Chapter 21 Like or Love? I'm numb, truly numb.
The phone kept ringing. Song Qingran frowned slightly, wondering whether to answer it. The next moment, a large hand snatched the phone away and turned it off right in front of her.
Cheng Wang hooked his arm around her neck and gave her a passionate French kiss. Only after he had taken away all the air from her did he let her go, kissing away the moisture from the corner of her lips and breathing softly in her ear.
“Honey, you’re too weak, it’s not enough.”
Song Qingran's heart was pounding in her chest. The car wasn't heated, but she was unbearably hot, and all the blood in her body was rushing around.
She never imagined that someone as conservative and closed-off as herself would take the initiative to speak to Cheng Wang... and do so willingly, even though he was lying back in his seat and doing nothing, her body had already quietly opened up to him.
"Yes, it's because you're too, too..." she said shamefully with her eyes closed, as if she had resigned herself to her fate.
Cheng Wang looked up uncomfortably, the veins on his neck bulging, as if he had suddenly come back to life. He grabbed her hands and pressed them down, guiding her step by step to calm and soothe his restless self.
"Yes, that's it. Using both hands together will make you less tired, Ranran, be good."
Song Qingran mustered her courage, cast aside her shame, and worked diligently and earnestly, just as he had done for her before. At first, she was awkward, but later she found it enjoyable.
The car was dimly lit, so she couldn't see the heat in her palm, but she could feel its vitality and warmth, and it felt like a unique, hand-pinched toy.
She had a great time.
However, she only lasted half an hour before giving up, pretending to be asleep while lying on him, a typical example of someone who is both incompetent and loves to play.
Cheng Wang was so angry with her that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was also feeling very uncomfortable, so he had to find a solution himself. He flipped Song Qingran over and pinned her against the reclined seat, and the two switched places.
Skin to skin, Song Qingran jolted and tried to push him away, shaking her head vigorously. She declared righteously, "No, not here."
Cheng Wang gently nibbled at her collarbone, then glanced at her almost imperceptibly, saying, "What are you thinking about? I'll wait until our wedding night."
Song Qingran breathed a sigh of relief and tolerated his unruly actions. As long as it didn't come to the last step, she would let him have his way.
In any case, she had no more fig leaves in front of him, and everything would become normal, so why should she let shyness run rampant?
"Hurry up, I'm sleepy." Song Qingran covered her eyes and relaxed her body.
With permission granted, the man's eyes darkened. He leaned down, his long, slender hand with bulging veins resting on the back of the woman's neck, soothing her trembling while releasing the pent-up pressure.
Song Qingran lay on the seat with her legs together, her hands scratching the seat cover like cat claws.
With her eyelids drooping and her head turned towards the car window, she watched the figures passing by. With each person who passed by, her heart would clench, fearing that someone would come and knock on the window and discover the absurd things happening inside.
Only when raindrops began to fall on the window, obscuring everything outside, did her heart finally quiet down, as if she were burying her head in the sand.
At first, it was just pearl-like water droplets that hit the car window every second and slid down the windowpane. As time went by, the rain became heavier and heavier, forming mottled streaks, like a natural rain curtain.
A rich fragrance filled the air, mingling with the thin air, making it hard for Song Qingran to breathe. Cheng Wang kissed her rounded shoulder tenderly, then freed one hand to open the car window a little.
A sudden blast of cold air sent shivers down their spines, but thankfully the window was only slightly ajar, and the drizzle that drifted in brought only a touch of chill. The warmth of their embrace, like two lovebirds with their necks intertwined, dispelled the cold.
"Cheng Wang." She squeezed out the two words with difficulty.
The man's breath was deep in her ear, his voice slightly husky and sexy. Song Qingran felt half of her body go numb, and she pushed him away as if to resist, "It's numb."
"knew."
She gritted her teeth and watched the rain for another fifteen minutes. The man sat up contentedly, rubbed her bruised joint, cleaned it up briefly, and carefully closed the window.
The two moved to the back seat.
Cheng Wang held the woman, who was as soft as cotton, tightly in his arms, as gently as if he were holding a child. His newly grown stubble from the evening brushed against her neck, making it a little itchy and a little painful. She flinched away uncomfortably.
He nuzzled her cheek, then stopped teasing her, raising an eyebrow as he asked, "Feeling better now?"
Song Qingran hummed softly in his arms. After calming down, she adjusted to a comfortable position in his arms, hugged his waist, and told him the story that had been on her mind for a long time.
When she was with him, her urge to confide in him grew stronger.
“Cheng Wang, I’ve always felt that this world is being manipulated. Every step we take is pushed forward by a giant hand, and we can never do things our way…”
She desperately wanted a response from the man—it could be shock, a shake of the head with a smile saying he didn't believe her, or even mocking her for being a fool. But Cheng Wang's eyes were empty, as calm as a stagnant pool.
He simply tightened his grip on her back.
After a long silence, she heard a muffled voice: "You're right, this world is indeed a..."
"What?" She leaned close to his lips, but still couldn't hear him.
Cheng Wang covered his lips, tilted his head back slightly, and swallowed the blood mist that suddenly rose in his throat: "It's nothing, you can continue, I'm listening."
Song Qingran hesitated for a moment, then poured out all the desolation in her heart.
Before she turned eighteen, she was an enviable heiress from a wealthy family, with a smooth and successful life. Everyone loved her. But after she turned eighteen, it was like a watershed moment, and she suddenly fell into an abyss.
Everyone around her, including her parents, believed that He Jinzhou died because of her, and they wished they could kill her, inflicting evil words and deeds on her. She had to struggle endlessly in suffering in order to atone for her sins.
Later, after going through many hardships, she finally found He Jinzhou, thinking that everything would return to normal. But nothing changed, and she was still rejected. She wanted to escape from this group of people, but she was trapped time and time again for various reasons.
Later, Guo Shanshan and her twins framed Song Qingran time and time again, making her infamous once more. The Song family was also attacked by the He family and almost went bankrupt. Her father, unwilling to let the marriage alliance be ruined, set a trap to kidnap Guo Shanshan and the children. In the end, Song Qingran took the blame, had one of her hands broken, and was sent to a Taoist temple to reflect on her mistakes, and was not allowed to leave the mountain for three years.
She raised her right hand, staring blankly at it: "Cheng Wang, do you know that this hand was once broken in a choppy way, and I couldn't even hold a pen? But for some reason, it suddenly got better."
"They're strange, really strange. It's like everyone and everything revolves around them, and I'm like a puppet, being pushed around, consciously watching myself being pushed step by step into the abyss..."
Song Qingran sat up straight, her hands gripping Cheng Wang's disheveled collar. Her beautiful eyes flashed with a stubborn ruthlessness, the blush from their kiss replaced by a dark cloud.
Cheng Wang cupped her cheeks in his hands, forcing her to look into his eyes. His cool lips kissed her eyes again and again, as devoutly as a prince waking a princess.
"How about I help you?"
"It was just a nightmare, it's all in the past. I'll help you cut those binding threads together..."
The man spoke with a serious expression, each word deliberate and solemn, like a gentleman making a vow. Song Qingran seemed to awaken from a dream, blinked her wet eyelashes, pursed her lips, and nestled into his arms.
Cheng Wang's chest was broad and hot, and his heart was beating rhythmically. Song Qingran felt exceptionally at ease. For some reason, she always felt that she and he were the same kind of people.
After pouring her heart out to him, all the negative emotions she had accumulated over the years seemed to vanish suddenly. She had a feeling that she could finally live the easy life she wanted, and with him by her side, she wouldn't be lonely.
As for how long his companionship would last, she didn't mind; as long as he was there for her at this moment, that was enough.
"Cheng Wang, thank you."
She did not refuse his help.
They held each other in that embrace for what seemed like an eternity. Then, Song Qingran bit Cheng Wang's Adam's apple, looked at him with possessive eyes, and solemnly said, "Cheng Wang, I like you."
She spoke first, so she had the initiative.
Cheng Wang's body stiffened, and he was a little slow to react. His mind went blank for a moment again. Unlike the passion he had just experienced in the driver's seat, his heart skipped a beat, then suddenly came back to life, beating wildly with the frantic pace of someone who had survived a disaster.
Song Qingran waited for a long time, so long that her eyes turned resentful, and she pinched his waist hard.
Cheng Wang let out a wild laugh, like a victorious general, as he picked up Song Qingran and sat her face to face. He lowered his head and touched her forehead, then once again filled her with a domineering kiss.
In the moment when she was almost suffocating from the kiss, she vaguely heard a satisfied sigh.
I love you, baby.
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love me?
Cheng Wang said he loved me?
These past few days, Song Qingran has been thinking about this phrase over and over again, leaving her in a state of utter confusion.
In her view, liking someone is something you can say freely.
You can say you like his face, you can say you like his physique, you can say you like his skills, you can say you like being under the same sky with him, but you can't just say "I love you" casually.
She wanted to ask him, but she was afraid she had misheard.
"Hey, what are you daydreaming about?" Xu Qingru had finished her coffee but still hadn't received a reply from Song Qingran. "The information is still on the first page, have you even looked at it?"
Startled by the reprimand, Song Qingran awkwardly touched the tip of her nose, banished her inner turmoil, and began to focus intently on the documents.
Xu Qingru: "Your dad is too self-disciplined. For years, he has been going back and forth between the company, home, and his friend's house. It's really hard to find any fault in him or any evidence of infidelity. Maybe he didn't even cheat?"
Song Qingran shook her head.
“Impossible. I didn’t understand before, but now I’m sure he’s been fed up with my mom for a long time. He always subtly stirs up conflicts between my mom and me, making us both disappear from his side for a while. He’s really acting strangely.”
"No, check him and his friends again. If you can't find my father, check all his friends."
Xu Qingru was somewhat frustrated: "We investigated a long time ago, but we don't have the ability right now. After all, he has a very high level of power and status, and his confidentiality is too strong. Why don't you ask your husband? He has connections everywhere, and he can probably find out things that we can't."
Mentioning Cheng Wang, Song Qingran blushed, bit her straw, and nodded.
The two chatted for a while longer, and when it was lunchtime, they decided to meet up for another meal. As they stood up to pay, the waiter said that someone had already paid.
Do you know who it is?
The waiter shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and said, "They're in a private room. Would you like me to take you there to see them?"
Guided by the waiter, Song Qingran and Xu Qingru went to the third floor. They entered a private room. The waiter knocked on the door, and a strange woman inside called out, "Come in!" The door was pushed open a crack.
Song Qingran went inside.
Xu Qingru tried to go in as well, but a waiter pulled her back, and she watched helplessly as the door closed.
Realizing something was wrong, she pushed the waiter aside to open the door, but two bodyguards appeared behind her and blocked her from entering.
"Whose people are you?"
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