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nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

nThe moment Song Chuyi entered the room, that was the scene that appeared in his field of view.

nThe little girl was wearing pink pajamas with her bare feet swinging in the air; she was using the computer with one hand while simultaneously biting an apple that she was holding in her other hand. She was swaying her butt to the groovy music as well.

nThe entire scene continued until she was covered by a shadow towering over her entirely. When Changqing noticed his ghastly face above her, she was so startled that the apple in her hand dropped to the floor, and as if she had seen a ghost, she fled instantly with all her might.

nSong Chuyi grabbed onto her pajamas snappishly. Despite Changqing’s continuous efforts in moving her feet, she didn’t move a single inch from her original position. Feeling vexed and annoyed, she asked Song Chuyi. “How were you able to enter my room?”

n“Heheh…” Song Chuyi gave a sly smile while he dangled the keys to her room in front of her eyes and said, “Judging from how your Dad believed me without a doubt and passed me the keys to your room without any sort of hesitation, it appears that you often throw tantrums around the house.”

nChangqing gnashed her teeth in anger and shouted loudly, “Dad, are you really my biological Dad…”

nImmediately after that, Yan Lei, who was worried about them, and was thus leaning against the door listening to their conversation, instantly replied. “Changqing, you need to stop throwing a fit. You young couple should communicate properly if there’s any misunderstanding. Chuyi is extremely worried about you. What I did was in both of your best interests.”

nYan Lei reminisced about his youthful days when he and his wife often quarreled but never went to bed angry. Presuming that the contents of their conversation would soon become unsuitable for him to eavesdrop on, he proceeded down to the living room to watch the recently broadcast war TV series on the central television channel, feeling relaxed.

nMeanwhile, Changqing was going berserk. “What exactly did you say to my Dad?”

n“Nothing much. I simply told him you got angry because I was too busy with my job and wasn’t spending enough time by your side,” Song Chuyi replied with a sneer and suddenly lifted her up into his arms.

n“Ah, ah…” Changqing gave a blood-curdling shriek. “What are you planning to do to me? Save me! Dad!”

n“It’s pointless. You can scream until your throat’s hoarse and no one will save you,” Song Chuyi remarked as he threw her onto the bed. Changqing got up from the bed and wanted to flee. But Song Chuyi grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards him, resulting in her body pulled close to his chest again.

nWhile looking at her small face that was currently flushed red, Song Chuyi became increasingly furious. “I asked you to wait for me. But you have quite some guts. Rather than doing what I said, you tried to escape from me. Did you assume that once you were back in the Yan family house that I wouldn’t be able to do anything to you?”

nReckoning that fleeing from him wasn’t an option, Changqing unleashed the best trick she had in her book; talking in a coquettish manner, acting cute, and acting pitiful. “I didn’t have such thoughts. I was just afraid you were mad at me.”

nShe pouted, looking delicate and pitiful.

nIf this was prior to today, her act might work on Song Chuyi. However, it had no effect on him now as he was currently feeling extremely annoyed, his mind fully dwelling on why Fu Yu kept appearing in his life like a haunting ghost, and why both Guan Ying and even Changqing would like Fu Yu over him. “Do you even care that I’m mad?”

nHe sneered. “Changqing, I really believed you before when you told me you and Fu Yu had known each other since you were young. What I didn’t know, however, was that from a young age, you had your heart set on marrying him and that you declared it endlessly to everyone. Are you now regretting that you married me on such short notice? After all, with Fu Yu’s similarly powerful background, he would’ve helped you too if you slept with him for a night or if you approached him before me as your potential wedding partner.”

n“Song Chuyi! What you said was really hurtful!” Changqing cried. She was genuinely hurt by his words. The tears in her eyes weren’t crocodile tears; they were genuine tears. “Yes, you’re right! I didn’t tell you about that! But was it really my fault in omitting that part? All that happened a long time ago when I was still a child, and as a child, I was still naive. Anyway, I’m still better than you! At the very least, before I met you, I had yet to have my first love and first kiss. What about you? Although I don’t know anything about your past, when you kissed me, I could feel that you’d definitely been with a lot of women before in your life with your skillful technique.”

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