Chapter 3 Good morning, Mrs. Cheng, you can't, you must be faithful, Mrs. Cheng...
Song Qingran looked up in Cheng Wang's arms, her bright eyes filled with curiosity, longing for him to answer her questions.
"He didn't say anything."
Upon receiving the results, Song Qingran's body stiffened even more, her expression blank and dazed, which was somewhat endearingly genuine.
Cheng Wang's dark eyes slowly lowered, revealing the woman's porcelain-white cheeks, which shone like jelly. A few tiny water droplets clung to her long eyelashes, fluttering like fireflies, tempting one to touch and experience her texture.
[It looks very soft, let me pinch it and see.]
Song Qingran's pupils widened suddenly. It was that voice again.
When she caught sight of Cheng Wang raising his right hand, her heart tightened, and she suddenly slapped him back, making a crisp "smack" sound.
Their eyes met within half a foot of each other, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was strangely eerie.
After a brief standoff, Song Qingran bit her lip and struggled to get off the man. He didn't stop her and released her from his hold on her waist.
Her limbs felt weak and her movements were erratic. When she got off him, she accidentally kicked him. She heard the man's suppressed groan and realized that his leg was bleeding.
Fortunately, the Jin family's private doctor had received the news in advance and arrived quickly, taking them to the lounge to treat their wounds.
Song Qingran had only choked on water and had no injuries. She was led to the bathroom for a hot bath and then drank the brown sugar ginger tea that her aunt had brought in one go. Her cold body gradually warmed up and her head felt less heavy.
Cheng Wang's leg injury seemed quite serious. He was undergoing a minor debridement surgery in the next room, and an hour had already passed.
Cheng Wang had saved her after all, and his injuries had worsened because of her. Song Qingran felt a little guilty. After thinking for a moment, she took a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea to the next room.
The door was ajar, and she went closer and knocked.
"Young Master Cheng, may I come in?"
"Enter."
The man's voice sounded weak.
As Song Qingran entered, she wrinkled her nose. The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, a pungent stench of blood, and the odor of rotting flesh—it was not pleasant.
The doctor was bandaging Cheng Wang with clean and efficient movements. After the nurse finished tidying up the medical waste, the doctor and nurse prepared to leave. Only Song Qingran was left in the room. Before leaving, he thoughtfully told her some precautions, which she listened to attentively.
Cheng Wang stared at that graceful figure for a long time without leaving a trace.
The door creaked shut, and she turned slightly. He calmly looked away, his long, dark eyelashes drooping, casting two long, blurry shadows in the lamplight.
"Young Master Cheng, would you like a bowl of ginger tea to warm yourself up?" The man's face was much paler than before, his handsome eyebrows drooped, and he looked listless. He wasn't ugly, but rather had a broken beauty. Song Qingran wasn't sure if he still had the strength, so she just asked tentatively.
Cheng Wang turned his head to look at her, his dark eyes flickering slightly.
[Are you going to feed me yourself? Sure, I agree.]
It was his true feeling. Song Qingran gripped the tray tightly, resolute. Although it was unbelievable, she could accept it quickly because, due to her profession, she had read many heartfelt stories before.
[What is she daydreaming about? Why isn't she feeding me yet? The tea's all cold.]
The man's expression was calm, as arrogant and carefree as ever, but his inner thoughts were... A hint of surprise flashed in Song Qingran's eyes.
She walked towards him with the ginger tea in her hand, and once again heard Cheng Wang's inner thoughts, which seemed to excite and delight her.
[To receive this kind of treatment for a minor injury, not bad at all.]
Song Qingran's thoughts became clearer, and the fog in her mind was lifted. She suddenly felt that the future was limitless. She could hear Cheng Wang's thoughts, which was equivalent to having a huge cheat code. This realization made her feel like she was walking on clouds.
She pushed the low table in the room over, placed the ginger tea on it, and pointed at it with her fingertip.
"Young Master Cheng, drink some quickly, it won't be as effective if it gets cold."
Cheng Wang frowned and remained silent for a few seconds.
In those few seconds, no thoughts came through, but Song Qingran could read the fleeting surprise and slight sigh in his eyes.
Looking at the man's tightly bandaged leg, Song Qingran broke the silence with a hint of apology: "Thank you for saving me by the lake just now. I'm also sorry for causing you trouble and aggravating your injuries."
Cheng Wang picked up the ginger tea, stirred it a few times with his well-defined fingers, took a sip, gently put it down, and raised his eyebrows slightly. "Saving my wife is the right thing to do."
The word 'wife' struck a nerve with Song Qingran. Her eyelids twitched, as if her territory had been suddenly invaded, triggering all her defenses and vigilance.
After Cheng Wang finished his ginger tea, Song Qingran absentmindedly packed up, preparing to leave.
Do you know who pushed you into the water?
A man's hoarse voice sounded behind her, and she paused in her tracks.
[They dare to bully my people? They've got some nerve!]
Song Qingran hadn't quite figured out Cheng Wang's personality and hadn't intended to make a big deal out of it, planning to settle things later. But after hearing his thoughts, her eyes lit up and she decided to tell him herself.
“I sat by the lake for a while, and He Jinzhou, the heir of the He family, saw me and came over to say hello. His wife happened to see us and misunderstood us. During the argument, I was pushed by his wife.”
The He and Song families are old friends. Song Qingran and He Jinzhou are childhood sweethearts who grew up together and got engaged after they turned eighteen. However, he later disappeared for a year. When he was found, he not only had amnesia, but also fell in love with the town girl who saved him and had twins.
The two families had a huge falling out over this back then, and the engagement ended badly. Everyone in the industry knew about it and treated it as a joke; it wasn't a secret.
After the marriage was arranged, Song Qingran's information had already been sent to the Cheng family. Cheng Wang was certainly aware of her entanglement with the He family, and he would soon find out about her falling into the water today. It was better for her to speak frankly.
After all, large families care a lot about their reputation. The fact that the Cheng family doesn't care about her past doesn't mean they can tolerate her having entanglements with other men after marriage.
Have you figured out how to punish them?
Cheng Wang's reaction was beyond Song Qingran's expectations; his eyes turned cold and unfathomable.
[Throw them into the sea for a day and a night, letting sharks chase and bite them.]
[Which hand pushed it? Break it, crush it.]
[Should I bankrupt him, or kill him...?]
The man's inner thoughts were undisguised malice, and his expression was slightly mean. However, his excellent bone structure gave him an extra charm, making him exceptionally attractive.
Seeing that his thoughts were wandering and starting to veer towards the legal topic, Song Qingran coughed twice and suggested, "It's not a big deal anyway, so why don't we let them spend some money?"
After a long silence, Cheng Wang nodded, and Song Qingran thanked him and left.
[Turns out she's a bit of a money-grubber.]
Just before leaving, Song Qingran heard this comment, and her lips twitched slightly. Who else is as lucky as him to be born into wealth, living in a treasury from birth, lacking nothing, and regarding money as dirt?
As soon as she closed the door, Song Qingran turned around and came face to face with the head of the Jin family and his wife.
Mrs. Jin saw her and, with a guilty expression, squeezed her hand tightly. "Good child, your aunt and Uncle Jin won't let you suffer this injustice for nothing. Get some rest tonight, we'll talk about the rest tomorrow..."
Song Qingran smiled gently: "Then thank you very much, Auntie and Uncle Jin."
After exchanging pleasantries, the two knocked on the door and went inside to talk to Cheng Wang. They later heard that the couple didn't leave until very late.
It was late at night, and Song Qingran couldn't stay awake any longer. She returned to the room where she had just taken a bath, and as soon as her head hit the pillow, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, she did indeed oversleep; the clock on the wall was stopped at 10 o'clock.
"Auntie, where is he?" Song Qingran took breakfast to the next room to offer her help. Putting aside the fact that he was her husband in name only, she had to take good care of him because his injuries had worsened because of her.
She searched the suite but couldn't find Cheng Wang.
The cleaning lady blinked when she heard this and said she didn't know. It didn't sound very true, perhaps because she wasn't good at lying. She kept swallowing and avoiding eye contact.
Song Qingran curled her lips and stared at her with piercing eyes. Before she could say a word, the other woman was startled and struggled to say, "Young Master Cheng told me not to say anything, just let you rest well. He, he seems to have gone to the lakeside."
What are we going to do by the lake?
Song Qingran drank a bowl of soy milk to fill her stomach, and was about to call Cheng Wang when she realized that her phone seemed to have fallen into the lake with her last night. No wonder she felt like something was missing.
She hurried to the lakeside and, from a distance, heard a noisy commotion, faintly coming from the spot where she had fallen into the water the night before.
Just as I lifted my foot, I heard the sound of a wheelchair passing by again, accompanied by a man's slightly mocking address.
"Good morning, Mrs. Cheng."
Song Qingran smiled and turned around. "Good morning, Mr. Cheng."
She stood in the shade of a tree, while he stood two meters away on a pebble-paved path. The sunlight, like a slanting dividing line, created a clash between two worlds: she was in the shadows, and he was in the light, the dappled golden light adorning his already handsome eyes.
She wanted to linger a little longer, but the cries from the lakeside grew increasingly tragic. Song Qingran pulled away from their gaze and turned to look. The next instant, her fingertips were gently hooked by the black wooden cane, drawing her gaze and her attention back.
"It's time to go back, Mrs. Cheng."
"Go back where?"
He raised an eyebrow, his tone languid, "Of course, we're going back to our home."
Cheng Wang started his wheelchair and walked towards the gate. Song Qingran hesitated for only a second before following him. After walking for a few minutes, she couldn't help but ask about the lakeside.
Cheng Wang casually replied, "Oh, maybe the Jin family has some new activities planned."
Her perfunctory words went unheard; she had already discerned the truth from his innermost thoughts.
Cheng Wang ordered his men to throw all the people who had watched the play by the lake the night before into the lake and not allow them to come ashore, including He Jinzhou and his wife.
With a light breath, Song Qingran quickened her pace and glanced at the lakeside, regretting that she had missed such a good show.
"Is Young Master Cheng helping me vent my anger? But why won't he let me go to the lake?" she probed again.
Cheng Wang's ears twitched slightly.
[What did I do in the past, stir up hatred? They just need to remember that it was me who did it. If they want revenge, come to me.]
Song Qingran hadn't expected this reason. Strange, even though she could hear his thoughts, she still didn't understand him.
"I'm sleepy, let's go home."
Cheng Wang sped up.
Song Qingran shook off the tangled mess in her mind and followed them. Under the arrangement of the Jin family, the two returned to the residential area.
After a busy day, Song Qingran finally arrived home. She casually tossed her bag onto the sofa, kicked off her high heels, changed into slippers, and was about to go back to her room when she suddenly remembered that someone was behind her.
My body stiffened, and I walked back with a headache.
"Young Master Cheng, this place is really too small, it's making you feel uncomfortable. Otherwise, I'll find you another one..."
"It's not small, just right for two people."
Cheng Wang seemed oblivious to her unspoken message. He entered the room as if he were a familiar friend, casually stretching his injured leg across the sofa, completely at ease, as if he were in his own home.
It was only at this moment that Song Qingran truly realized that she would be sharing a room with a man she barely knew for at least a week. She was used to peace and quiet, and this realization was only now beginning to make her uncomfortable.
With the living room occupied, she could only stay in her room playing on her tablet. After a while, she remembered her lost phone and realized she had to find it.
Bang! Bang!
Just as my hand touched the doorknob, there was a knock on the door.
Pushing open the door, I saw a human-sized intelligent robot looking up at its round screen.
"Master, please choose your preferred phone model." It wasn't a mechanical voice, but a soft and adorable child's voice.
She looked down and saw several new phones of different colors lying on the tray in the robot's hand, as well as her lost phone.
As he reached for his phone, the robot beeped and chuckled, then quickly turned and ran to the sofa, to Cheng Wang's feet.
It seems he prepared all of this.
Song Qingran followed the robot over, and Cheng Wang raised his chin, "Choose one."
"Can't we have both?" she said instinctively, then paused, realizing that these words didn't seem like they came out of her mouth.
The man was fiddling with a new phone in his hand. Hearing this, he glanced at her and a subtle smile appeared on his lips. "No, you must be faithful, Mrs. Cheng."
When Song Qingran first saw Cheng Wangxiao, and he was staring at her so strangely, she felt a chill creep into her body from the soles of her feet.
She remained silent, chose a new purple phone, and spent the next hour busy moving her phone.
Not long after, Secretary Zhou led a few people over to deliver things. They carried large and small bags of personal items, gradually filling her originally empty room with a rich and unfamiliar feeling.
Several times she almost couldn't bear it, but she gritted her teeth and acquiesced when she saw Cheng Wang's injured leg.
Feeling frustrated, she decided to go back to her room to avoid seeing him, when her phone suddenly rang a few times. It was a message from Cheng Wang.
After watching the video she had just received, and glancing at the handsome profile of the man on the sofa, her gloom instantly dissipated, and she even gave him a slight smile.
Never mind, people should know how to be grateful.
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