Chapter 14 Ignition Causes Lip Cracks
Sinking into the soft quilt, Song Qingran tried to get up but was pushed back down. The man pressed his knees against her legs, wrapped one arm tightly around her waist, and grabbed her resisting hands with the other, pressing them above her head until she was completely powerless to resist.
However, her mindset had changed, and this time she did not resist. She tried to relax her body and tilted her neck slightly back, a posture that was not too accommodating, but the man understood her initiative and kissed her more intensely.
Their bodies pressed even closer together, and through the thin fabric, they could easily feel each other's curves.
They exchanged a hot, lingering kiss until her breathing became rapid. Cheng Wang finally released her, arched his body slightly, and kissed her lips. "Ranran is very good."
Song Qingran got goosebumps from his shout, and the misty tears in her eyes began to dissipate. He unbuttoned one of her skirt buttons, and she gritted her teeth, looked away, and pushed away his leaning chest with both hands.
"No, no, this is too fast."
Feeling a slight push, Cheng Wang paused, then held the woman's fingers tightly.
He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips, whispering in her ear, "Then I'll go slower." He then captured her lips in his mouth, gently rubbing them together, his movements much gentler, but Song Qingran couldn't push him away no matter what she did.
She only had the strength to push him away when he was focused on dealing with his wrinkled clothes.
Cheng Wang was too fierce; even a single kiss felt like he wanted to devour her. Their lips parted abruptly, making a crisp sound in the air, pulling the two lost in passion back to reality.
Song Qingran's face flushed red. While the man was still stunned, she wrapped herself in the quilt and rolled to the other side of the bed.
"I didn't mean it quickly. I... I need more time."
She only showed a pair of panicked eyes, looking just like a frightened little hamster.
Cheng Wang's burning desire was doused with cold water. He knew he was destined not to have a full meal tonight, but drinking some meat soup to satisfy his craving would be fine.
He sat up, lowered his head and pondered for a while. Then he pulled the rope down, and Song Qingran's heart tightened. She didn't care about anything else and reached out to interrupt him, but he took her hand and led her across a rugged path.
Song Qingran was completely stunned. She struggled to her feet, jumped off the bed, and looked on defensively.
Cheng Wang laughed angrily: "Why are you running away? I won't touch you tonight, can't I even have a little soup?"
"Then why aren't you dressed? You're disgusting!"
Cheng Wang shrugged innocently. "It's too hot, let's cool off." As he spoke, he stood up and quickly threw off his cumbersome shorts. While the woman was busy screaming, he grabbed her and pulled her back onto the bed once again.
He ruffled her messy hair and threatened mischievously, "If you keep yelling, you won't have any clothes to wear."
Song Qingran immediately stopped shouting and glared at him resentfully.
Cheng Wang stopped teasing her, afraid of really scaring her. He rolled off her, lay down on the bed, pointed to his lips, which were red and glistening from the kiss, and said with a smile, "We'll have to do this sooner or later. Since you're not used to it, let's take it one step at a time, starting with kissing, and slowly getting to know each other's bodies, okay?"
Song Qingran breathed a sigh of relief, sat up from the bed, fastened the two buttons on her chest that he had just unbuttoned, then took off the black hair tie from her wrist, raised her hand and tied up her messy hair. After doing this, she stood by the bed and looked down at the man's eyes, which were filled with lust.
"Then you're not allowed to do anything else."
"OK."
He agreed very readily.
Song Qingran didn't hesitate and slowly sat back on the bed, her heart pounding. Under his intense gaze, she lowered her head to kiss him, but the man gently pulled her onto him.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself sitting at his waist, her skirt bunched up, unable to keep out the heat radiating from his body.
He said without the slightest shame, "This is more convenient."
Song Qingran was both angry and furious. She bit his lips, and after biting him, he pressed her head down and kissed her again and again.
Although a forceful kiss is exciting, the tender and delicate kiss she took the initiative at this moment was even more passionate and captivating to him.
It was past midnight.
Cheng Wang finally let her go.
Song Qingran hid under the covers, covering her cracked lip, her eyes filled with resentment. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his smug, satisfied expression, which only made her angrier.
He got out of the car, his gait awkward. Song Qingran asked, "Where are you going?"
When he opened his mouth, his voice was so hoarse that it was unrecognizable.
"Go to the bathroom. Who told you to just start a fire and not take responsibility?" He turned around, his eyes filled with resentment, and his voice changed.
Cheng Wang's body, clad only in his underwear, was completely exposed to Song Qingran's eyes. Recalling everything that had just happened, she covered her eyes with the blanket in shame and indignation, and mumbled, "Do you have time tomorrow? Come with me to the Song family."
The man picked up his phone from the bedside table, checked his schedule, and said, "Okay, but I'll be a little late."
After receiving Cheng Wang's reply, Song Qingran sent a message to her family, saying that she would be returning to the Song residence for dinner the next day.
Since Cheng Wang returned to China, his father Fu Xingyun and mother Song Yilian have been persistently trying to contact Song Qingran, something that had never happened before a little over a month ago.
Song Qingran declined many times, and after learning that Cheng Wang had gone for treatment, she didn't contact her for another month. Perhaps she found out from somewhere that Cheng Wang's leg had healed, so Song Yilian started contacting her frequently again.
It really is time to go back to the Song family.
*
The Song Residence.
After driving for two hours, Song Qingran finally arrived at the villa area halfway up the mountain developed by the Song family. Perhaps because she hadn't been back for a long time, the security guards in the community had changed and didn't recognize her. Her check-in record was also no longer in the system.
The place was very private, and she was stopped at the door. The security guard looked at her with difficulty but insisted on not letting her in until he made a phone call to Fu Xingyun before she was allowed to enter.
When she arrived at her own doorstep, she encountered another problem: the facial recognition system outside the door could not retrieve her information and sounded an alarm, attracting Uncle Li, who was trimming flowers and plants in the garden.
"Miss is back. Come in, come in quickly. Master and Madam have been waiting for a long time." Uncle Li pressed the switch, opened the door, and even helped her park the car, not forgetting to notify her in the group chat.
Soon, the nanny, Aunt Sun, pushed open the door to the lobby and came out to greet her.
The hall was empty.
"Didn't you say everyone was waiting for me?"
Aunt Sun smiled awkwardly: "I was indeed waiting for you, but Madam went to pick up Young Master Xingchuan from school, and Master took a phone call and went back to his study to get busy. I'll go and call him now."
Song Qingran nodded, and Aunt Sun left.
She looked around, but the layout and furnishings of the house were nothing like what she remembered. It was so unfamiliar that she couldn't find any trace of her existence.
But the two-year-old boy took over everything in the house. There were photos of him and his parents everywhere, as well as his toys. Even the family photo in the living room no longer showed her and her grandmother.
Fu Xingyun, Song Yilian, Fu Xingchuan, and their adopted son Fu Jing—that's what makes a family.
"Qingran, you've finally come back." Fu Xingyun walked down the stairs, his laughter echoing throughout the hall, his tone tinged with nostalgia and reproach.
Song Qingran didn't turn around, staring at the family photo, her voice cold: "Why isn't Grandma in this picture?"
Fu Xingyun paused, "The photos were taken recently. Your grandmother is still in the hospital, so..."
"There are no photos of me either."
"Back then..."
“At that time, I was still at the dojo, and you wouldn’t let me go down the mountain. You didn’t even notify me when you took a family photo.”
Song Qingran suddenly smiled and walked towards her father, but there was no warmth in her smile.
She stared at him directly. He was still so handsome and young. Time had only added to his mature charm, without making him look old. No wonder Song Yilian was so infatuated with him that she eloped with him back then, disregarding everything, and even now, she still clung to him like a little girl.
Fu Xingyun sighed regretfully, his face revealing the helplessness of a loving father.
“Ranran, you still hate us. As parents, we had our difficulties back then. We did what we did to protect you. You caused the He family’s daughter-in-law to miscarry, and the He family kept pressing us. We had no choice. The past is over, and we’ve brought you back. Let’s start over as a family, okay?”
He coaxed her so patiently, just like when she was a child and had a nightmare, he would hold her for hours and not let go. But after everything that happened three years ago, she had long since seen through the hypocrisy of the person in front of her.
She turned her head away and changed the subject: "You've been calling me back, what's the matter?"
Fu Xingyun was making tea at the table when he glanced at her and asked, "Why didn't my son-in-law come along?"
Song Qingran sat down next to him: "He's busy, he's always dealing with a lot of things."
"Now that he's back in China and his leg injury has healed, let's quickly discuss the wedding arrangements, and the cooperation between our two families should begin."
Seeing her expression soften, Fu Xingyun put down the tea set, took her hand, and continued earnestly, "The Cheng family is a prominent family, but the old man doesn't like you, and your son-in-law is also arrogant. You will inevitably face a difficult situation after marrying into the family, but your parents will always be your support. Don't be afraid, you can tell us anything."
The sudden intimate contact disgusted Song Qingran.
She tried to pull her hand away, but caught a glimpse of a familiar figure outside the window.
Song Yilian returned carrying her son, Fu Xingchuan, who had gone to early childhood education class.
Song Qingran smiled brightly, placed her hands on Fu Xingyun's arm, and said softly, "Dad, there is something I do want to tell you."
"What's up?"
"that is........"
"Honey, our teacher praised Xingxing today," Song Yilian said sweetly as she entered the room.
After changing his shoes, he looked up and saw Song Qingran. He frowned slightly, and as he approached, he noticed how intimate the two were. He gave Song Qingran a cold look without any attempt to hide it. "You've had your fill of being wild outside, and now you finally know to come back. Are you afraid that without the Song family, Cheng Wang will forget about you and you won't be able to climb any higher branches?"
"Yilian, what nonsense are you talking about? Our daughter is finally back. Didn't you keep saying you missed her? Stop saying hurtful things. Tonight, let's have a nice meal together as a family of four."
Song Qingran and Song Yilian don't get along, and Fu Xingyun, as always, acts as the glue that holds the whole family together, but this time he fails.
Song Qingran remained silent.
Song Yilian glared at her daughter with a cold look in her eyes, and would occasionally make sarcastic remarks about her.
Fu Xingyun held her son, trying to soothe him from all three sides. After a few words of comfort, she was probably exhausted. She then took her son to the kitchen to see if the food was ready.
Song Yilian continued to criticize Song Qingran, subtly insulting her, but Song Qingran ignored her like a puppet, infuriating her.
The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, and the servants in the villa became even more cautious, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire.
Even when the family sits at the same table for a meal, each person has their own ulterior motives.
Song Yilian was unusually quiet as she fed her son, her face radiating a gentle and serene maternal warmth—a side of her that Song Qingran had never seen before.
Long, long ago, the mother and daughter had a good relationship. At that time, Song Yilian was strict with her, requiring her to excel in everything and become the best in other people's eyes so that she could have something to be proud of. But she was also very good to her, caring for and loving her, as long as she didn't always cling to her father.
Every time her father showed affection and intimacy to Song Qingran, Song Yilian would ignore her for a period of time and criticize and scold her in various ways.
Fu Xingyun has always been a loving father figure, showing concern and care for Song Qingran, allowing her to get a breather from her strict mother. She enjoys spending time with her father, but precisely because of this, Song Yilian has become increasingly resentful of her.
She couldn't see through her before, but later she realized that Song Yilian, this pitiful and ridiculous woman, regarded her daughter as a rival in love.
But regardless, her father was the root cause of the family conflict.
Fu Xingchuan quickly finished eating, burping as his milk was being carried away by the nanny for a walk.
The woman, who had been quiet for a short while, put down her chopsticks and said sternly, "You and Cheng Wang should hurry up and hold the wedding. The Song family is short of funds right now, and we need to get them to invest as soon as possible. Also, ask them for more dowry. I think the dowry we discussed back then was too little. The shares should also be increased from 5% to 7%."
Song Qingran sneered: "7% is not enough, 10% would be better."
Song Yilian was delighted and laughed from the bottom of her heart: "10% is good, let's get it done as soon as possible."
Song Qingran: "Mom, you insisted on having a son even though you were an older mother. Now look what happened, you've been mentally impaired for several years since you got pregnant."
Song Yilian: "Song Qingran! Are you crazy? How dare you talk to your mother like that! You unfilial daughter, may you be struck by lightning!"
Song Yilian was so angry that her eyes were about to burst. She smashed the bowl in her hand, and the soup bowl broke, spilling soup all over the floor.
Even though Song Qingran dodged in time, she was still splashed all over, and her neck felt a little sore.
Things happened very quickly, and Fu Xingyun didn't know who to appease for a moment. He slammed his hand heavily on the table and said loudly, "Stop making a scene and talk properly."
Hearing her husband's words, Song Yilian's eyes filled with grievance, and she pouted as if she was about to cry.
"Honey, how dare you yell at me! Don't you even know what your dear daughter says about me? Don't come into the bedroom tonight, you're sleeping on the sofa."
She ran upstairs in anger and sadness, not forgetting to glare at Song Qingran before leaving.
The living room finally quieted down.
The two moved to the sofa. Fu Xingyun hesitated, then Song Qingran asked first, "Is this also your idea, Dad?"
The man didn't reply; his expression said it all.
Song Qingran suddenly smiled and nodded, saying, "That works too. I can talk to Cheng Wang. However, since the Cheng family has given 7% of the shares, shouldn't you adjust my dowry to 7% as well, Dad? Even if it's equal, our family still benefits greatly."
Fu Xingyun: "If you can do it, I agree to your proposal."
"Okay, I have one more request. I want to take the property that my grandmother left me in her will."
Her usually smiling father had a rare moment of sullenness. He opened his lips as if to say something, but his wife's angry roar, which had returned, was even faster than his: "Impossible! What right do you, a married woman, have to take these? They all belong to your younger brother, Xingchuan. The Song family has already given you enough. Don't be too greedy, or you won't get a single penny, let alone marry into the Cheng family!"
“Grandma has already written her will, so what’s wrong with me taking back my things?”
"That's because your grandma didn't know she would have a grandson, that's why she put your name on the property. What family gives property to a married granddaughter but not to a grandson? Don't get any crooked ideas."
Song Qingran picked up her bag and was about to leave, saying, "Then I won't get married. I won't be a married woman."
She walked away quickly and decisively. Only after the door opened did Fu Xingyun remember to chase after her, but unexpectedly, the person he had been longing for arrived—his son-in-law, Cheng Wang.
"What's wrong? Who upset you?" Cheng Wang entered the room, radiating coldness, and pinched Song Qingran's puffed-up cheek with his icy fingers.
"I thought you weren't coming," Song Qingran said, glancing at him.
"My dear wife, I'm sorry, we got stuck in traffic. It was my fault." He pulled her into his arms without hesitation. The two walked in sync, talking as if no one else was around, as if no one could interrupt them.
Fu Xingyun smiled and stepped forward to call out "son-in-law," only to be completely ignored. Song Yilian's face fell, and she was about to go up and argue again when her husband pulled her into his arms, forcing her to calm down.
In an eerie atmosphere, the four people sat down on the sofa.
Cheng Wang led Song Qingran to sit in the main seat, while Fu Xingyun sat opposite him and began to make tea.
Song Yilian stared intently at her daughter, furious. If her husband hadn't been calming her down under the table, she would have already lost her temper.
“I heard that you two think the bride price is not enough and want to renegotiate? This matter needs to be discussed with the elders. You should go find my grandfather, as long as you can see him.”
Cheng Wang suddenly spoke, breaking the silence and tearing away a thin veneer called decency.
Fu Xingyun was stunned for a moment. Faced with the gaze of this junior, he couldn't muster any thoughts of resistance. Even though he was dissatisfied, he had heard that the Cheng family had been completely handed over to him, the son-in-law. After thinking it over, he shook his head and said, "Not at all, just do as agreed."
Cheng Wang raised an eyebrow and hugged Song Qingran even tighter: "Oh, I misheard. I thought you were going to raise the price. Since there are no objections, let's discuss the wedding arrangements. The wedding will be in a month. After the wedding, the cooperation between the two families will resume. We'll have to trouble you two to take care of the wedding arrangements."
Fu Xingyun suppressed his irritation and smiled kindly, "That's only right."
Cheng Wang stood up. "If there's nothing else, I'm taking my wife home."
"Okay, son-in-law, remember to bring Xiao Ran home for meals more often in the future."
After exchanging pleasantries, Fu Xingyun and his wife escorted them to the door.
Cheng Wang went to get her car. Before leaving, Fu Xingyun suddenly grabbed her arm and handed her a card: "Xiao Ran, this is for you from your Uncle He. They have already taught Guo Shanshan a lesson for what happened when you fell into the water. They hope you can forgive them and then help to make peace with the Cheng family so that things don't get too ugly."
Song Qingran took the card, looked at it, and got into the car. As the car started, the card floated out of the window and was broken by the wheels.
Looking through the mirror, she saw Fu Xingyun with a gloomy face and Song Yilian going crazy. Her long-suppressed feelings slowly faded away.
"Song Qingran, what exactly do you want?"
Cheng Wang's face was half-hidden in the darkness, with one hand resting on the steering wheel. He looked casual, yet his presence was undeniable.
“If you want the Song family, I can take them from you and give them to you as a betrothal gift.”
Song Qingran's heart skipped a beat. She stared at his profile, lost in thought.
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