Two-Faced Husband, Have Some Decency!

Qi Chengzhi was still holding Song Yu’s hands, even once they were in the car. He placed her hand on his thigh. Beneath the fabric of his long pants were his supple muscles.

Her palm was warm from the forceful, surging heat of his thigh, and his broad palm.

From time to time, he would rub the center of her palm. Song Yu felt ticklish, but she neither dared let out a sound nor move a single muscle. She held it all in because she was afraid that he would say all kinds of lewd and suggestive things.

Recalling Yu Keyao’s sudden change of expression earlier, she asked him, “When did you come into the café?”

Qi Chengzhi glanced at her with a deadpan expression, making Song Yu feel even more curious.

How much of their conversation did he hear for him to have such an unnatural reaction?

“Tell me!” she urged, pinching his thigh. Her fingers did not find purchase, as his thigh was lean and firm. The most she could manage was a gentle press.

Qi Chengzhi was extremely wary of letting her stir up trouble near his most sensitive area. He gripped her hand, rubbing it, before saying in his rich voice, “I heard you warn Yu Keyao not to call me Big Brother Chengzhi.”

Song Yu tilted her head downward and peeked at him in embarrassment. It was only natural that she blushed.

She was not afraid that he would be angry, neither did she feel guilt. Her blush was one born out of the embarrassment of getting caught in an act of jealousy. Looking back on the words she had earlier said, she felt she had been too overbearing.

“You’re the one who attracted such a distasteful person,” she grumbled, pouting in dissatisfaction.

With a sudden jerk of the steering wheel, Qi Chengzhi parked the car. They were now parked by the side of the road.

Song Yu was unable to react in time. His sudden action made her think he was angry. But, as she was about to protest, his shadow fell upon her.

Qi Chengzhi pressed her down and kissed her pouting lips.

His warm tongue parted her lips and darted in. Song Yu let out a muffled sound but did not resist his advances.

They were still on the side of the road. “Did he park the car to kiss me?”

“Isn’t he a bit extreme in following his desires?”

His violent kisses left no part of her lips untouched. Satiated, he broke free and placed his hands on the back of her seat, his ragged breaths flowing past her.

Her soft, red lips lay parted, giving her an innocent yet beguiling look.

Unable to control himself, Qi Chengzhi lowered his head and began giving her tiny kisses. He started from the corner of her mouth, traveling to the center of her lips, then proceeding to the other corner. He whispered, while his lips were still brushing hers, “Seeing you pout makes me want to devour your lips.”

Song Yu was about to explode from his shameless ministrations. Even his words were salacious, and he was being more direct than he ever was before.

“Stop fooling around.” She poked him and blushed. Since she was so close to him, her lips brushed against his when she spoke.

“I’m not fooling around,” he replied, kissing her lips a couple more times. His fingers crept beneath her clothes as he spoke.

“The police are gonna give you a ticket!” Song Yu exclaimed, blushing. She could feel the familiar haze as if an electrical current was coursing through her body.

“Then kiss me,” Qi Chengzhi whispered, his voice low and husky.

Hearing her admonish Yu Keyao at the café earlier had neither angered him nor lowered his opinion of her. On the contrary, he had felt proud by her show of anger.

She had been unaware of her warrior-like demeanor, as she defended her claim with a burning ferocity.

Anyone who wanted to steal him away would have to face her wrath first.

He found this side of her to be especially endearing.

She had never displayed such a reaction when she had been betrothed to Qi Chengji. She had not even emitted such ferocity whilst she had been in love with Jian Yi.

She was only like this with him. It was a testament to her love for him. It was proof that she had carved him deep into her heart.

The happiness that Qi Chengzhi felt was indescribable. Every cell in his body fizzled with happiness. He hated that he could not recline her seat and take her. He desired to hear her call him hers.

Song Yu was unable to move because he would not. His thin lips pressed hard on hers, so all she could do was hold and kiss him in turn.

“Start the car. Let’s go home first, okay,” she blushed. Her voice, lodged in her heart, was almost a whisper. She could barely hear herself.

He pressed against her lips and let out a guttural chuckle. It sounded like the echoing vibrations of a Guqin, low and beautiful.

“Can’t take it anymore? You want it too?” he teased.

“Shameless! I want to go home and eat!” Song Yu retorted. His teasing laughter told her that he did not believe a word she had said, and his usual austere features now took on a radiant petulance.

Song Yu could not help but giggle. She kissed him once more, marveling in the realization that, even if she were to turn the world over, she would never find one such as he.

His handsome and solemn expression took on a childlike youthfulness when he smiled. Likewise, his cavalier disposition dissipated the moment he spoke, his sacrilegious words betraying him.

Between passionate kisses, he guided her hand to his erect member. His voice was hoarse as he whispered in her ear. “Since I can’t take it anymore, you’ll be the one who’s going to bear it all when we get back!”

Song Yu choked. She was unable to pull away from his shaft. Her palm, a deep red, felt as if it had been set ablaze.

“Don’t fool around. Can you drive like this?” Song Yu became worried. She had not anticipated such an extreme reaction, not when they this far from home.

“Would you like to help me?” asked Qi Chengzhi, anchoring her hand to him.

Song Yu’s face turned completely red, and she grabbed his wrist to prevent him from any further encouragements. In the end she was able to break free of him. Pushing him away, she said, “Just drive!”

The drive home made her consider, twice, driving herself. It would be even more troublesome if he decided to get all frisky later on.

Qi Chengzhi locked her in a tight, rocking embrace. Inhaling her scent, he buried his head in her neck. After he had had his fill, he set her free.

Once seated, he refastened his seat belt. Although, it took him quite a while before he was able to calm the raging fire and drive away.

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Finally, they reached the house. As Song Yu opened the door, Qi Chengzhi restlessly stood behind her, grazing her body.

Aunt Yang had been cooking when they entered.

Qi Chenzhi kept close to her as she walked in. He hugged her from behind and kissed her, straining to do so due to the awkward angle. He licked the corner of her lips, before cupping her face and kissing her.

Song Yu did not even have the chance to take off her shoes when she felt him pick her up. He cupped her derriere as he pushed himself between her thighs. His other hand pressed the back of her head and he began kissing with heightened intensity.

“Ahem!” came an awkward cough. It was not a sound that would normally be heard at home. Startled, Song Yu jumped, knocking Qi Chenzhi to the ground in her panic.

Song Yu turned and spotted a group of people standing there since God-knows-when. Yan Beicheng, Qi Chenglin, and Chu Zhaoyang were there, and Qi Chenglin was even covering Qi Youxuan’s eyes.

“Why are all of you here?” Qi Chengzhi was still holding on to Song Yu’s waist refusing to let go. The group just had to be there when the couple was having some fun getting it on. Qi Chengzhi’s looked infuriated, albeit he did not seem ashamed getting caught.

On the other hand, Embarrassment filled Song Yu, and she dared not even lift her head. She felt so undignified and so ashamed that she did not know what to do. She did not even have the courage to look at them. So, she looked down, grabbed both her and Qi Chengzhi’s slippers, and proceeded to slip them on.

Qi Chengzhi then took off his shoes, which Song Yu placed into the shoe cabinet.

“Sir, Miss, you’re back!” Aunt Yang brought out some tea. Qi Chengzhi counted the cups and noticed that there were an extra two.

“With nothing to do tonight, us bros got together and decided to come here for some games,” Yan Beicheng said. He looked pleased as his eyes darted from Song Yu to Qi Chengzhi. “We’re always at my place, the Red Roof Club. It doesn’t feel meaningful anymore. So, since everyone was curious about how you two are living together, we wanted to come by and have a look.”

The doorbell rang as soon as he completed his sentence. Before Qi Chengzhi could wonder who it was, Yan Beicheng proclaimed, “I’m guessing that’s Wei Ziqi and the family.”

Qi Chengzhi cocked an eyebrow. These people barged into his house without having the decency to give him a heads up. Not only that, everyone from the group was here.

Since he was standing right at the door, he turned to open it.

Wei Ran pushed in a baby stroller, holding little Muche. Wei Ziqi came in next, holding little Muran in one hand and a bottle of cranberry juice for the kids in his other.

Aunt Yang took the bottle from him and said to Qi Chengzhi, “Young Master Yan wants to have hotpot. He even brought the pot and all the ingredients.”

Qi Chengzhi glanced at the kitchen and saw a copper hotpot on the dining table. Also present was a mountain of fresh food laid out on the table. He stifled a groan and pulled Song Yu into the room to change.

“I don’t think we came at the right time!” Qi Chenglin wanted to take a smoke, but he remembered that there were kids there. Knowing that Wei Ziqi was a slave to children, Qi Chenglin retracted his hand after touching the cigarettes.

“Qi Chengzhi attacked Sis Xiao Yu from behind like that! His eagerness is frightening. Say, what do you think he’s turned into after holding himself back for so many years?” Yan Beicheng remarked while turning to Chu Zhaoyang. “Lao Chu, are you still gonna put off settling down? You might become even scarier than Qi Chengzhi in the future.”

By then, Qi Youxuan and little Muran were playing with little Muche. They were no longer in the vicinity, so Yan Beicheng did not have to worry about them hearing what he said.

Chu Zhaoyang shot him a cold stare and laughed sarcastically. “Ha-ha.”

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Qi Chengzhi and Song Yu changed into their house clothes and came down. Aunt Yang had already set up the pot and filled it with different soups, giving it a Yin-Yang appearance. The rest of the fresh ingredients were laid nicely on the table.

Qi Youxuan took a cup of cranberry juice from Aunt Yang and drank a mouthful. Then he smacked and licked his lips, staining them red.

“Uncle, Auntie, my kindergarten’s having springtime Sports Day tomorrow. I already told Great-Grandpa and Great-Grandma to come. They said they would. Do you want to come, too?” Qi Youxuan’s large black puppy eyes stared at them, full of hope and anticipation.

Qi Youxuan was an easy child. He signed up for the relay race, and his most vicious opponent was a boy named Dai Zhiyao, who was from another class. Dai Zhiyao was the most handsome boy in that class, and many of the girls in the kindergarten liked him. It would not only be friends and family who supported him, but all those girls combined. They would cheer him on like a cheer-leading squad.

Therefore, the first plan of action Qi Youxuan had was to suppress the opposition with a show of force.

An ordinary kid would probably only bring their parents. However, Qi Youxuan’s believed that, if he were to call his entire family over, their presence would definitely be felt.

It was a pity, though, that his fourth uncle would not be available. Otherwise, a battalion would be present to crush his opponent and hand him the victory.

If the Qi family elders did not attend Song Yu definitely would. How could she resist Qi Youxuan’s imploring gaze?

However, she was not on good terms with the family. Save for Grandmother Qi, the last time she had seen any of them was at the wedding.

Speaking of which, Qi Chengyue blamed Song Yu for every single mishap that had happened during the wedding. Furthermore, it was certain that Qi Zhongxun and his wife would not be looking forward to meeting her again.

Qi Youxuan being their grandson made Song Yu hesitant. She looked at Qi Chengzhi, seeking his approval.

Qi Chengzhi did the unexpected and nodded with gusto. “We’ll be there tomorrow.”

“We’ll be there too. Muran didn’t participate in anything, so it will be like a family outing,” Wei Ziqi said.

Little Muran was in the same kindergarten as Qi Youxuan, but she was junior to him.

Qi Youxuan drank some juice and looked at Muran, while still clutching the cup. “Do you know Dai Zhiyao from Class Three of the International Division?”

Muran was eating a piece of beef that Wei Ziqi had fed her. It was still rather hot, so her face was flushed and she exhaled in short bursts to cool her mouth. She heard Qi Youxuan’s question, but only nodded.

“Do you think he’s handsome?” Qi Youxuan asked, blinking.

Muran swallowed the beef and shook her head. “He’s not as handsome as my dad.”

Qi Youxuan scratched his head in distress as he looked at Wei Ziqi’s unpleasant face. When he looked back down, he noticed that Qi Chenglin had given him a bowlful of vegetables. Not a single piece of meat was in sight. He formed his tiny hand into a fist and snapped, “Dad! I’m a growing boy. You can’t always feed me vegetables! I need all the protein from meat so I’ll grow up to be tall and handsome!”

“You’ll get more nutrients if you eat vegetables, otherwise you’ll grow horizontally into a short and fat boy.” Qi Chenglin did not hold back when criticizing his child.

Nevertheless, Qi Chenglin knew that Qi Youxuan liked prawns, so he gave him a few, as well as some pieces of meat. It was best to give him a more varied diet, and Qi Chenglin reminded him to drink less juice.

“I’m competing in a relay race tomorrow. Don’t forget to come and support me!” Qi Youxuan turned to Muran and said. His words were incomprehensible, though, since his cheeks were stuffed.

“We’ll come and sit with you tomorrow,” Wei Ran smiled.

Qi Youxuan smiled contentedly, knowing that his cheer-leading team had expanded.

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The next day, Qi Chengzhi brought Song Yu to the kindergarten so they could meet up with Qi Chenglin and Qi Youxuan. Song Yu felt anxious throughout the journey. She worried that her presence would cause strife amongst the Qi family, and ruin their family outing.

The entrance to the kindergarten was blocked by cars by the time they arrived.

Due to the fame it had acquired, the kindergarten’s International Division attracted many people. Apart from the usual politicians, businessmen, and upperclassmen, there were quite a few celebrities who attended. They all enrolled their children into the kindergarten, and every single one of them was fluent in English.

As they walked toward the kindergarten entrance, Qi Youxuan’s familiar voice called out, “Uncle! Auntie!”

Looking in the direction of the voice, one could see Qi Youxuan waving at them with his little hands. He was in his sports attire and had a jacket on.

Qi Zhongxun and Qi Zhongliang had sour expressions on, and the same could be said of their wives. Moments earlier, Qi Youxuan had insisted on waiting by the entrance, saying that there were still a few people who had not arrived. The elderly Qi couple waited inside, since they couldn’t stand for long hours.

Hearing Qi Youxuan’s shouts, they saw that Qi Chengzhi was coming over while holding Song Yu’s hand.

Fortunately for everyone, Jian Yi and Qi Chengyue were away on their honeymoon. Otherwise, Qi Chengyue might have made a fuss if she had seen the two of them there.

Qi Zhongliang and Xia Wenna’s attitude toward Song Yu had improved a little. This was because Xia Wenna had told her husband the truth behind the Song family’s bankruptcy.

In fact, both Qi Zhongliang and Xia Wenna had been on very good terms with Song Donglin and Yu Qianying in the past. Song Donglin was a man of virtue and honesty, so Qi Zhongliang had been quite willing to befriend him.

They did not reject Song Yu outright, now that they knew the truth, but they still felt awkward facing her.

“Oh, Song Yu! Hehe, we didn’t know you’re coming,” Guan Liya giggled, somewhat sarcastically, “Why didn’t you give us a heads up?”

“Grandma, I was the one who asked Uncle and Auntie to come.” Qi Youxuan’s chubby hands tugged at Guan Liya’s shirttail. When Guan Liya finally looked at him, he continued, “They came to support me during the competition. The more support I have, the better.”

Guan Liya forced a smile and patted Qi Youxuan’s head without speaking further.

Considering how much Qi Chengyue hated Song Yu, Guan Liya’s opinion on her had been formed by her daughter. Then there was the wedding incident, so, in her heart, she was displeased with Song Yu.

“Let’s go. Dad and Mom are waiting for us inside.” Qi Zhongliang’s did not seem too pleased. He did not smile, but neither did he ask Song Yu to leave. He simply shot Qi Chengzhi a glance and walked away.

Seeing as Qi Zhongliang did not say anything, both Qi Zhongxun and Guan Liya felt that it would be inappropriate for them to comment.

Everyone then began walking into the kindergarten. Qi Youxuan, who was holding Qi Chenglin’s hand, turned and looked at Song Yu in excitement. “Auntie, did you notice anything different about me today?”

Song Yu, though preoccupied with her effect on the Qi family, had noticed something was different with Qi Youxuan the instant she had seen him.

His soft, straight, short hair was combed up with the help of pomade. Part of his hair was sticking up like a mohawk, though not as exaggerated. It was a stylish hairstyle that suited him well.

“You changed your hairstyle?” Song Yu smiled and asked.

“The saloon did it for me this morning.” Qi Youxuan showed off, raising his fair and plump hand to slick back his hair. He did this several times. “Don’t I look handsome?”

“Very handsome.” Song Yu smiled and nodded. She did not shower him with empty praise; it was a fact that the Qi family was blessed with handsome men. From Qi Chengzhi to Qi Chengji, and even the deceased Qi Chengze, the Qi family’s young men were all very handsome.

From her perspective, Qi Chenglin only narrowly lost to Qi Chengzhi in appearance. And, since Qi Youxuan was the former’s son, he was still a very handsome kid, if not slightly on the chubby side.

“I think so, too.” Qi Youxuan looked down, feeling shy. His head was bent, and he smiled shyly. “When I run later, won’t I be a handsome hunk who runs like the wind?”