Chapter 9: She's a woman who ruins other people's marriages; she'll be punished by heaven!
Song Qingran is 171cm tall and has a slender figure, which makes her appear even taller. However, under the towering man who is over 1.9 meters tall, she is like a kitten with its belly turned up and its limbs tied, completely powerless to resist.
Her struggle was so weak, so insignificant, that it was not worth mentioning.
The angry sobs beneath his palm sounded especially beautiful to Cheng Wang's ears.
"Miss Zhu, it's delicious. It seems my wife has good taste."
Cheng Wang raised his head from her neck, his voice low and husky. He licked his wet lips, released his large hand from her mouth, and instead restrained her hands, pinning them firmly to the headboard.
The large hand covering her mouth was removed, and Song Qingran was about to burst out with the harsh words that had been stuck in her chest for a long time, but she was startled by Cheng Wang's words the next second.
He had indeed misunderstood, thinking she was Zhu Ling, and knew that Zhu Ling was someone she had brought.
He accepted, and now he was going to indulge his lust. The man's limbs pressed against her body without any gap, and their breaths mingled.
She felt disgusted and turned her face away when he leaned down to get closer.
"I... um..."
It wasn't her.
She wanted to explain, but the words were forced to stay in her throat. The man pinched her chin tightly with two fingers, forcing her to look him in the dim light of the darkness.
He tilted his head and said slowly in a flirtatious, seductive tone, "You're looking forward to it too, aren't you? Then let's start with a kiss."
Song Qingran's eyes widened, and she shook her head violently, but her chin was pinched even tighter. No, she didn't want to, it was disgusting!
Unfortunately, she couldn't move him at all. She watched as his lips landed squarely on hers, his tongue brushing against her like a feather, creating a jolt that sent a jolt through them both.
Song Qingran's tears clung to her eyelashes, utterly powerless to resist. He seemed quite pleased with her reaction, a soft chuckle escaping his lips, and without further ado, he deepened the kiss.
At first it was just imitation, then licking, and then he became dissatisfied. He grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, lifted it slightly, and broke through the defense of her lips, invading all her senses. She could only tilt her head back to receive his teasing.
He was so engrossed in the kiss that she didn't know how long it lasted. All she knew was that he was taking the air out of her mouth, her chest heaving, and through the thin fabric of her clothes, her breath was pressed down by his hard chest muscles, making her tremble and gasp for air.
This was Song Qingran's first time engaging in oral sex with a man. She couldn't accept her current state of disarray, nor could she accept that, under his manipulation and coercion, she had actually felt a strange tremor from a single kiss.
Her legs, forced apart, felt weak and limp.
Even a trickle of water cannot be ignored.
"Alright, breathe." Cheng Wang had had enough of teasing her and finally loosened his grip.
His little finger was very long, and he gently stroked the lines of her face, as if he and she were the most intimate lovers in the world.
That man is awful!
Song Qingran blinked, forcing out tears. When she saw him about to lower his head to kiss the corner of her eye, she gathered her strength from her loosened hand, suddenly sat up, and slapped him hard.
He was only stunned for a moment; his face wasn't even bruised from the blow.
She fell back onto the bed due to inertia, and he then pressed her down on top of him.
"Are you feeling wronged?" Cheng Wang whispered in her ear. "But I feel wronged too, Mrs. Cheng." His voice was light, and Song Qingran's ears twitched. All she could see was a black fog, but she seemed to see his dangerously narrowed eyes, as if he were questioning her.
It turns out he hadn't made a mistake at all. Perhaps she had fallen into his trap from the moment she saw the small umbrella when the door opened, and he had deliberately lied to her as revenge.
She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a word, nestled in his arms like a wilted flower.
[You're the only one who could find a woman for her husband, Song Qingran.]
[What a pity, he said he only wanted you.]
Song Qingran's eyes glazed over after hearing those two heartfelt words, and she dared not move. Her obedient demeanor was heartbreaking. After all that fuss, Cheng Wang's anger had subsided. Seeing her like this, he regretted whether he had bullied her too much.
He picked her up and turned her over, letting her lie against his chest. He gently stroked her long, flowing hair, his tone exceptionally soft: "That woman this afternoon had ill intentions; she tried to seduce me. As Mrs. Cheng, you need to shoulder your responsibilities and protect your husband's innocence, understand?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the woman poked him in the chest with her fingertip. It didn't hurt; in fact, it felt quite good, Cheng Wang thought.
She remained silent.
After a long while, he sighed and patted her on the shoulder.
"Alright, go out and rest for a while."
He supported her waist with both hands and helped the limp woman up. Song Qingran hadn't expected it to end like this. She felt like she was walking on clouds as she left the master bedroom and locked herself in the second bedroom.
With the lights on inside, the sense of uncertainty and panic lessened considerably.
Song Qingran walked up to the mirror and almost didn't recognize herself. The woman in the mirror had lipstick marks all over her face, which stood out against her fair skin. There was also smudged black eyeliner at the corners of her eyes. She looked terrible.
Thankfully, the room was dark, otherwise she would have been even more devastated.
I hurriedly went to the restroom to remove my makeup and changed my clothes. Only when I saw my familiar self did I feel at ease.
As she passed the master bedroom, she heard a series of rapid breathing sounds. Song Qingran was both angry and furious. How dare he do such a thing in her room? But she didn't dare to go up and disturb him, so she silently locked the second bedroom door.
She didn't sleep well for the rest of the night, fearing that the door would be broken open and she would be pinned to the bed again...
*
It was 3 a.m. in the stairwell.
Cheng Wang sat in a wheelchair with a deathly pale face, his left trouser leg rolled up high. A man in casual clothes and wearing a mask was squatting down, treating his leg.
"Brother Wang, if this continues, you might become a cripple."
Cheng Wang's breathing became slightly erratic, and he pursed his lips, ignoring everyone.
The man then joked, "From now on, your sister-in-law will be stunningly beautiful standing next to you. Everyone will think she's wasted on a cripple like that, and some kind-hearted people might even advise her to divorce him and find someone else..."
"Want to die?"
Cheng Wang slapped him on the forehead, his expression blank, but those close to him knew he was truly angry.
"No, no, but if you don't get proper treatment, you might get bumped here today or kicked by someone tomorrow. I really don't know what to do."
"Alright, have someone pick me up tomorrow." Cheng Wang was clearly impatient.
The man shut his mouth, but he was still very happy that he had achieved his goal.
*
When Song Qingran woke up, she couldn't find Cheng Wang anywhere in the room, and his wheelchair was gone too. Her eyelids twitched involuntarily.
My first reaction was that he was angry.
But why should he be angry?
Song Qingran touched her slightly swollen lips, feeling even more aggrieved. It was clearly him who had bullied her!
I was sulking for a while when the doorbell rang.
She got up and opened the door. Through the video doorbell, it wasn't Cheng Wang, but Secretary Zhou.
The door opened, and she stepped aside to let him in. "Secretary Zhou, what brings you here?" She glanced back and saw two men following behind her.
Secretary Zhou raised her hand to adjust her glasses, her smile perfectly timed: "President Cheng asked us to move all his things back. Sorry to bother you, you're busy, we'll be done soon."
Song Qingran gave a soft "hmm" and sat on the sofa watching them bustling around, coming and going. She was writing and drawing on her tablet, occasionally glancing at the large and small bags piled on the floor. She hadn't expected him to have so many things.
He had one suitcase each of clothes and shoes, another suitcase of books, and quite a few other odds and ends, even the potted plants he bought were going to take with him...
An hour passed, and her house seemed empty.
For no apparent reason, my eyes started to sting.
“Madam, this is Mr. Cheng’s apology to you.” Secretary Zhou walked to her side and placed a gift box on the table at a safe distance of one meter. “His leg injury has relapsed, and he needs to recuperate for a while.”
Song Qingran lowered her eyes to process her emotions, then opened the gift box. It contained a set of valuable jewelry, which she remembered as a one-of-a-kind, exclusive item that had appeared once at a fashion show.
She sneered inwardly. What kind of apology is it if the person doesn't even show up!
She closed the box and didn't look at it again until Secretary Zhou left. Only then did she get up from the sofa and go to her room to take a nap. As she entered the room, a strange, strong fragrance wafted into her nostrils, but she couldn't identify what it was.
Song Qingran opened the window to let in some fresh air, then sat down on the bed. She glanced down and saw that the trash can was half full of crumpled toilet paper. She paused, then seemed to realize something, and her face darkened.
Although she had no experience in that area, she had read many romance novels. The environment at that time was very good, and there was a lot of popular knowledge about relationships between men and women, so she wasn't completely ignorant.
She was so angry that she went to change the sheets. As she lifted the blanket, a black object fell to the ground with a crisp sound. It was a cell phone, Cheng Wang's cell phone.
Five minutes later, Song Qingran came downstairs with her phone and a trash bag. She saw Cheng Wang's car from about ten meters away. Several people were loading his luggage, and he himself was probably inside the car.
She squeezed her phone, preparing to return it to him. Otherwise, he would probably come back for it when he remembered. She didn't want him to step into her private space again; she had had enough of those few days.
"Little Song?" someone called out loudly from behind Song Qingran.
Song Qingran glanced back and saw Aunt Zhang from next door again. She crept over, glanced at the car not far away, then looked at Song Qingran, saying "what a pity" repeatedly, but her eyes were bright and sparkling.
"Did you two have a fight? Why are you separated? This is such a mess."
"Sigh, do you know that he brought other women to your house? It's impossible to keep it a secret forever. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would be upset. Men are just incorrigible. No matter how beautiful or capable the woman at home is, they will still go and eat shit outside."
What are you even talking about?
Song Qingran blushed deeply, not daring to say that this woman was the one she had found for her husband. She tried to interrupt Aunt Zhang, but the woman didn't hear her at all and continued to speak loudly.
"Don't be afraid. When you get divorced, Auntie will introduce you to someone else. My nephew is good-looking and a good match for you. He's only twenty years old and has a lot of energy. You can go and meet him then."
"Let me tell you, once a man is over twenty-five, he's almost sixty. It'd be better to find a younger man to control. But, his family is a single-parent household, so they might bring his dad to live with you later..."
Aunt Zhang was always very enthusiastic whenever she saw Song Qingran. Her huge body blocked all of Song Qingran's view, and her strong arms would hold her tightly, giving Song Qingran a headache.
She, who speaks softly, is naturally overwhelmed by loud voices, feeling extremely exhausted yet unable to escape them.
After all, Aunt Zhang had saved her life before and had always been very kind to her, often bringing her food from her hometown.
"Auntie, you're right. You go ahead and do your work. We'll talk again next time."
She smiled encouragingly.
Seeing that she agreed, Aunt Zhang quickly took out her phone and recommended a WeChat account to her: "This is my nephew. Add him and chat with him more often to relieve your loneliness."
"Breaking up someone's marriage will incur divine retribution!" A sinister male voice suddenly rang out from behind.
The two turned around at the same time and met Cheng Wang's unfathomable gaze, which looked as if he wanted to devour them.
Aunt Zhang was the first to react, frowning as she shielded Song Qingran behind her. Although it was a good intention, Song Qingran was almost pushed to the ground. Cheng Wang withdrew his outstretched hand only after seeing her regain her footing.
"Young man, how can you talk like that? You cheat on your wife and expect her to remain chaste? You're not that old, how can you be so old-fashioned? This is a new era. If you can cheat, she can find someone else!"
Cheng Wang stared intently at Song Qingran, tugged at his collar, and his smile grew increasingly cold-blooded.
He suddenly raised his voice: "Song Qingran! Tell me, did I really cheat on you?"
Song Qingran was startled by him and unconsciously hid behind Aunt Zhang.
Aunt Zhang stepped forward with her chest puffed out, like a righteous old man, but two bodyguards lifted her up and covered her mouth.
With the obstruction gone, Cheng Wang maneuvered his wheelchair to Song Qingran's side. "What we talked about last night, have you forgotten?"
"No, I haven't forgotten."
A note from the author:
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There will be another chapter tonight [dog head with rose in hand]
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