Chapter 80: I Am Her Husband, Is This Reason Sufficient 2
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Everything happened too quickly and on top of that, it was in the ladies’. Changqing was really stupefied. When she returned to her senses, Song Chuyi had already carried her up and placed her on the sink countertop.
This... this... is too open.
“... Song... Song... you... are you... still angry... Mm?”
“Yes, I’m still angry,” he said, extremely angry.
Song Chuyi thought about what Li Shaobin said just now. He stamped violent kisses all along her neck.
Until the sound of door-knocking came from outside.
“Hey, you in there. How long are you going to take? Are you done?” Someone was in a rush.
Changqing came to her senses and froze.
She had never experienced something like this and her heart was racing.
What was she doing in the toilet with Song Chuyi?
Where was her outerwear?
Changqing’s almond-shaped face was flushed red and she was at a loss.
“What to do, what to do?” She was flustered. Would they get caught?
It was the first time in her life doing something like this; how flustering.
“Say it’ll take a while more. Tell her to go to the toilet on the other side.” Song Chuyi was very calm in contrast.
Changqing looked at him and realized the face that was extremely close to her was also slightly flushed, not the cool and arrogant expression it normally was.
She finally felt a little balanced inside. To think there would be a day when Song Chuchu would be in this sorry state as well.
She spoke to the person outside with guilt.
The other party seemed to be annoyed and said something else before the sound of her heels clicked away.
Changqing let out a sigh of relief and took the opportunity to push Song Chuyi away. She covered her chest and said nervously, “I think we’ve been here for too long. I need to go out.”
Song Chuyi looked at her lustrous and shy look and every single cell in his body seemed to be howling. However, it definitely was unclean in the washroom.
He pursed his lips as silent consent.
“Can you... turn around,” Changqing said with her face burning.
Song Chuyi stared at her hands which were covering her chest tightly for a few seconds before turning around.
She covered her mouth and looked up. She coincidentally caught the deep gaze of the man in the mirror who had turned around.
Her heart beat profusely and in order to hide her embarrassment, she stared and grumbled, “Your friend will definitely guess what happened from how I look now.”
“It’s okay. You’re thinking too much. You head back to the suite first.” Song Chuyi lifted his hand and tidied up a strand of hair by her ear as he spoke in a gentle tone.
“You... you’re going to stay in the ladies? For what? To relieve yourself?” After saying that, Changqing saw him staring profoundly at her without moving and suddenly recalled that when he was kissing her just now, she seemed to have felt something poking her stomach.
She regretted speaking and wanted to tear her mouth apart but her gaze just went towards his pants disobediently.
After taking a look, she felt her legs going to jelly and even began to stutter. “Then... then... then I’ll make a move first.”
She was so fast it seemed as though there was a wolf chasing behind her.
Song Chuyi looked at the toilet door that was shut and the corners of his lips curled up helplessly.
After Changqing left the toilet, she didn’t dare return to the suite. She didn’t dare to be alone with Li Shaobin and therefore waited in the hallway outside for Song Chuyi.
In the end, Song Chuyi only came back cooly after she waited for 10 minutes. With a hand in his pocket and an aloof look, he was vastly different from what he looked like back in the ladies’.
Changqing glimpsed at his pants and silently cursed him in her heart. Men practically changed faster than women.
If she hadn’t seen it for herself, she would’ve thought he had a pure mind and no desires.
“What are you standing here for and not going in?” Song Chuyi asked with surprise.
Changqing lowered her head with embarrassment. “... A little afraid of your friend...”
“...” Song Chuyi stroked his short, black hair. “Is he that scary?”
“I’ve never interacted with someone from the underworld before.” Changqing pouted and after saying that, she felt it was inappropriate. He, after all, was Song Chuyi’s friend. “Don’t misunderstand. He helped me and I’m also very grateful to him. It’s just that I don’t know how to get along with him. It would be a little easier with you around.”
“Mm, let’s go in.” Song Chuyi wasn’t angry and put his arm around her shoulders.
In the suite, the dishes were all served.
Li Shaobin was getting a little annoyed and when he glanced at Changqing’s red lips and flushed face, he suddenly understood.
His gaze met Song Chuyi’s and the latter squinted his eyes to hint at him to not say so much.
“I thought the two of you had abandoned me and gone somewhere else to enjoy your alone time.” Li Shaobin made a dig at them apathetically.
Changqing recalled the scene in the washroom and lowered her head so much that it almost went into her bowl.
Song Chuyi leaned over to ask her without changing his expression, “Do you want some mushroom soup?”
Changqing nodded her small head.
He scooped a bowl for her. Li Shaobin flicked the ashes away and said sourly, “It seems the wind will be too strong in the afternoon and we won’t be able to go out to sea. Why don’t we go up to the mountains to soak in a hot spring?”
“Mm.” Song Chuyi nodded. “You know many people. Are there any suitable commercials you can recommend her to shoot?”
Changqing was shocked. Is Song Chuyi finally going to make use of his connections for me?
Her ears pricked up excitedly, but her mouth still uttered reservedly, “There’s no need. That... I can still work hard by myself.”
Song Chuyi took a piece of fish for her and raised his brows. “In that case, forget it.”
Changqing was stunned.
She was just being polite; she had no such intentions.
Is Song Chuchu a pig? Could he not tell?
She looked at Song Chuyi pitifully.
He didn’t look at her and was already on the topic of going to the hot springs with Li Shaobin.
Changqing could only continue drinking her soup silently. She was so regretful that her intestines were turning green.
After lunch, Li Shaobin drove her to the entrance of the broadcasting station.
When she got off, Changqing was still listless. Song Chuyi asked her, “Do you need me to pick you up at night?”
“... No.” Changqing got off without any expression.
When she entered the broadcasting station, Li Shaobin laughed hysterically. “Old Song, are you sure it’s a good idea to tease her like that?”
“Why not? I think it’s rather interesting.” A smile also appeared on Song Chuyi’s aloof face.
“But honestly, I never thought Yan Changqing was so stupid.”
The corners of Song Chuyi’s lips rose and mocked, “You’re very stupid too.”
At the broadcasting station, Changqing just returned to the office and was caught by Wen Tong. She shut the door and rolled her sleeves up, asking aggressively, “Yan Changqing, be honest with me. When did you get married and who on earth is that person? Do you still take me as your assistant? Why did you not tell me about such a big thing? Your successes and failures are closely linked to mine and for a celebrity who’s still growing, this is a big matter that concerns life and death.”
“Sister Wen, calm down, calm down.” Changqing poured her a cup of tea and told her everything that had happened these past few days truthfully.
After hearing her out, Wen Tong grabbed her arm and shook her hard. “F*ck, Yan Changqing, what luck are you rolling on in this life? A random marriage got you someone like Song Chuyi. With the Song family’s power and status, you can live life in peace for the rest of your life. Do you still need me to go around looking for commercials for you? Just one word from your husband and others would curry your favour and beg you to shoot with them. Also, Boss Feng would have to hug your leg and call you his ancestor when he sees you in future. Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Why, why?”
“Stop shaking me. I’m getting dizzy.”
Changqing recalled the “forget it” Song Chuyi said in the afternoon and her heart was still aching. If Wen Tong knew about it, she would definitely beat her up.
“Also, I went to find out about that friend of Song Chuyi’s after I left Yu Qiong. Do you know who he is? Li Shaobin?” Wen Tong said agitatedly.
Changqing blinked. “I know. He mixes around in the underworld.”
“He isn’t a normal person from the underworld,” Wen Tong said, “He’s someone who rules both the underworld and the political world. His big brother runs a securities company and his second brother is an official in a province. Li Shaobin has men everywhere. Just one word from him and even God wouldn’t dare to do anything to him. Since Song Chuyi has a friend like that, no matter who you don’t see eye to eye to in Northern City next time, you can give him a slap and he wouldn’t even dare to let out a fart. Changqing, you must definitely take me along when you act clueless and soar.”
“Don’t forget how I followed you all these years quietly. I knew you were pretty and would definitely marry a man both rich and powerful.”
Wen Tong held onto her hand tightly.
The corners of Changqing’s mouth twitched. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Your change is too fast. You were still saying how I was good for nothing and I wouldn’t be able to attract a single man.”
“That was my mistake; I was wrong. I was blind to the facts.” Wen Tong gave her a big kiss. “Did you tell Song Chuyi? To ask him to help you?”
Changqing coughed softly. “Actually, we’re just married because of business relations. We have no love as a foundation and he didn’t say he would help me and I’m rather embarrassed to bring it up. Besides, Guan Ying was his ex-girlfriend and he didn’t even help Guan Ying’s career. Perhaps he never wanted to get involved...”
“That’s not the same. Guan Ying is his ex-girlfriend while you’re his wife. Can a wife be compared to an ex-girlfriend?” Wen Tong said seriously, “Listen to me, go back and coax your Master Song. If he wants you to warm his bed then you go warm his bed. If he wants to vent, you just take off your clothes and let him vent however he wants. I guarantee that he’ll be captivated and infatuated with you. If you tell him to go east, he’ll go east. If you tell him to go west, he’ll go west.”
Hearing that, Changqing blushed. “Can you not be so dirty-minded?”
“This is nothing. You’re a couple and nothing else,” Wen Tong said in a weird tone, “Don’t tell me the two of you haven’t done that yet?”
Changqing turned around. “Please, I’m not that kind of wanton person.”
“Why did I follow such an unmotivated boss?” Wen Tong’s head ached. “Song Chuyi is quite handsome. Didn’t you see the way he carried you in the afternoon? That was particularly manly. Also, he isn’t very loud but is particularly powerful and imposing. If I were you, I would be so jealous.”
“Alright, alright, I’m actually fine now. Isn’t there still a drama to shoot? You also said yourself that this serial would definitely be popular. When I get popular, there will definitely be offers coming in,” Changqing comforted her, saying, “Sometimes, we cannot rely too much on men. If you keep relying on them, they’ll belittle us, women...”
“But...”
“This matter is an absolute secret, say no more. I have to get ready to record the program,” Changqing interrupted her.
Today, there were many guests on “Challenge to the End.” Changqing played a few games with them and by the time they finished recording the program, she was already exhausted.
At night, there was a gathering and singing session.
Everyone was eager to offer a toast to Changqing to congratulate her on her new drama.
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Chapter 81: I Guarantee You’ll Be So Drunk That Mr. Song Has To Carry You Away
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Although Changqing had good alcohol tolerance, the way she drank also made her head spin. Zuo Qian stepped up and said, “If she drinks anymore, I think Changqing will get drunk. I’ll drink the rest on her behalf.”
Director Liang smiled seemingly. “Teacher Zuo takes very good care of our Changqing as always.”
“She was brought up by me, so I should care for her.” Zuo Qian looked at Changqing with a gentle smile in his eyes.
Changqing stroked her head with embarrassment and escaped his line of sight quickly. “I’m going to sing. Tonight, I want to Sing Teresa Teng’s ‘Sweet Honey’.”
Zheng Yan teased, “Who are you going to be sweet as honey with?”
“None of your business.” Changqing pulled a face at her.
The crowd burst into laughter.
Changqing sang seriously. Her voice was very sweet.
After singing “Sweet Honey,” she sang “Warm” and “Turbo.”
Zhu Jia from the video department was on pretty good terms with Changqing usually and laughed, saying, “Hey, hey, hey, you have to give us the chance to sing some songs too.”
“Keep it down. I still have ‘I Like You’ to sing.” Changqing waved her hands.
Zhu Jia teased, “Yo, who do you like?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Changqing pouted at her.
Zheng Yan said sneakily from behind, “Changqing is very amped up today—she usually either sings ‘Lonely Love Song’ or ‘Wait Until Flowers Wither.’ Today’s song choices are a complete change. Wen Tong, you follow Changqing around every day. Tell me honestly—is she in love?”
Zuo Qian tightened his grip on his wine glass in the dark and was also staring at Wen Tong.
Wen Tong really wanted to boast about the fact that Song Chuyi was Changqing’s husband but Changqing told her to keep it a secret before, so she held it in and shook her head. “I don’t think so. She’s only been filming recently.”
“Oh, I know.” Zhu Jia slapped her thigh. “It must be Fu Yu. I heard Fu Yu personally picked Changqing up when she returned to Northern City.”
“No wonder. Changqing is really lucky.” Director Liang narrowed his eyes and looked at Changqing with a different gaze. It seemed like he wanted to curry her favor.
“I’m going to the washroom.” Zuo Qian couldn’t hold it in anymore and left the suite.
“Aye, do you guys think Teacher Zuo likes Changqing...” Someone started bravely.
Changqing sang until her throat felt sore before letting someone else have the microphone.
She drank a sip of water and rested, pouncing on Zheng Yan, who was playing with her phone at the side. “What are you looking at?”
“I’m bored so I’m just looking at horoscope predictions.” Zheng Yan was suddenly excited. “You are a Pisces, right? Let’s take a look at yours. Wow, Changqing, this is incredible. This week is the best out of the entire year for your love life. You’ll have many romances and it’s very likely that a man like Prince Charming will confess to you, but beware of bad love affairs. If you don’t deal with them well, they might end up worse.”
“Really?” Changqing poked her head over and was dazed.
Could the Prince Charming who would confess to her be Song Chuyi?
Thinking about it, Song Chuyi was the Prince Charming of Prince Charmings. Although he was a little aloof and sometimes a little too much and had a high libido, he was still very, very handsome.
Right—he kissed her for a very long time today. Could it be that he would confess to her in these next few days?
That wouldn’t be possible—wasn’t Guan Ying the one Song Chuyi liked?
However, the two of them were already married and were living under the same roof. Perhaps he was also a little fond of her.
It seemed as though there was no one else aside from Song Chuyi He must be the one.
Thinking of that fiery scene in the ladies’ today, Changqing couldn’t help but cup her burning little face with her hands. Would Song Chuchu kiss her again when she returned tonight?
A man and a woman, alone at home. She better be careful still. She still wasn’t mentally prepared. Besides, if Song Chuchu didn’t agree to get divorced in a year, she would never let anything happen between them.
“Who are you thinking about, smiling so stupidly?” Zheng Yan made eyes at her.
“Not telling you.” Changqing snorted and turned around to look for Wen Tong. “My dear Sister Wen, I have a question for you.”
“Speak.” Wen Tong knew she was going to ask a silly question just by seeing how silly she looked.
Changqing blinked her amorous eyes, asking, “Do you think I’m pretty?”
Wen Tong made a gagging expression and said, “You’re gorgeous—so pretty that I don’t want to work with anyone else after being with you.”
“Fake, but I like it.”
Song Chuyi just came out from the hot spring and checked his phone. There was a new post on Weibo. Changqing was acting cute with a pout while holding a cup of alcohol. The caption was: “Someone finally said I’m pweedy today.”
It seemed as though the post was just uploaded, but there were already a few hundred comments.
Oh My Mum: “Goddess, you’re the prettiest in my heart.”
BB Loves You: “Goddess, you’re being stupid again.”
Song Chuyi commented: “Shameless.”
After around half an hour, he thought about it and gave Changqing a call. The phone rang for a while before a woman’s voice came through over the noisy background. However, it wasn’t Changqing. “Mr. Song?”
“You are?” Song Chuyi frowned.
“I’m Changqing’s assistant. Changqing went to the washroom and left her phone behind,” Wen Tong said.
“Then get her to call me back when she returns,” Song Chuyi said lightly.
“Well... she had a drop too much and is a little drunk. I’m not sure if she can return your call,” Wen Tong said hesitantly.
Song Chuyi was silent for a while before asking, “Where are you guys singing?”
“Li Xiang Lan.”
“I’ll pick her up in an hour’s time. Take good care of her.”
“Sure, sure.”
Wen Tong hung up the phone and happened to see Changqing returning from the washroom, walking towards her. “Why did you take my phone?”
“Song Chuyi called you and I picked up. I said you’re drunk and he said he’ll pick you up in an hour.” Wen Tong made eyes at her and smiled naughtily.
“What?” Changqing stamped her foot anxiously. “What nonsense did you spout? I’m not drunk.”
“You’re not drunk now, but you will be after a while. Come, come, come, let me drink a few more cups with you. I guarantee you’ll be so drunk that Mr. Song will have to carry you away.” Wen Tong pulled her to the drinking table.
“Wen Tong, you’re really unscrupulous just so I can take the top position. Why do I have an assistant like you?” Changqing complained.
“Who am I doing it for? Isn’t it still all for you?” Wen Tong filled her glass solicitously. “Besides, do you dare say you don’t have any feelings for Song Chuyi? I don’t believe that. Look at how you followed him submissively like a fool this afternoon. A man has to be seized. If you neither hold onto him nor take any initiative, no matter how much the man likes you, he’ll be easily taken away by someone. Just look at your childhood sweetheart—that’s the best example.”
After finishing her piece, she placed the cup before her. “Drink.”
Changqing was coerced by the evil force and could only drink obediently.
Wen Tong poured red wine for her. After drinking a bottle on top of what she had before, Changqing finally felt like she was in the clouds, like she was floating, and could only hear Wen Tong saying by her ear, “Red wine has a nice fragrance. You can’t drink baijiu or beer because the smell in your mouth will be too foul and men won’t want to kiss you.”
“Oh, oh...” Changqing nodded her head furiously like a fool.
“Wen Tong, why did you make her drink so much?” Zuo Qian, who had been pulled aside by someone to chat, finally managed to free himself and asked with a frown as he walked over.
“I didn’t make her drink. She wanted to drink herself. Changqing’s in a very good mood today,” Wen Tong lied without changing her expression. “It’s okay. She doesn’t get drunk often anyway and she doesn’t have work tomorrow morning.”
Zuo Qian looked at Changqing, who was drunk and laughing foolishly, and a strong sourness surged in his heart along with a little jealousy. He was getting increasingly afraid that other men could take advantage of that foolishness and naivety at any time. “Wen Tong, tell me the truth—is she in a relationship with Fu Yu?”
Wen Tong sighed,.”Zuo Qian, truth be told, the pressure and competition at the station is huge. If it wasn’t for you, Changqing wouldn’t even be where she is today. I understand your feelings but it’s difficult for the two of you. If you insist on being together, this would pose a problem to the advancement of both your careers. There would be opposition from the station and when the time comes, one of you would have to leave.”
“I can leave. Changqing can stay,” Zuo Qian said resolutely.
“Don’t be silly. Everyone knows about your relationship with Zhang Zixin from four years ago. Zhang Zixin could be considered a veteran actress in the industry now and she has a lot of fans. If you got together with Changqing, Zhang Zixin’s fans would definitely attack her. I think you have to look for someone outside of this industry or someone even more popular than Zhang Zixin. Don’t ever say you like Changqing. If you do, it’ll be awkward for everyone,” Wen Tong said sincerely and looked him in the eye. “Furthermore, Changqing only views you as her teacher.”
Zuo Qian felt an unbearable blunt pain on the left side of his chest.
Nobody would know the feeling of loving someone yet being unable to say it better than him.
When did he start liking Changqing?
At first, he just thought she was pure and unscheming. It was enjoyable and relaxing being around her. After days of interaction, he started to look forward to the days when they had to shoot together at the station. Seeing her made him feel warm and sweet inside and he felt happy and relaxed.
After that, he began to enjoy staying at the station more and more, looking forward to the shoots every week more and more because that was the only time he could see her.
However, slowly, he felt unsatisfied with just seeing her. He wanted to hold her hands, go on dates with her and grow old with her.
The old Zuo Qian, before he was 33 years old, never thought about the three words “growing old together.”
But now, he just wanted to take care of her for the rest of his life.
To let her live healthily under his wings like a little sun forever.
Zuo Qian lit up a cigarette bitterly and sat quietly at the side looking at Changqing. Perhaps it was better that she was drunk; that way, he could also gaze at her without worry.
At 11:20 pm, Song Chuyi called and it was still Wen Tong who picked up. “I’m here. I’m at the underground carpark.”
“Alright, I’ll send her over.” Wen Tong returned to the suite and greeted everyone, saying that Changqing’s family had come to pick her up.
“I’ll go with you.” Zuo Qian stood up.
“No need, no need. There are too many eyes looking. If she gets caught being supported by a big man like you, what would it say?” Wen Tong rejected him.
Zuo Qian clenched his fist and couldn’t say anything.
Wen Tong supported the drunk and dazed Changqing as they took the elevator down. A black Jaguar stopped quietly.
Song Chuyi got out from the backseat and took the woman as limp as a snake into his arms. His handsome face frowned. “How did she drink so much?”
“Everyone was toasting her to congratulate her on her new drama. I’ll have to trouble Mr. Song to look after her.” Wen Tong noticed that although the man looked impatient, there was gentleness in his eyes and she felt relieved.
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