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Chapter 131: I’m Not Letting You Hug Me, I Don’t Care For It

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Seeing that, Song Chuyi also felt a little regretful. Was he too straightforward? Just as he wanted to comfort her, Changqing suddenly said, “Forget it. If I’m not shooting the drama, so be it. Maybe I’m just not fated to be a celebrity.”

“...” the corners of Song Chuyi’s lips twitched. “You’re being really lighthearted about it.”

“There’s no choice.” Changqing sighed. “The year I took the university entrance exam, my Dad went to the fortune teller and he said I shouldn’t apply for film and performance school and that I had no hopes of becoming popular. I didn’t buy it and insisted on applying. Looks like the fortune teller was right.”

“You even believe that?” Song Chuyi felt like he couldn’t carry on this conversation as his IQ would be dragged down by her. He switched on the television instead.

Changqing slid over. “Can we watch ‘Descendents of the Sun’?”

“What’s that?” Song Chuyi frowned. It seemed as though a bunch of women in the hospital had also been bringing up this television series.

“Let me do it.” Changqing took the remote control from his hand immediately. The TV in her house was connected to the internet and it was a 65 inch, high definition, super big television that made viewing enjoyable.

Song Chuyi watched for a while and wasn’t very interested, so he picked up the magazine to read again.

Beside him, Changqing kept mumbling, “Wow, Song Hye Kyo is so beautiful... how is she so beautiful... ahh ahh, how cute...”

Song Chuyi lifted his head and saw her eyes glistening. He looked at the television again and felt she was being outrageous.

He remembered that the nurses in the hospital were all discussing the male lead, but Changqing was infatuated by a woman. Was that really okay?

He took the remote control and switched the television off. It was the climax and Changqing raged. “Why did you switch it off?”

“I think your kissing skills are too bad. Now that both of us happen to have time, we should practice.” Song Chuyi leaned over towards her lips.

“Who wants to practice with you?” Seeing his enlarged, handsome face, Changqing was so nervous she didn’t know what to do. This was a huge leap—she was just watching TV earlier. “No, Auntie Zhang is still in the house...”

Song Chuyi’s thin lips paused a few millimetres away from her and he looked at her for a few seconds. He said, “Forget it, let’s not kiss. Seeing you like this, I can’t really bring myself to kiss you.”

Saying that, he stood up and just left.

Changqing was deeply hurt. She picked up the cushion on the couch and threw it at his back. “Song Chuchu, you scoundrel. I dare you to not kiss me for the rest of your life.”

Hateful, hateful, he dared to despise me.

Evil scoundrel.

In the afternoon, Auntie Zhang prepared a meal and she ate with the couple.

However, throughout the meal, Changqing had a black face and she ignored Song Chuyi when he spoke to her.

After the meal, Song Chuyi told Auntie Zhang, “I’ll get going first. Please take care of Changqing.”

“What, you’re leaving?” Changqing suddenly lifted her head from the couch. “Isn’t your work at two?”

“Aren’t you ignoring me?” Song Chuyi raised his eyebrows and mocked her.

“You’re despicable.” Changqing couldn’t deal with him anymore. Even though he was driving her crazy, she still felt weird inside. When she heard he was leaving, she was reluctant to part with him. “Then are you taking the night shift?”

“Mm.” After changing his shoes, Song Chuyi saw the woman in front of him who was watching him with a pair of moist, amorous eyes. Her gaze was the same as Robben’s every time he was preparing to leave.

He lowered his head and gave her a peck on her lips intimately.

Changqing glanced to the side nervously and realized Auntie Zhang had already left.

Song Chuyi’s lips curled up and he pulled her into a hug.

Changqing said shyly, “Didn’t you say you can’t bring yourself to kiss me with my looks right now?”

“Yeah, so I decided to just give you a hug.” Song Chuyi’s lips curled once again.

Changqing almost vomited blood and pushed him. “Then I’m not letting you hug me. I don’t care for it.”

She pouted and was obviously angry, but her words were so delicate.

Her little hands were pushing and jostling him, looking as though she didn’t mean what she said.

Song Chuyi’s body tightened. He felt as though someone threw him into a pot of oil and his body felt unbearably hot. A certain part of his body was even starting to hurt.

This little vixen...

Her face was already in this ghastly state, yet she could still be such a vixen.

He suddenly bent down and carried her up horizontally, walking upstairs.

Changqing got a shock and was afraid of falling, so she hooked her arms around his neck. “What are you doing? Aren’t you leaving?”

Song Chuyi stayed silent with a straight face, only carrying her into the room, closing the door shut with a hook of his foot then he threw her onto the bed and began to undo his belt.

Changqing realized what was going on and she hid shyly into the covers. “You gangster, what do you think you’re doing in broad daylight?”

“Guess.” Song Chuyi opened the covers and pulled her into his embrace. Changqing’s face was glued to his bare chest and she said softly with her face blushed and hot, “I don’t want to.”

That soft and bashful sentence was like a ball of fire that dropped into a pile of firewood, blazing up to a raging flame.

Song Chuyi’s clear eyes slowly became hazy.

Her looks right now were undoubtedly not beautiful, but at this moment, his eyes were entranced by her deathly seduction.

He had already forgotten why he wanted to leave early.

He lowered his head and sealed her moist lips.

Changqing held him tightly as she was afraid and at a loss for what to do.

It was the first time both of them did something like this in the middle of the day and she was really very embarrassed.

She clung to his arm while flustered and Song Chuyi said hoarsely by her ear, “Changqing, louder.”

Changqing bit her lip with embarrassment and shook her head. She was afraid Auntie Zhang would hear her.

“Don’t bite your lips—I like to hear your voice,” Song Chuyi pried her teeth open.

Changqing suddenly became like a vine, twisting and wrapping herself around him, crying softly in his embrace.

Song Chuyi’s phone, which was ringing non-stop, laid in the pocket of his trousers on the floor and he ignored it.

Changqing reminded him but he didn’t listen. It was as though he went mad and couldn’t wait to tear her apart and swallow her up.

In the Li family’s villa, Li Shaobin threw his phone aside angrily.

This Old Song was really unreliable. He said he would come over but right now, he didn’t even pick up and couldn’t be reached. What the hell was going on?

This moment of love didn’t last for too long but Changqing was exhausted. She was wet from head to toe, as though she was just fished up from the water.

Song Chuyi sat up and after putting on his clothes, he saw she was still curled up in a ball. Her dark eyelashes had some tear droplets hanging on them and her small mouth pouted as she looked at him with some resentment.

This was too much. After having her, he was going to leave just like that. There wasn’t even a hug. She felt like a tool.

Song Chuyi tucked her into the covers and crawled over to hug her from behind, kissing her lips and said gently, “Take a nap. I’m going to work.”

“Mm...” only then did Changqing feel a little better, holding on to his hand and saying with a pout, “I want a kiss too.”

Song Chuyi was astounded. At that moment, his heart felt melted inexplicably.

He lowered his head and gave her a deep kiss before leaving the villa.

Changqing fell asleep not long after he left.

When he reached Li Shaobin’s villa, Song Chuyi happened to hear Li Shaobin raging at the nanny. “Don’t keep wandering around in front of me; you’re making me dizzy and annoyed.”

Song Chuyi glanced at the nanny who looked like she was about to cry and said, “Don’t keep throwing tantrums at others when you’re in a bad mood.”

The nanny suddenly looked at him like she found her savior. “Mr. Song, you’re here.”

“Song Chuyi, what on earth were you up to? We agreed on 1:30 pm and you’re half an hour late. Do you know I’m very busy? A thirty-minute delay can cost me a few millions worth of business.” Li Shaobin was throwing a tantrum. He hated it when someone stood him up. “What have you been up to?”

“Something happened on the way and there was a hold-up.” Song Chuyi sat lazily on the couch. “How’s the thing I asked you to investigate coming along? You refused to tell me over the phone and insisted I had to come over.”

“Is it my matter or your matter?” Li Shaobin was about to faint from anger. He must’ve owed Song Chuyi something in his previous life. “Last night, I got someone to kidnap the makeup artiste.”

“Then?” Song Chuyi raised his brows. He wasn’t at all shocked. That was something Li Shaobin would do.

“She was completely in the dark,” Li Shaobin said, “But I took her cosmetic products and did a test. There was no problem with them. However, when I questioned her, she said that she felt she had a box of makeup that felt different from her previous one.”

“You believe her?” Song Chuyi asked lightly. His eyebrows were knitted tightly.

“You’re kidding me. Not everyone can endure my questioning methods.” Li Shaobin laughed coldly. “I reckon there was a problem with the previous makeup box and it’s not impossible for someone to have switched it with an identical one to destroy the evidence. Asa said herself that these few days, they’ve been in the same makeup room and when everyone gets busy, it’s inevitable that the makeup gets neglected. I think someone was trying to use her. Also, Asa said that everyone knows Fu Yu takes extra care of your wife. The people on the production team might be jealous, but they wouldn’t dare make trouble for her. Even if she grew balls, she would have never dared to do anything to Yan Changqing.”

Song Chuyi glanced at him coldly.

Li Shaobin raised his head. “Don’t look at me like that—I’m telling the truth. She even said Fu Yu got the production team to prepare the best food for Yan Changqing every day. When summer came, he even sent lychees over from time to time. He even went to look for your wife frequently. Oh, right, previously, there was a He Yongsui on the production team who was badmouthing Yan Changqing behind her back and Fu Yu gave her a warning in secret.”

He watched Song Chuyi’s expression as he spoke and when he saw that Song Chuyi’s face went from bad to worse, he felt a little delighted inside. “Aiya, Old Song, you actually don’t have to go out of your way to settle this incident. Fu Yu will handle it.”

“Are you done talking?” Song Chuyi’s temples were pulsing and he stared ruthlessly at Li Shaobin. “I got you to investigate for me, not find out about gossip.”

Li Shaobin blinked guiltily. “I went to find out some gossip so I could understand who Yan Changqing had beef with. I heard that during shooting, other than your wife’s assistant, basically none of the actors on the production team talks to your wife. In the past, there was still Guan Ying. Ever since Guan Ying left, your wife has basically been ostracized. The new female lead, Zhao Zhu, is very good at currying the favor of the people on the production team. Aiya, Old Song, your wife’s interpersonal relationships aren’t very good. Chi Yining, who’s from the same broadcasting station as her, doesn’t even talk to her.”