Chapter 17 Shameless, I want you here, and this place will be filled with me...
Song Qingran was an excellent listener. She rested her chin on her hands, listening attentively and immersively as the old man recounted his and his wife's past.
The old man could tell that she wasn't just putting on an act, but was genuinely interested. The light in her eyes was unmistakable, which made him even more excited. He talked so much that spittle flew from his mouth, as if he had suddenly met a kindred spirit, regretted not having known each other for a long time, and wanted to talk for a whole day and night. He had no idea that not long ago he had treated her coldly.
Unfortunately, some of the parts he embellished were mercilessly exposed by his grandson.
The old man, who was very concerned about his reputation, blushed and his eyes suddenly changed from gentle to disappointed. He angrily grabbed his cane and lashed it at Cheng Wang.
Cheng Wang instinctively flinched. The old man was even more furious that he dared to dodge. He swung his cane around the table, looking energetic and vigorous, more so than the sickly young man.
In the blink of an eye, Song Qingran saw the old man chasing Cheng Wangda around the table, like chasing chickens during the New Year in the village, making the tea spill out.
"Grandpa is hitting his grandson! He's hitting his grandson! Hahaha, so much fun!"
The little parrot, having finished eating the grapes, flew to the table. Upon seeing this scene, it plopped down on the table with its feet in the air, its round belly rising and falling slightly. It grinned mischievously and said something that was just as irritating.
Song Qingran picked up a wisp of green feather that had fallen from the little parrot and covered her face with a smile. This old man and this young girl, how old are they, still playing around like this, how childish.
But this warm and real scene was deeply imprinted in her heart. The sun was shining, the grapes were sweet, and the people were alright.
The little parrot, tired of laughing, climbed off the table, smacked its little beak, and swayed from side to side until it reached Song Qingran.
It tilted its head and thought for a moment, then suddenly rubbed its fluffy head against her palm. The soft, fluffy texture made her rub it again and again uncontrollably. The little guy was affectionate and cooperative, not angry at all.
It wasn't until a hair on its head was ruffled that it moved away a bit, jumped into the basket of grapes, and placed its chubby little paws on the plumpest grape. Its eyes darted around, looking incredibly clever.
"Beautiful lady, peel some grapes."
Song Qingran's heart softened, and she peeled a grape and handed it to it.
The little guy excitedly hopped over, rubbed his hand against hers, and said cheerfully while eating grapes, "Beautiful lady, you're such a kind person."
Song Qingran was in a pretty good mood after being friend-zoned by a scrawled little bird.
On the other side, the physically strong grandfather and grandson finally stopped fighting.
Exhausted, the old man leaned on the armrest of his chair, panting heavily, but still managed to give his grandson, who was standing next to Song Qingran, a sharp look.
"Grandpa, are you thirsty? Sit down and have some tea, then let's continue Grandma's story. Ranran hasn't finished listening yet."
Song Qingran brought over a warm teacup, pulled the old man to sit down, and pushed a plate of grapes that she had peeled herself in front of him.
The old man felt a little better. He looked up at her, and the girl's gentle and sweet appearance dazzled him.
That one glance was as if the goddess-like young lady had returned.
But she will never come back. The old man abruptly turned his eyes away, concealing the bitterness in them. He picked up a grape and put it in his mouth; it was actually a little sour.
I ate several grapes before I felt a little calmer.
The old man looked up again and saw that Cheng Wang had already sat down next to Song Qingran. His burning gaze never missed her every move, and he even thoughtfully peeled another grape and put it to her lips.
"Try it." He raised an eyebrow, his expression leaving no room for refusal.
Song Qingran glanced at the old man out of the corner of her eye, and after thinking about it, she decided it was best not to embarrass Cheng Wang. When it was time to put on a show of affection, she should still put on a show.
She abandoned her cold demeanor, a smile spreading across her face, her eyes sparkling like stars, her eyebrows like crescent moons, "Thank you, husband."
The woman held a glistening grape in her mouth, and a drop of juice slid from her fingertip to her pulse as she squeezed it, causing her pulse to throb violently.
He curled his fingertips, feeling a slight itch. After a few seconds of internal struggle, he couldn't resist pinching Song Qingran's puffed-up cheeks with two fingers.
Looking into her slightly widened eyes, which reflected only him, he finally felt at ease.
Song Qingran was furious. She hadn't even swallowed the grapes in her mouth when they were pinched, and the cloudy grape juice spilled from the corner of her lips. She had never lost her composure like this before. Even though she covered herself in time, the old man and the young man still saw it.
"Cheng! Arrogant!"
She gritted her teeth, her beautiful eyes flashing with anger, and pinched the man's waist hard under the table.
Cheng Wang smiled faintly, his expression unchanged, and even provocatively curled his lips. She increased the pressure of her thrusts, and he slightly parted his thin lips, mouthing, "It doesn't hurt, harder." She immediately turned into a red-eyed pufferfish in anger.
It was just flirting.
The old man felt even more sour; the grapes in his mouth lost their flavor. Did no one care about him when he was being bullied?
The more he looked, the deeper his jealousy grew. He slammed his hand on the table, interrupting their back-and-forth exchange, and pointed at Cheng Wang's nose, yelling angrily, "Go and get the box from my room."
Cheng Wang's handsome brows furrowed, and he stood there stunned. That box was his grandmother's keepsake, and it was his grandfather's most treasured possession. He would hold it to fall asleep every night.
He looked at Song Qingran, and as if realizing something, he understood, feeling both surprised and proud.
"What are you looking at? Can't you hear me? Get up there!"
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Cheng Wang reluctantly stood up lazily, his tall figure instantly blocking the sunlight from Song Qingran. With a long stride, he quickly disappeared into the grass.
Turning the corner and glancing back, I saw the old man and Song Qingran's little heads huddled together again, chattering away. Sunlight fell on them, a picture of peaceful tranquility.
Cheng Wang leaned against the corner of the wall, took out his phone from his pocket, aimed it at the two people and the bird that were shaking their heads, and snapped a few photos, freezing the scene forever.
After receiving the box, Cheng Wang deliberately lingered for an hour, not disturbing his grandfather and granddaughter-in-law's boasting.
Grandpa has indeed been lonely these past few years. He has to maintain his dignity in public, and few people can get close to his heart. Those who know him well already know his story with Grandma. When he misses Grandma, he has no one to talk to, so he can only keep it to himself.
Now that she finally has a loyal listener, she doesn't want him to bother her.
He never expected that when he returned, the old man was no longer there. Only Song Qingran was resting her cheek on her hand, teasing the little parrot with her fingers and stroking its feathers.
The two, one human and one bird, were getting along so intimately that they were about to kiss. Cheng Wang quickly reached out and pinched its open beak, forcibly muting the microphone and letting it flutter its feathers all over the ground.
"Why are you bullying it? You're going to crush it! Let go!"
Song Qingran stared wide-eyed, slapping Cheng Wang's arm in disbelief. She tried to pry his fingers open with both hands, but couldn't. In desperation, she resorted to scratching his chest.
This trick worked. Cheng Wang released the bird's beak, and the little parrot cursed "bitch" and flew away instantly. But Song Qingran became the one being held hostage. One of her hands was wrapped around his waist and twisted behind her back, while his other hand was pressed against the back of her head, and his lips got closer and closer.
"Let me go!" She struggled slightly, forced to tilt her head back, feeling his hot breath, which burned her cheeks.
"Forgot the contract? Three hugs and one kiss every day?"
When the contract was mentioned, Song Qingran immediately deflated. After that day, Cheng Wang and she went to get it notarized, but a clause was added to the contract.
To help her adjust to the marital relationship as quickly as possible, he kissed and hugged her every day until she no longer resisted his touch.
"Close your eyes, it's time to kiss."
Cheng Wang was very domineering. After speaking, he lifted her rosy little face and kissed her forehead, eyelashes, and nose with delicate kisses. Finally, he kissed her long-coveted red lips with very light movements, like the licking and sucking between small animals.
The kiss was light, as gentle as a misty drizzle. Song Qingran felt cherished and valued. It was a novel experience. She secretly opened her eyes, and her heart skipped a beat. He also had his eyes open. He was smiling, a somewhat eerie smile.
Her body triggered a warning, and she had just stepped back a little when the man wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him, feeling the surging of his heartbeat and the passionate curve of his skin. "Why are you running? It's only just begun."
Cheng Wang's gaze grew even deeper. He picked up the stunned girl and knelt down on one knee, casually tossing his coat onto the grass. He also knelt on his other leg.
Song Qingran was placed on the grass, her head resting on his coat, her nose filled with his faint fragrance, and her heart pounded wildly.
She tried to sit up slightly, but he pressed her back down with one hand. Unlike usual, she lay down while he knelt beside her, half-supported by himself...
[Trying to escape again? What are you afraid of? I'm not going to take you here.]
As the man's inner thoughts were revealed, her tension eased, and her legs relaxed, resting on the ground as she felt the softness of the grass.
Yeah, she can't just do it in broad daylight. It's just kissing, she can do it.
Kissing him wasn't uncomfortable; it was a novel feeling she'd never experienced before, and she secretly enjoyed it.
The woman felt relaxed, her heart softened, and she became even more excited.
A domineering kiss landed on her earlobe, feeling her slight trembling. His lips and teeth became increasingly unrestrained, without any sense of restraint or order. One moment he was licking and biting her rounded earlobe, the next he was lightly pecking her red lips. Then he moved down and kissed her neck all over. In the sunlight, Song Qingran's entire face, including her neck, was flushed red.
It wasn't like they were kissing; it was more like they were playing around. A little tenderness opened her heart. It seemed like a while had passed. She put her hands on his chest and tried to get up, but he gently pulled her back down.
The sudden, intense kiss was so fierce that Song Qingran felt her tongue go numb from being sucked. Her mind went blank, and she didn't know how to respond. She could only respond to his passionate and lingering kiss in a tender and childlike way. She couldn't take it anymore and gradually gave up on the world, immersing herself in the tingling sensation he brought her.
"Hmm..."
How could he...?
Song Qingran began to resist, but the man held her hands and she couldn't move. His kisses became even more domineering, and soon her eyes became unfocused again. Her thoughts were crushed by his large hands, and the tears he forced out blurred her long eyelashes.
Ten minutes later, the man seemed finally satisfied and lovingly kissed away her tears.
She turned her head away, clearly angry.
Cheng Wang touched the tip of his nose, recalling the cloud that his hands had just touched. He felt a little apologetic, but not much; he felt more enjoyment. He sat up and hugged her, gently combing her waterfall of black hair with his fingers.
Are you angry? Or shy?
"It was bound to happen sooner or later, baby. You're enjoying it and you're happy, aren't you?"
Song Qingran wiped away her tears, turned around and buttoned her clothes back up. After buttoning them up, she raised her hand to slap him, her voice trembling with anger: "Cheng Wang, you're so mean! You've gone too far!"
Cheng Wang intercepted her hand and pulled her into his arms. "Is that too much? It's not enough." Looking into the woman's dilated pupils, he stroked her flat stomach, his smile undisguisedly wicked. "I have even more to say. Here, and here, all of it is mine. It will hold our children, many, many, many..."
Song Qingran's mind went blank; she was utterly shocked. How could Cheng Wang be so wicked, saying such shameful things to her with that tone and expression, yet those words would actually come true?
Is it too late for her to escape now?
As if knowing what she was thinking, Cheng Wang lifted her chin and planted a kiss on her lips. "Don't even think about escaping. You can't escape."
"Has anyone ever told you that you're like a devil?" she said blankly. She thought she knew him, but his gaze just now felt utterly unfamiliar to her.
“Then you are the devil’s lover.” He smiled relaxedly.
Song Qingran shut her mouth, her inner turmoil surging like a tide. After a long while, she still couldn't hold back her anger and threw herself into the man's arms. As he happily hugged her back, she bit his chest hard, drawing blood.
Cheng Wang's body stiffened slightly, and in the next instant, he almost crushed her in his arms.
In this contest, Song Qingran was defeated.
He tempted and offended her time and time again, and she couldn't find a way out. What's even more shameful is that he had her under his control, knew her tacit consent, and knew her awkwardness and unease. How wicked he was!
Her hand throbbed slightly. She looked down and noticed that she was wearing a jade bracelet on her wrist. Unlike the bracelets on the market, it looked very expensive, more like an antique treasured in a museum, giving off a sense of age and weight.
"This is Grandma's most cherished possession, and also Grandpa's treasure."
Remembering the box the old man had mentioned wanting to retrieve, she realized it was a gift from him, a sign of his approval.
Song Qingran raised her arm, touched the bracelet, and liked it more and more as she looked at it: "It must be very expensive."
"Yes, this is my grandmother's family heirloom. She said it came from the palace. Back then, to support the war effort, she sold almost all her assets, but she couldn't bear to part with this bracelet, so she kept it. It was her only selfish thing in life."
That must be priceless. Song Qingran carefully tried to take off the bracelet, but Cheng Wang stopped her, saying, "Grandpa likes you, and Grandma will like you too. Wear it carefully and pass it on to our daughter in the future."
"Who, who wants to have a daughter with you, Cheng Wang, you shameless person!" Song Qingran was completely helpless against the person in front of her, and her resistance was all halting and stumbling.
Cheng Wang stopped teasing her, picked her up, and sat down with her in a recliner to bask in the sun.
"Yes, I don't care about shame, I want you." Cheng Wang grinned, his arrogant appearance making people's hearts ache. Seeing that she was still angry with her lips pursed, he quickly changed the subject: "What did Grandpa tell you? You can't believe everything he says."
Speaking of this legendary woman, a look of amazement and admiration flashed in Song Qingran's eyes.
She ignored the man's groping hands and excitedly touched the bracelet as she spoke.
"Grandma is amazing. Her story would definitely be a bestseller overseas if it were written as a novel about a strong female protagonist."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Wang's eyes dimmed compared to the light shining in the woman's eyes.
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