Chapter 6 The bed is big, I'll share half with him.
What can we do? What else can we do but share a room?
Song Qingran never expected that someone like Old Master Cheng would come to her small town and insist on moving in like a rogue. She couldn't refuse, so she had no choice but to give in.
"Let's sleep together."
Song Qingran looked annoyed and, as if deflated, hurriedly returned to her bedroom, unaware of the slight smile on the man's lips behind her.
She hurried back to her room and tidied up the slightly messy space. After finishing, she stood in front of the wardrobe for a long time, wanting to choose a conservative nightgown, but she couldn't find a suitable one. So she took out a cheongsam embroidered with bamboo leaf patterns. The cheongsam's buttons were fastened from the neck to the calves, which was quite secure.
After she finished washing up, the daily necessities and changes of clothes she had bought for the old man had arrived. She knocked on the door, and it opened quickly.
When the old man saw what she was holding, he gave her a rare kind look and stopped looking down on her.
"Hmm, not too stupid."
"......."
She took it as a compliment.
The old man was getting on in years, and after taking a bath, he went back to sleep. When Song Qingran passed by the second bedroom, she could still hear him snoring.
She glanced casually at Cheng Wang sitting on the sofa, a look of worry on her face.
Cheng Wang, does he snore?
It was still early, and Cheng Wang was busy in front of the computer, video chatting with a group of foreigners in a language she couldn't understand. The man, who was very successful in his career, exuded a hazy, soft light that drew her closer step by step.
Before she could realize what she had done, she was stunned to meet the man's deep eyes. The sharpness and pressure within them were too intense for her to hide. She blinked, her mind blank, and she automatically tried to fill in the gaps, saying, "It's getting late, I can go to sleep now."
The man's shoulders tensed slightly, his gaze fixed on her face, a hint of confusion in his eyes. She suddenly realized how ambiguous and inappropriate her words had been, and felt so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground.
As Cheng Wang came to his senses, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his eye. He licked his dry lips, closed the laptop with one hand, and rolled up his sleeve with his long, slender, white fingers, revealing a silver wristwatch.
She watched him snap off his watch, and even from a distance, she could see the thick veins beneath the strap. Suddenly, alarm bells rang in her mind.
She took a half-step back, turned around and went into the room without saying a word, then closed the door.
My heart is pounding.
Just now, Cheng Wang was too aggressive; his eyes were as blatant as a wolf king locking onto its prey.
Song Qingran sat in the room for a long time with mixed feelings. It was 11 o'clock, but there was still no movement outside.
Is he going to sleep outside?
Even though she didn't want the old man to see her sleeping outside, the thought of him disassembling his watch made her a little scared, and she didn't want to call him in to sleep.
Before she knew it, she felt tired and lay down on the bed, her eyelids closing heavily.
She didn't hear the click of the door lock turning, but when the bed slumped in one corner, she was suddenly awakened, but she managed to restrain herself and continued to pretend to be asleep, the bed sheet in her palm crumpled into a ball.
Since there weren't any extra blankets, Song Qingran didn't sleep on the floor. Besides, Cheng Wang wouldn't do anything to her even though he was injured. Her bed was big enough for four people to lie down, so she let him sleep on half of it for one night. One night would be enough.
But when a vigorous young man actually lay beside her, the feeling of being constantly threatened was unbearable. The rustling sounds coming from behind her were even more torturous; she could hear the sound of his clothes being unbuttoned one by one.
She froze like a log until, ten minutes later, the man changed from sitting to lying down and finally calmed down, allowing her to catch her breath.
She had barely taken a breath when she heard the man's naked inner thoughts.
[The girl's bed smells very nice and is very soft.]
She could feel his slight breathing, which seemed to encroach on her living space.
[She smells very good too.]
[Progress is fast; we've moved in, we've even slept in the bed, the next step is to sleep...]
What is it?
Sleep with her?
Song Qingran gritted her teeth, barely able to hold back any longer. Her mind was almost blank, yet she was becoming even more clear-headed.
At that moment, she realized that Cheng Wang had desires for her—the simplest and most direct desire a man has for a woman. He wanted to be her husband, regardless of whether there were feelings involved.
But she was unwilling. She knew that Cheng Wang had someone he loved and that he would only marry the person he loved, which was why she agreed to the marriage alliance. Although she didn't know why he changed his mind and wanted to get married after saying that, she believed him.
She believed he was just being rebellious, that he wanted a shield, and that he wouldn't touch her. But she forgot the inherent flaws in men; perhaps he would do anything for any woman who was even reasonably attractive.
Things started going wrong the moment she met Cheng Wang again. What should she do if Cheng Wang persisted? Song Qingran was stuck in a dead end and couldn't think of a solution.
She didn't want to sleep with a man she had no feelings for, much less a dirty man with many women, but she couldn't give up the Cheng family. Tormented by inner conflict, she couldn't fall asleep even with her eyes closed.
Her eyes were slightly moist, and she was struggling to control her surging emotions. Just as she was about to lose control, the person beside her moved again. He had gone out and hadn't returned for a long time. While waiting and resisting, Song Qingran fell into a deep sleep.
Cheng Wang went to the bathroom.
He knew she wasn't asleep and sensed her rejection and resistance, so he came out to give her a chance to catch her breath and to give himself time to process his feelings.
An hour later, Cheng Wang was breathing rapidly, experiencing bouts of unconsciousness, and for a few seconds his mind went blank. He recalled the scene of his first meeting with Song Qingran.
Six months ago, the Cheng family held a grand banquet, ostensibly for industry exchange, but in reality, it was a gathering of celebrities and their daughters to force him to choose one and marry her. He argued with his grandfather in the study, and his grandfather left in anger.
Frustrated, he pushed open the window and met a pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes.
A little girl who loves to climb trees, rebellious, stubborn, and unwilling to accept defeat; through her eyes, he saw his former self.
Those beautiful and free-spirited eyes were something he wanted to keep.
He was willing to give her time to think things through, but there could only be one outcome.
It was past midnight. Cheng Wang glanced down at his damp hands, chuckled softly, and said, "It's time to go back."
He washed his hands, straightened his pajamas, and quietly went back to his room to lie down.
The girl was fast asleep. In the middle of the bed lay a giraffe pillow, which should have been a dividing line. She was hugging the giraffe's head, her lips pouting, as if she were having some annoying dream.
Cheng Wang felt as if a feather had brushed against his heart, and he inexplicably felt that something was missing from his hands.
He turned to the side, casually scooped the girl into his arms, and the faint fragrance of her neck soothed the restlessness of the day. He stroked her soft hair with satisfaction, letting his consciousness sink into oblivion.
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Song Qingran had a dream in which she was in a desert, running on scorching sand, all the moisture in her body was evaporated by the blazing sun, and when she licked her chapped lips, her tongue melted as soon as she stuck it out.
Without her tongue, she opened her eyes in terror, her heart pounding wildly. After catching her breath for a while, she realized she was having a nightmare. Her body was stiff, and as soon as she stretched her limbs, her mind went blank again.
How could she have fallen asleep on top of Cheng Wang?!
Through the thin fabric, Song Qingran could clearly feel the man's vigorous aura and body. No wonder she had such a dream; she was almost scorched by his heat.
My heart almost stopped beating very early this morning.
With a flushed face, Song Qingran carefully climbed off the man, not caring whether it was because she was a bad sleeper or because the man had crossed the line. Like a thief, she grabbed her change of clothes and left the room barefoot.
After quickly washing up, she didn't linger. Her mind was a mess. She quietly went out alone, drove around the streets for a bit, and then called Xu Qingru.
Let's meet up, at the usual place.
Song Qingran drove to a coffee shop not far from the residential area, booked a themed private room, ordered coffee, and leaned against the glass window, quietly watching the crowds coming and going downstairs.
A young couple passing by stood in front of her, kissing and licking each other through a sliver of glass, oblivious to everyone else. Watching this scene, Song Qingran suddenly froze, a picture flashing through her mind: herself, still sleepy-eyed, groping around with her hands, unconsciously licking her lips, only to find herself soaking the man's chest.
She frowned, took a wet wipe from her bag, and wiped her lips over and over again, feeling both embarrassed and angry, and the more she thought about it, the worse she felt.
"Did you eat garlic?" Xu Qingru took off her glasses, plopped down opposite her, and said coldly and teasingly, "Your skin will break if you keep rubbing it. It's okay if you really ate garlic, I'm not going to kiss you anyway."
Song Qingran awkwardly put down the wet wipe and pushed the coffee towards her.
Xu Qingru took a sip of coffee, glanced at her watch, and said with a cold expression, "I'm very busy. I only have one hour. If you have something to say, say it quickly."
Song Qingran found her current state strange, but she didn't bother to guess. She simply lowered her head and voiced her confusion: "Do you know Cheng Wang is back?"
"Um."
Something's not right. She's too calm. She hates Cheng Wang the most, so why is she acting like this?
"I'm starting to not want to continue. He's not the same person I was thinking. If I divorce him..." She was afraid that if they continued to be together, Cheng Wang would make a move on her.
Before Song Qingran could finish speaking, Xu Qingru scoffed, crossed her arms, and rolled her eyes at her.
If she couldn't see that something was wrong with Xu Qingru, she probably would be beaten to death, so she quickly changed the subject: "You're too angry. Are you too busy at the company? I can help you out."
Xu Qingru laughed in anger upon hearing this. She was furious, but Song Qingran was completely oblivious. It was truly outrageous.
She had heard about Cheng Wang's return long ago, from someone else, and it infuriated her. She waited for several days, hoping to hear it from Song Qingran herself, but she never heard anything.
She didn't add the divorce lawyer recommended to her!
Now he's suddenly contacting her again, saying he wants a divorce. If she believes him again, she's a complete idiot!
Song Qingran blinked, leaned closer, and tilted her head to ask, "What's wrong?" Xu Qingru pushed her aside, turned around, and continued to sulk, occasionally letting out a cold snort.
"I was wrong."
She hooked her fingertips together, and after a long silence, she said this.
"Ugh, I can't take it anymore, Song Qingran, you bastard! Cheng Wang is back and you're only telling me now? What, are you afraid I'll curse him to death? You're protecting him? Do you think I'm dead? Do you expect me to find out from someone else?"
"Ha, divorce? You dare to get a divorce!"
Xu Qingru, being impatient, couldn't resist grabbing Song Qingran, pulling her into her arms and pinching her hard. In her anger, she even bit her right cheek. Song Qingran looked pitiful and cried out in pain several times that she wouldn't do it again before Xu Qingru finally stopped.
Xu Qingru wasn't really throwing a tantrum. After all the commotion, her anger subsided, and she calmed down. Her sharp eyes narrowed, and she slammed her hand on the table. "Confess everything honestly, from beginning to end!!!"
Song Qingran recounted everything that happened after meeting Cheng Wang, only concealing her true feelings, for fear that Xu Qingru would think she had lost her mind after falling into the water.
"So, you're now afraid he'll sleep with you and want to be your real husband, and you want a divorce?"
Song Qingran nodded.
"This is a bit difficult."
She nodded again, which is why she came to discuss it with Xu Qingru.
Xu Qingru pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked curiously, "What does he look like? Do you have a photo?"
There are no photos, but she did draw a portrait of him.
After looking at the cartoon image on her phone, Xu Qingru asked again in disbelief, "Are you sure he looks like this?" After receiving an affirmative reply, she was even more shocked, "If he looks like this, what are you waiting for? Sleep with him until he's worn out, dance on his abs, swing on his lap!"
Many people around looked over. Song Qingran was embarrassed by her best friend's unfiltered remarks. She covered her mouth tightly and said, "Okay, I asked you to come up with a solution, not this."
It's still a pity about Xu Qingru.
"He's really handsome. Why don't you give him a try? Sleep with him a few more times, get tired of him, and then have a child to inherit the Cheng family's fortune. Besides, if we control the Cheng family, what are the Song and He families? If we rely on our own hard work, when will we be able to defeat the Song and He families?"
Song Qingran certainly understood this principle.
But was she really going to rely on her body and whispering in Cheng Wang's ear to influence his decision and get him to help her fight against the Song and He families and the people behind them? She wasn't Daji; she didn't have that ability.
Moreover, she has obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness.
How could a man like Cheng Wang only have one woman? Would she have to beg for food in front of him with her child, just like the wives of wealthy families, and fight with her husband's illegitimate child for the rest of her life?
Either they treat each other with respect, he does his own thing, and they have nothing to do with each other.
Either get a divorce.
“That’s true, all crows are black. Why don’t you find him a woman?” Xu Qingru said casually, her voice trembling with dejection.
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