I want to see you. It's very important.]
[Then come find me here, see you later.]
An hour later, the two arrived at the agreed-upon coffee shop.
Xu Qingru was acting strangely; she had heavy dark circles under her eyes and slumped limply on the table, as if she had been drained dry by a fox demon.
"How are you?"
Song Qingran said worriedly.
"That's great. If you have any problems, just tell me."
Xu Qingru took a sip of bitter coffee, forcing herself to wake up, and forced a typical miserable, wretched smile onto her lips.
Song Qingran gripped her coffee cup tightly, her eyes filled with confusion.
"Actually, I've already decided to become a real couple with Cheng Wang, but I still feel very sad, I don't know why."
Hearing this, Xu Qingru perked up, and the gray fog that had been clouding her eyes was squeezed out by her blinking.
"Quick, tell me about your relationship, what happened that made you change your mind."
Song Qingran told her best friend everything she could, concealing her true feelings and those unspeakable ambiguous relationships.
Half an hour has passed.
After finishing a bitter iced Americano and hearing some juicy gossip, Xu Qingru regained her radiant spirits.
She glared at Song Qingran and said speechlessly, "I think you're just greedy. You want this and you want that."
Song Qingran took a sip of her overly sweet latte and didn't argue. In fact, she knew that she was right.
Xu Qingru continued her barrage: "You're not only greedy, you're also cowardly. Are you afraid he'll cheat on you, or are you even more afraid that you'll fall in love with him and become like your mother, a complete love-crazed lunatic?"
These words were a bit too much, and Song Qingran's face turned deathly pale.
A pang of heartache flickered in Xu Qingru's eyes. She looked away from her, gritting her teeth as she continued, "Cheng Wang comes from such a prestigious family, and he's been very generous to you. What are you still considering? At least he promised he wouldn't cheat on you, at least he's genuinely interested in you, at least he's still clean for now. What you need to do now is, before he gets you, coax him into signing an agreement that his inheritance will only go to your children. If he changes later, just wait a few more years, until he 'accidentally' dies, and the Cheng family will be yours..."
"Xiao Ran, you must remember, you are not your mother, and not every man is your father. You can love Cheng Wang, but if you don't love him anymore one day, just leave him in time. If he betrays you first, then let him go to hell, wouldn't that be better?"
Song Qingran tilted her head back to force back her tears and closed her eyes.
Xu Qingru couldn't help but cry. She stood up from her seat, hugged the nearly broken girl tightly, and said through sniffles, "Xiao Ran, I know you've made your decision, but you're not firm enough. Don't be afraid, just bravely move forward. No matter what, I'll always be with you. Actually, if you think more about the good things, you might be much happier."
"Cheng Wang is tall and strong, and his stamina is amazing. He'll definitely take good care of you. A man's best years are only a few years. Just treat him like a gigolo and squeeze him dry. You'll feel amazing, okay?"
Song Qingran was still upset when Cheng Wang's words immediately flashed through her mind, along with the image of his taut abs and the shape she felt when she sat on his lap... Her face suddenly felt hot.
Yeah, what is she being so dramatic about!
After venting her emotions, Song Qingran felt much lighter and less averse to having an intimate relationship with a man.
Xu Qingru was right; she would deal with liars no matter what.
She opened her phone and found Cheng Wang's profile picture.
Are you free tonight? Let's chat.
The other end replied a minute later.
[good. ]
Next, she had a lawyer draft a prenuptial agreement.
*
Song Qingran never expected that Cheng Wangding's meeting place would be her and his marital home. She had only set foot there once before, when there was nothing inside and he had left. She had kept it sealed away for half a year.
He came back later, and she had someone clean it up, but never paid attention to it again.
The door was ajar. She went inside, put the doorknob on, walked through two long corridors, and found Cheng Wang in the hall.
"You're here? Have a seat, there's food on the table." The kitchen is open-plan and connected to the dining room. Cheng Wang, dressed in a black casual T-shirt and shorts, was fiddling with food in front of the stove. Judging from the sounds, he was frying steak.
"I didn't expect you could cook." Song Qingran put down her bag and looked at him. He looked very domestic today. The warm kitchen light softened his features, and she didn't feel any pressure from him, which was rare.
“There’s still a lot you don’t know. We have a long future ahead of us.” Cheng Wang raised his head, a faint smile appearing in his eyes. “Go see our new home. If there’s anything that needs changing, let me know, and I’ll make some adjustments.”
The steak was already cooked. As he was plating it, he glanced up and saw that there was no one else in the restaurant. Unconsciously, a doting smile appeared on his lips.
The 1,000-square-meter house felt particularly spacious for the two of them. She walked around for a long time and couldn't find a single flaw in it. The house was beautifully decorated, simple yet elegant.
Beyond the dining room is the living room, which is quite large. In the center is a long marble table, and near the floor-to-ceiling windows are two semi-open studies, standing opposite each other at a distance. If she looked up slightly, her eyes and his could meet precisely.
In addition, there is a tea room, a lounge, a guest room, and a gym, which is diagonally opposite Song Qingran's study. It has everything one could need, even including a children's room.
Song Qingran stood in the bedroom corridor, her brow twitching violently.
The bedroom was the place she was most dissatisfied with, because the two bedrooms facing each other were clearly hers and his, but each bedroom had a glass window next to the bed, so they could see each other whenever they opened the window.
At the end of the corridor is the children's room, with a transparent door facing the bed, so both of them can see each other.
"Isn't this design unique?"
A man's cheerful voice sounded behind her. Song Qingran turned around and forced a smile. He seemed not to see her, took a few steps to her side, and naturally took her hand, enveloping it in his palm.
"It's time to eat," he said.
Song Qingran hummed in agreement, gently pulling her hand away. Unaccustomed to this position, she felt his hand wrap around her again, so she reluctantly changed her position, intertwining her fingers with his.
His hand stiffened for a moment, then quickly tightened and stopped moving.
The restaurant was decorated in a cozy style, making it a popular choice for candlelight dinners on dates. Song Qingran sat down, the two clinked glasses, and began to eat.
She sensed that he wanted to say something, but she was too hungry and ate steak after steak, so he didn't say anything, sipping his red wine casually, his gaze always lingering on her face.
After finishing her meal, Song Qingran didn't flirt with him. Instead, she wiped her mouth, looked directly into the man's eyes with her clear gaze, and asked bluntly, "Mr. Cheng, do you love me?"
The bright red liquid in the man's glass stopped flowing, and his eyes seemed to freeze as well.
Song Qingran smiled, a sense of understanding that surprisingly gave her a feeling of security. She then asked in a different way, "Mr. Cheng, do you like me?"
Cheng Wang took a sip of red wine, stared intently at her, and nodded.
"Perhaps."
This was his answer.
His answer was simple, but his inner thoughts poured out one after another, like bubbles rising densely.
[I've never been in love, how would I know what love is?]
[If the definition is accurate, then I do like you.]
[If I wanted to pin you down on the bed and ravage you the moment I saw you, partying all night long, would that count as love at first sight?]
Song Qingran rolled her eyes and looked down, wanting to smash the wine glass on his head and tell him that this wasn't love at first sight, it was lust, it was vulgar!
She didn't want to waste words with him, so she took out the contract she had printed out and handed it to him, saying, "I've thought about it carefully. If you're willing to sign this agreement, I will grant your wish."
Cheng Wang took the agreement, glanced at it briefly, got up, grabbed a pen, and signed his name with a flourish.
The breath that had been pressing on Song Qingran's chest finally eased. She smiled as she took the agreement and looked up, intending to say that she would have to go to the notary office tomorrow, but her words were replaced by a scream.
He stood up, approached step by step, and before Song Qingran could notice, he picked her up by the waist and carried her towards the bedroom.
“Now, it’s time for me to exercise my rights as a husband.”
A note from the author:
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