Chapter 297: Bully My Wife

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

“I can understand how she feels,” Changqing said empathetically. “In the past, our high school and university had military training. I loved our military training uniform and would wear it every day, even at home.”

Song Chuyi scoffed. “Luckily you didn’t go to the army.”

Changqing chuckled. “I don’t want to join the army. I’d be so tan. I prefer sun-tanning by the beach in a swimsuit.”

“Sure, I’ll let you suntan all you want when we go to the Maldives.” Song Chuyi found her funny.

After sending her to the door of the Yan Household, Song Chuyi wasn’t in a rush to out of the car. He hugged her for a while in the car.

Changqing lay in his embrace, as though the two were still in their honeymoon period.

She and Song Chuyi skipped the dating process in their relationship and jumped straight into marriage, but their reluctance to part at her doorstep these few days made her feel like they weren’t married but were dating.

A couple who had just fallen in love with each other.

A couple who would be reluctant to part every moment.

“The road is a little slippery due to the weather these few days. You have to be careful when you drive.” Changqing reminded him time and again.

“Mm.”

The next day, Song Chuyi and Rong Chang drove to the old residence. Changqing had rehearsals at the broadcasting station every day and was exhausted from morning till night. However, just at that time, a photo was leaked onto the internet.

It was a photo from the day of the red carpet. She had fallen on the floor with Zhang Zixin and Zhao Zhu standing by the side.

Although this matter had blown over for a period of time on the internet and people stopped commenting, the revelation of this photo proved the people who bullied Changqing were Zhang Zixin and Zhao Zhu that night.

The fans who believed in Zhang Zixin previously got slapped in their faces. Many people on the internet were saying that Zhang Zixin had fooled them with her pretense. All of a sudden, the reputation and fame that Zhang Zixin had accumulated over the years sent her to rock bottom.

While Changqing was resting during the break from the program shoot, everyone was discussing this matter.

Zheng Yan said, “I really didn’t expect Zhang Zixin to be such a person. Changqing, why didn’t you tell me when I asked you before?”

“What would be the point in saying? I had no evidence and would instead be attacked by Zhang Zixin’s fans.” Changqing continued to memorize her lines with the script in her hands. There were still several parts she wasn’t familiar with.

“Zhang Zixin is done for this time,” Zhu Jia said. “She comes to the station frequently and honestly, I was so done with her pretending to be so high and mighty. Aye, I also heard she’s broken up with Teacher Zuo—is it true?”

“I don’t know.” Changqing recalled the words Teacher Zuo said to her and reminded them, “We should keep our volume down in case Teacher Zuo hears us.”

“True. But it must’ve been hard on Teacher Zuo to tolerate this kind of person.” Zheng Yan suddenly nudged Changqing. “The person who uploaded this photo must’ve wanted to do Zhang Zixin in secretly. Tell me honestly—was it your husband?”

“No way. I didn’t hear him mention anything about it.” Changqing shook her head.

However, she was still a little suspicious inside. She found some time to call Song Chuyi. “Did you get someone to leak the photo of Zhang Zixin?”

“Mm.” Song Chuyi acknowledged it lightly. “I couldn’t just let it pass like that when she bullied my wife.”

The rims of Changqing’s eyes became warm. She felt that his words sounded cool and smug. “Chuchu, you’re the best.”

Song Chuyi’s chest heated up from Changqing’s soft words. He steadied himself and said, “I have my flaws too.”

“I know,” Changqing grumbled delicately. “You have a ton of bad habits, but I just like them.”

Song Chuyi could suddenly feel that he was starting to lose his focus again. He couldn’t go on conversing with her anymore. “Alright, I’m driving. Let’s talk a little later.”

“Where are you going? When are you coming back?” Although she knew she should hang up, Changqing still threw a question out.

“There’s an old town near the old residence. My mom said she wanted to walk around there and we’ll be staying there tonight.”

Changqing was jealous the moment she heard that. “Hmph, you’re going out to play every day while I have to work my ass off. You’ll have to bring a present back for me.”

“Sure.”

After hanging up, Changqing was still glum.

Wen Tong walked in and rolled her eyes. “You’re doing fine in your career and love life. Zhang Zixin’s reputation is also gone. What are you pulling a face for?”

“Chuchu went out to travel; I want to go too.” Changqing pouted.

“Stop acting cute in front of me and go to your rehearsal.” Wen Tong pulled her little ear.

“You’re pulling my ear? I’ll tell my husband to fire you.”

“Aiyo, you’ve gotten bolder. So what if you have a husband? Only an assistant like me can stand you.”

On the 23rd, Song Chuyi and Rong Chang returned. Changqing was too busy and when she rushed over, she only just made it in time to send Rong Chang off.

“Why don’t you stay for a while more? You can leave after the New Year.” Changqing had yet to spend quality time with this mother-in-law. She wanted to get into Rong Chang’s good books and get Rong Chang to give her tips on style and dressing.

“In any case, I’ll still be back for your wedding,” Rong Chang said to Changqing with a smile. “When I get back to Europe, I will design a set of gowns for your wedding and also your wedding dress.”

“Really?” Changqing was overjoyed from the sudden favor. She would probably be the only person in China who would receive a wedding dress personally designed by Rong Chang.

“Of course. You can also come to Europe to play. I have to board the plane now.” Rong Chang waved at them and went through immigration with her luggage.

Changqing watched Rong Chang’s lonely retreating back and felt a little melancholic, saying, “Does your mom really have a lot of suitors overseas? I think she should find a handsome and rich guy and bring him home to piss your dad off.”

“Why are you just like my brother?” Song Chuyi glanced at her speechlessly. “You just have to live happily and comfortably; you don’t have to live your life to show off for others. You should live for yourself.”

“Mm, but you would be lonely if you were alone.” Changqing pouted.

“My mom doesn’t feel lonely. She’s so eager to go back because she wanted to rush out her latest designs by spring next year. Aye, forget it. Someone unambitious like you would never understand.” Song Chuyi wrapped his arm around her and walked out.

Changqing hugged his arm sweetly. “My ambition is to give birth to a few cute babies with you.”

“Sure, I’ll do my best to help you fulfill your wish,” Song Chuyi said coldly. “Sleep at my place tonight. Let’s make some babies without any disturbance.”

Changqing pinched his arm and blushed. “No—It’s Christmas the day after tomorrow. I have to rehearse overnight and have to be back there by eight in the morning. Besides, I don’t want to get pregnant now. I want to go to the Maldives for a honeymoon, dress up prettily and get pregnant there.”

Song Chuyi seemed full of regrets. “What time are you rehearsing until tonight? I’ll come to pick you up.”

“It might drag on till past midnight; I won’t have the strength to do those things with you.” Changqing shook her head.

Song Chuyi found her funny and knocked her little head. “Can you think of something else other than those things? Do I look so hungry? I was just afraid you would be too tired to drive home.”

“When do you not look hungry?” Changqing pouted at him and snorted.

Song Chuyi drove her to the broadcasting station. When Changqing was undoing her seatbelt, he suddenly asked, “It’s Christmas the day after tomorrow. What do you want?”

Changqing broke out into a large smile and her eyes glimmered.

“What are you laughing at?” Song Chuyi was bewildered.

“After so many Christmases, I finally have a man who will give me a present,” Changqing said sweetly.

As a single person, she hated Valentine’s Day, Chinese Valentine’s Day, Christmas and other similar days.

Such torturous events were unbearable. Especially since May the 20th had already become a special day (1. May the 20th, 5.20 sounds like “I Love You” in Mandarin).

“I don’t believe you haven’t received any presents from men.” Song Chuyi pecked her little mouth. He was still in awe of how mesmerizing this woman was.

“I have but I can’t accept just any old gift,” Changqing said seriously. “Accepting a gift from a man on such a day would make people think that I had feelings for him. This would give people the wrong signal and I don’t think it’d be right. I’d rather not accept the gift.”

Song Chuyi lowered his head. Under the dim lighting, his pupils were gleaming with gentleness.

There were probably very few women who were so pure.

“You did the right thing. It isn’t right to cause others to misunderstand, especially now that there are so many mentally unsound people. Those who have a serious misunderstanding might even do something harmful,” Song Chuyi said lightly.

Changqing was stunned. What he said made her fearful.

“You can only accept my gifts in the future.” Song Chuyi tilted his head. “So… have you thought of what you want?”

“Actually I don’t know what I want but I’d like anything you give me.” Changqing kissed his cheek and turned to run out of the car.

In the winery drifting with soft, enchanting music, the fragrant and pure scent of alcohol mixed with the smell of cigarettes.

Zhan Mingwei lay in a comfortable spot on the couch, blowing smoke out from his mouth slowly. “You should never trust a woman when she says she’ll like everything you give her.”

Li Shaobin watched him sympathetically. “Mingwei, why do I feel a sense of suppression and misery when you say that?”

“My wife said the same thing before. In the end, I gave her a bouquet of flowers and a bag for Valentine’s day and after that day, she ignored me for three days,” Zhan Mingwei said. “The reason was that I was too insincere, too old-fashioned, too perfunctory.”

Li Shaobin blinked. “So women can be so unreasonable. In that case, you’d have to rack your brains out since there are so many special days in a year.”

“That’s why after I got married, I just bought whatever I felt like buying.” Zhan Mingwei laughed softly. “In any case, I can’t do anything if she doesn’t want fresh flowers, a candle-lit dinner, and a small gift. She’ll be fine after a couple of days. As long as she knows she’s in my heart, all is well.”

Song Chuyi’s long and thin fingers stroked his chin in deep thought.

Zhan Mingwei kicked him. “But I really didn’t think that you would be able to make up with her so quickly. I was still looking forward to seeing you jump into the journey of chasing your wife.”

“It’s because she’s Yan Changqing. If it was some other woman, I doubt it’d be that easy,” Yan Molun said, who was sitting at the far end.

“Aye, Molun, why haven’t you found yourself a woman yet?” Zhan Mingwei said with a smile. “Forget about Shaobin; you’re a lady-killer overseas. Your build is an all-kill for foreign women.”

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