Accidentally Picked Up a Rich and Amnesiac Alpha (GL) - Chapter 50
The private jet ascended again. Song Tingxue quietly watched the scenery outside the window. Continuous white clouds stretched below, and the sky was exceptionally blue and clean.
Yan Qingqi brought a blanket, gently draped it over Songsong, and sat beside her with a glass of juice, sipping slowly.
Song Tingxue: “We’ve troubled Miss Jing again. She specially arranged the private jet. We must properly thank Miss Jing another day.”
Yan Qingqi curved her lips. “Don’t worry. You don’t have to be overly polite with her.”
Seeing her indifferent and completely unconcerned, Song Tingxue added, “It’s kindness that she helps us, but we shouldn’t take it for granted. We still need to show appreciation.”
Yan Qingqi looked up at Songsong and smiled. “Alright. If you feel bad about it, we’ll go to their wedding together to offer our blessings.”
Attend their wedding?
She felt she had nothing impressive to offer, aside from being a somewhat famous celebrity.
“When is their wedding?”
“By the end of the year, before the Spring Festival. Getting married before the New Year means there’s one more person to celebrate with during the holidays. It’ll be lively.”
Song Tingxue thought this was odd. Jing Michu and Qiao An getting married meant just one more person at their respective family dinners, but what did this have to do with A-Yan?
She looked so excited and happy, as if their family dinner would have one more person.
Two hours later, the plane landed smoothly at L City airport. Gong Yue was there to meet them.
Gong Yue had already heard about Song Tingxue’s accident from Luo Sisi. Now, seeing Song Tingxue return healthy and her relationship with Miss Yan as strong as ever, Gong Yue was genuinely happy for them.
The car stopped at Venice Garden No. 9.
The moment Song Tingxue stepped inside, she took off her hat, spread her arms, and exclaimed, “It feels so good to breathe freely!”
Yan Qingqi laughed. “My Songsong was really cooped up!”
That certain Songsong turned back, smiling. “I can move around the whole house now, and I can take walks in the neighborhood in the mornings.”
“I’ll go with you. Don’t worry, our neighborhood isn’t full of gossipers. Just wear a hat and sunglasses. There are plenty of beautiful women here, and they all wear hats and sunglasses.”
Song Tingxue caught the key information. “Plenty of beautiful women?”
Yan Qingqi: “…” She suddenly realized what they mean by ‘trouble comes from the mouth.’
“Be honest. Do you always stare at the beautiful women in the neighborhood?”
Yan Qingqi: “…”
“No, I don’t! I never stare at beautiful women! It’s just that sometimes when we go for walks or when I come back from buying groceries, I occasionally glance at someone. I never stare.”
“Really?”
“It’s rude to stare at people. Besides, I have the most beautiful goddess right here at home. If I want to look at a beauty, isn’t she right in front of me?”
Song Tingxue’s heart swelled. She smiled sweetly. “You’re all talk, just trying to sweet-talk me.”
“My wife is the most beautiful goddess. She looks good no matter what.”
They were the only two in the spacious house, and they no longer had to worry about doctors or nurses knocking on the door.
Song Tingxue walked over, hugged Yan Qingqi, and kissed her.
They had been kissing secretly in the hospital ward, but it always felt sneaky, right under the noses of the medical staff, and they couldn’t be too unrestrained.
But now, Song Tingxue hooked her arms around A-Yan’s neck. They kissed passionately, their lips pressed tightly together, greedily taking from each other without inhibition.
After the kiss, Song Tingxue’s legs were weak. She leaned her entire weight on Yan Qingqi, breathing raggedly. “A-Yan, let’s go upstairs.”
“Aren’t we having lunch?”
“Later.” As she spoke, Song Tingxue tilted her head up and kissed her again, slightly urgently.
After days without intimacy, neither of them could restrain themselves any longer.
Yan Qingqi picked Songsong up and carried her upstairs.
Clothes and shoes were scattered on the floor. In the dimly lit bedroom, Yan Qingqi kissed Songsong and pressed down on her. The scent of night-blooming cereus and cedar intertwined in the air.
Yan Qingqi let go of her swollen lips, kissing her nose, then her slightly blurred, feverish eyelids.
The Ice Mountain Goddess melted under her fiery affection. The ice and snow dissolved, turning into the most captivating stream, meant only to quench one person’s thirst, and only one person was lucky enough to witness it.
Yan Qingqi deeply loved this side of Songsong.
Her increasingly hot kisses trailed down her neck, then onto her shoulder…
Song Tingxue embraced her, a fragmented moan escaping from deep in her throat. It was an invitation, a plea, ultimately leading her beloved one to dissolve with her into the vast snowy mountain.
Yan Qingqi remembered Wen Huiyu’s warning and didn’t dare to be too intense, nor did she let the encounter last too long.
Afterward, her wife looked at her with a hint of resentment.
Yan Qingqi kissed Songsong’s still-hot face. “Wife, the doctor warned us not to get too excited.”
Song Tingxue gave a small huff and snuggled into her arms. “I’m fine now.”
“You’re fine, but we can’t rush it. What if I hurt you? I’ll make it up to you later.”
Hearing the word hurt, Song Tingxue blushed and burrowed deeper into her arms. “You bad girl.”
Her fair face was flushed, her eyes and eyebrows full of shyness. This playful Songsong was both seductive and adorable.
Yan Qingqi held her, her fingers tracing her delicate, smooth skin. She nibbled her ear. “I’m only bad to you, and very, very bad at that.”
The two remained on the bed, kissing and nuzzling for a long time before getting up to shower.
While showering, their wet bodies inevitably brushed against each other, and Yan Qingqi’s self-control was completely lost. They couldn’t help but cling together for more intimacy.
Songsong’s body trembled fiercely. “Didn’t you say no exciting activity?”
Yan Qingqi gasped, “Mhm… Wife, try not to get too excited.”
“You, you’re doing this… How can I… not get excited?”
Song Tingxue quickly became unable to speak. The water from the showerhead hit their fair skin, tracing the curves of their bodies, rolling down, splashing on the floor.
Urgent, heavy gasps rose and fell, mixed with the fine, chaotic sounds of the splashing water—a fervent, tempting symphony.
Yan Qingqi grabbed her slender, white waist, pressed herself against her, lowered her head, and sank her marking teeth deep into her scent gland once more.
Song Tingxue trembled. In her excitement, she cupped the Alpha’s hot face, sinking into the cedar scent that thrilled her blood. A muffled, soft moan escaped her lips. “A-Yan, I want you to always love me like this.”
Emerging from their passionate session in the bathroom, Songsong suddenly complained of dizziness and shortness of breath.
Yan Qingqi was immediately alarmed. She quickly called Wen Huiyu, vaguely explaining the situation without mentioning how she had indulged herself and overwhelmed Songsong in the bathroom.
“It’s likely due to the length of the shower and some lack of oxygen. Have Miss Song breathe fresh air and relax slowly; she should be fine.”
Yan Qingqi did as told. Songsong lay on the chair for a while, breathing fresh air, and soon felt much better.
Songsong was fine, but Yan Qingqi was genuinely frightened. She mentally scolded herself eight hundred times. After this incident, she dared not get excited again and immediately put a suppressant patch on her neck.
Song Tingxue: “Why are you wearing a suppressant patch?”
Yan Qingqi: “I’m afraid I can’t control myself. This is safer. With this on, I’ll be obedient.”
Song Tingxue smiled gently, her clear eyes filled with tenderness. Her A-Yan was always so gentle and thoughtful.
A few more days passed. Short hair, about two or three centimeters long, had begun to sprout on Song Tingxue’s shaved scalp. Yan Qingqi saw the uneven growth and trimmed her hair.
“There! That looks much more harmonious now.” Yan Qingqi put a hat on her. “See? You can’t tell at all. Still a top beauty!”
Yan Qingqi kissed her face. “Wife, let’s go for a walk in the streets today.”
Song Tingxue nodded happily. “Mhm.”
“We’ll have breakfast out after our walk.”
“Sounds good.”
Miss Yan was going out for a walk, so Gong Yue was on high alert. After asking about her route, Gong Yue followed them on foot and had A-Li drive nearby, ready to respond to any emergency.
As a result, Song Tingxue saw Gong Yue following them, not too far, not too close, like an incredibly bright, high-wattage human lightbulb.
“A-Yan, why does Xiao Gong insist on following us?”
Yan Qingqi smiled slightly. “Jing Michu asked her to take good care of us. She’s just being professional. Let her follow.”
Today, Song Tingxue wore a hat and sunglasses but no mask. Changing her usual style, she wore a large, loose-fitting T-shirt, capri shorts, and flip-flops. To hide her long legs, the T-shirt was large and long. Not content with that, she carried a shopping bag.
This was Yan Qingqi’s idea: wearing sunglasses and a mask was too obvious. It was better to act like an ordinary person—a housewife out buying groceries.
This way, they were relaxed, and no one would pay attention.
However, Song Tingxue’s demeanor was too refined, and her legs were too straight and fair. She still attracted a lot of attention on the street.
Song Tingxue, who hadn’t openly walked the streets in years, was subtly excited. She leaned gently on Yan Qingqi’s shoulder, glancing at the shops along the street.
It felt as though they were just an ordinary couple, two wives out grocery shopping on a normal morning.
They walked aimlessly, going wherever they pleased.
They passed a breakfast shop. Many people were eating there. The shop was full, and a few small tables were set up outside. They stopped at the entrance to look at the menu: fried dough sticks, fried bread, sesame balls, steamed buns, porridge, various noodles, small wontons, and sweet rice balls in fermented rice wine.
“Wife, what do you want to eat?”
“I want a bowl of sweet rice balls in fermented rice wine, and I want a fried dough stick, but I can’t eat a whole one.”
“Then I’ll share it with you.” Yan Qingqi ordered what Songsong wanted, plus a basket of steamed buns and a cup of soy milk. She scanned the QR code to pay.
The owner brought out their breakfast. They sat at a small table on the street to eat.
Song Tingxue, who hadn’t eaten a single fried dough stick in years, was overjoyed. She took a big bite, instantly satisfied.
“Let me wipe that. You have oil on the corner of your mouth.” Yan Qingqi glanced at the free paper napkins on the table, then pulled out a packet of tissues from her pocket, took one out, and gently wiped Songsong’s mouth.
Song Tingxue smiled, letting her wipe her face.
Two shirtless men came to buy breakfast. One had a dark complexion, and the other had a pointed head. They looked at Yan Qingqi and Song Tingxue’s table, boldly scrutinizing them.
Dark-face: “Doesn’t that woman with the hat look like Song Tingxue?”
Pointed-head: “How? She’s just wearing sunglasses. Can’t you see? She’s just out buying groceries. She probably lives in Xinrong Community, one of the relocated residents.”
Dark-face: “I think that woman is quite good-looking. She must be an Omega. It’s a shame she married a pretty boy. He’s only good-looking; otherwise, he’s useless.”
Yan Qingqi, who was unexpectedly labeled a pretty boy, said nothing.
Dark-face looked down on Yan Qingqi. “Look at that pretty boy being so fussy. He uses his own tissues, acting like a young miss from a rich family. He’s probably dirt poor. His wife can only dress like that. It’s a pity. If his wife dressed up, she’d be quite attractive. Maybe even a celebrity.”
Pointed-head: “Heh! Can she compare to Song Tingxue? She’s a big star! She’s a hundred times prettier than her!”
Dark-face: “What’s wrong with celebrities? Do you think they’re better than anyone else? Song Tingxue might look beautiful and glamorous in movies, but who knows how many directors and big shots she’s slept with behind the scenes.”
Clack! Yan Qingqi, who had been eating steamed buns, slammed her chopsticks down on the table. A layer of coldness covered her face. “How dare you speak like that?! Wash your mouth out!”
Dark-face acted like a thug. “I said something about Song Tingxue. What’s it to you? Is she your wife or your girlfriend? Oh, you little weakling. You dare glare at me! Are you challenging me?!”
Yan Qingqi stood up abruptly. “Yes, I’m challenging you today!”
“What? Look at you. You must be a fan! Trying to defend your idol?!”
“Yes, I am defending her. Whether I’m her fan or not, I simply can’t stand you spreading rumors!”
“Heh, so what if I said it? What are you going to do about it? Why don’t you ask around to find out who I am?”
Yan Qingqi saw Gong Yue about to approach and slightly shook her head.
“I don’t know who you are, but it would be easy to find out who you are, what you’ve done, and it wouldn’t be hard to have you locked up for a few days.”
Dark-face saw her speaking calmly and confidently, seemingly ignoring him completely. He felt intimidated, unsure of her background.
But he had already made the threat. Backing down now would be too shameful.
“Damn it! You’re trying to pull that on me! Look at your small build. Are you an Alpha?” Dark-face looked vicious and kicked his chair back. “I’m an Alpha too! Do you think I’m afraid of a fight with you?”
Yan Qingqi looked coldly at his bluster, her voice still calm. “I usually don’t like using force to solve problems, but if you want to fight, I’ll indulge you. We can go somewhere without cameras, and no one will film it. But let me warn you first: I’m an S-class Alpha. If I leave you permanently disabled, don’t come looking for me.”
The man saw her fearlessness and confidence and grew even more cautious. He was only a D-class Alpha, no match for an S-class Alpha.
“Who knows what tricks you’re playing in the dark? I won’t fall for your trap!”
The man next to him glanced at Yan Qingqi’s shoes, his expression changing slightly. He grabbed Dark-face, lowering his voice. “This person is rich! Those shoes she’s wearing are at least five figures.”
He then turned back. “Hei San, let it go. What’s the point of fighting? If you win, you pay compensation. If you lose, you end up in the hospital. Only a fool would start a fight.”
The breakfast shop owner, afraid of being caught in the crossfire, quickly chimed in. “Yes, yes. It’s still early. You haven’t even had breakfast. What would you like to eat today? How about two bowls of beef noodles? I’ll put extra beef in yours.”
Pointed-head: “Fine. Two bowls of beef noodles, extra beef, and two fried bread.”
After breakfast, the two walked back to Venice Garden, a walk that took about an hour.
Song Tingxue: “Weren’t you afraid that Dark-face would actually hit you?”
Yan Qingqi linked her arm with hers. “No, I wasn’t. He wouldn’t dare.”
“Why?”
Yan Qingqi shook her head, her lips curving slightly. “I’m a little disappointed he didn’t fight me. Otherwise, I could have made him lie quietly in the hospital for ten days or half a month.” She squeezed Songsong’s hand. “Come on. No matter what happens, I will always protect you.”
Song Tingxue smiled sweetly, gripping her hand tighter.
Others might say things like that in the throes of passionate love, speaking impulsively, but she knew Miss Yan wouldn’t.
If she said it, she would do it.
Just like the year she saw the knot on Songsong’s school bag. “That’s beautiful! You tied it so well! Did you tie it?”
Seventeen-year-old Song Tingxue blushed, saying nervously and shyly, “Yes, I tied it.”
“Can you teach me?”
“…Yes, of course.”
So, Miss Yan sat beside her for an hour. Heaven knows how fast her heart pounded when she smelled Miss Yan’s scent then.
It was only after Miss Yan stopped showing up that she realized, belatedly, that it was the scent of Miss Yan’s pheromones—the cool, noble scent of cedar.
Miss Yan didn’t seem to have any talent for handicrafts, especially needlework. The result of an hour’s effort was crooked and uneven, far from beautiful, like the ugliest fruit hanging on a tree.
Miss Yan looked a little embarrassed. “Give me some time. Next time I come, I’ll definitely tie a beautiful knot.”
A few months later, Miss Yan returned and sat beside her again. This time, Miss Yan produced a complex, beautiful, and neat knot.
Seeing Miss Yan smile happily and thank her, Song Tingxue still remembered how her heart hammered like a deer. Being looked at by those eyes, full of smiles and tenderness, she had never felt so happy.
On the way, there were grandparents, and parents walking or riding electric bikes to take their children to school. Some parents carried school bags, and some children carried their own.
Song Tingxue watched from afar, smiling. “A-Yan, if I stopped being a celebrity one day, I think it would be nice to be an ordinary couple with you. You go to work, and I stay home with the children.”
Yan Qingqi: “Then you’ll be washing clothes, changing diapers, and picking them up from school. Would you be willing to do that?”
“Yes, I would.”
“Then I go to work. You’ll also have to buy groceries, cook, clean the house, and do laundry. Would you be willing to do that?”
“Yes, I would. You earn money for the family, and I’ll take care of you and the children.”
Yan Qingqi grabbed her hand. “But I don’t want you to work that hard.”
“But you’ll help me cook, won’t you? Your cooking is so delicious. Our children will love it.”
Yan Qingqi laughed heartily. “Then I need to earn money well so you and the children can have a good life.”
“And I’ll make sure you and the children are fair and plump.”
Yan Qingqi smiled. “Wife, are you raising pigs?”
Song Tingxue wrinkled her nose, smiling. “Hmph.”
A few days later, Song Tingxue returned to the film set. Luo Sisi, having already heard the news on the phone, wasn’t surprised. Some crew members also knew she was returning today. Director Xiao, Bai Ming, and the producer were all there to welcome Movie Queen Song Tingxue back.
Director Xiao: “Xiao Song, are you well rested? Should you take a few more days off?”
Song Tingxue: “I’m fine. Aside from my hair not having fully grown back, there are no issues.” She apologized slightly. “I’m very sorry for delaying the crew’s progress.”
Everyone said, “It’s not your fault. It was an accident. No one could have predicted it.”
They then discussed the day of the accident. Director Xiao: “The set was chaos. We rushed you to the hospital, but the H City hospital said your condition required immediate transfer to Huatian in B City for a top expert. I was scrambling to find connections and friends to contact that authority. Then, within minutes, Xiao Luo told me the expert was already contacted, and a private jet was waiting.”
Song Tingxue was rushed away barely alive but now returned fully recovered. Director Xiao was happy for Song Tingxue and the crew; filming could resume.
“I didn’t realize Xiao Song had such powerful friends, capable of securing a top expert and summoning a private jet.”
Producer: “If your friend comes to visit the set someday, we should all have dinner together. Director Xiao and I need to thank them properly.”
Song Tingxue: “It’s not my friend. It’s Xiao Yan’s friend.”
Everyone was surprised. “Xiao Yan? Your assistant?”
“Yes. Her friend helped us a lot. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had the successful surgery and been able to return to the set so quickly.”
The group exchanged bewildered glances. They were truly surprised that Yan Qingqi, a small assistant, had such resourceful friends.
With Song Tingxue back, filming naturally resumed with the main scenes for the female lead.
Bai Ming walked over, his face flushed with emotion. “Tingxue, I’m very happy to see you safe. Is your injury completely healed?”
Bai Ming had a lot he wanted to say after not seeing Song Tingxue for over a month.
“I’m fine now. I’ve recovered.” Song Tingxue ignored the fervor in his eyes and frowned. “Director Bai, let’s start filming soon. We shouldn’t keep the other actors waiting.”
During breaks, Song Tingxue always went straight to rest, unless it was for discussing the script, clearly avoiding any unnecessary interaction with Bai Ming.
During the lunch break, Luo Sisi came over. Song Tingxue said immediately, “Don’t order takeout. A-Yan is sending food over later.”
“That’s fantastic! I get my exclusive meals again!” She reached out to pull off Song Tingxue’s hat. “Let me see the handsome hairstyle.”
“Stop it!” Song Tingxue tried to snatch the hat back but failed.
“Oh my, you look so refined and delicate. Even a crew cut makes me feel pity.” Luo Sisi dramatically clicked her tongue. “If you played a nun, you’d be a beautiful, devastatingly gorgeous young nun.”
Song Tingxue rolled her eyes. “Are you bored again? Or are you too pleased with yourself lately, so you’re making fun of others?”
Luo Sisi remembered the days Songsong was in the hospital. She and Gong Yue had hot pot, drank beer, ate barbecue, watched movies, and kissed in the car.
Yes, things were going very well. Maybe she was a little pleased with herself.
But she hadn’t come to find Song Tingxue for that reason. Earlier, she had overheard a few actors chatting. “That Song Tingxue has a terrible temper! She’s so unapproachable!” “Director Bai called her over to sit just now. She sat down, barely said a word, and then walked away with a cold face.” “She’s throwing a diva fit. She won’t even give the director a nice face. She’s just a Three Gold Movie Queen. What’s the big deal?!”
Luo Sisi sat next to Song Tingxue and whispered, “What’s wrong? I saw you being cold to Bai Ming just now. Your face was like an ice sculpture. Are you two having a disagreement?”
Song Tingxue: “No, it’s not about filming. I cooperate with the director during filming. But outside of work, I don’t want to play along anymore.”
During the previous break, Bai Ming found her. It wasn’t about the script; he was just trying to talk to her, asking about her recovery at Huatian.
Hearing that Yan Qingqi was taking care of her in the hospital, Bai Ming said sourly, “Tingxue, you’re not being careful. She’s just a small assistant. What can she do besides cooking? If you’re going to have a rumored relationship, the other person should at least have some status. Don’t you think it lowers your value to be associated with someone like her, a small assistant who relies on your salary?”
“I think Bai Ming’s character is poor, and I don’t want any further interaction with him. I’ve already told Sister Ji that I won’t accept any of Bai Ming’s films after this one.”
“Sister Ji agreed?”
No matter how famous or popular Song Tingxue was, she was still an actress contracted by the company, and most of her resources came from the company. Only at her level was she allowed to select scripts, but that freedom was only relative.
Unexpectedly, Ji Yun readily agreed. “Tingxue, Director Zou Qingming specifically requested you to be the female lead in her next film! Seize this opportunity! You’ll be working with international directors in the future! The resources will be better! Bai Ming won’t have the chance to approach you again.”
Without seeing it, Song Tingxue could imagine Ji Yun excitedly rubbing her hands.
“She agreed.”
Luo Sisi was only slightly surprised. “Wow! Sister Ji really treats you like her treasure! She spoils you!”
Just then, a hearty voice rang out. “Who is it? Who spoils Sister Song so much that she’s their treasure?”
Both turned to look. It was Yan Qingqi, carrying two large bags of food.
Luo Sisi rushed over like a rabbit. “Sister Yan is here! What delicious food do you have today?”
Yan Qingqi chuckled. “Take a look. There’s your favorite lobster baked with cheese.”
“Wow! A feast!” Luo Sisi happily tore open the bags.
“I haven’t been able to deliver food for a while. Sister Sisi has worked hard recently, so I have to treat her.”
“That’s thoughtful of you!”
Song Tingxue walked over to Yan Qingqi and whispered, “Don’t overthink it. Sisi was joking. We were talking about Sister Ji.”
“I’m not overthinking it,” Yan Qingqi leaned into her ear. “I thought you were talking about me! Aren’t you my treasure? Who else would I spoil?”
Luo Sisi crossed her arms, rubbing her goosebumps. “Oh dear, oh dear. I can’t take it! That’s too sappy!”
Song Tingxue blushed slightly. “Were you eavesdropping?”
“I wasn’t eavesdropping; I just accidentally heard you. Alright, alright. I’m going to eat my lobster! A word of advice: if you want to say or do anything, go to the car. Too many eyes here.”
“I know. Thank you for the reminder, Sister Sisi.”
The two entered the car one after the other. The moment the door closed, Xiaole, who had been secretly drooling, quickly grabbed the cheesy lobster and took a big bite. “Wow! So much shrimp meat! So satisfying!”
Inside the car, Song Tingxue took a tissue and gently wiped the sweat beads from Yan Qingqi’s forehead. “Are you hot?”
“It’s already autumn, but it’s still so hot. It should cool down in a few days toward the end of the month.” Yan Qingqi smiled, her lips curving upward. Her face, already fair and clean, flushed with a healthy red from the heat, like a perfectly ripe apple in autumn—full, beautiful, and shiny, tempting one to take a bite.
Moreover, this ripe, red apple radiated the cool scent of cedar, making the desire to take a large bite even stronger.
Song Tingxue thought exactly that, and she did it. She cupped Yan Qingqi’s chin and kissed her hot cheek.
Yan Qingqi, who was arranging lunch for her wife, paused.
The kiss trailed down, reaching her soft lips. The scent of night-blooming cereus dampened the cedar scent, tender and careful, like savoring a layered, soft, and sweet delicacy.
In the end, it was Yan Qingqi who couldn’t resist her wife’s teasing. She cupped her wife’s head, parted her lips, and searched for the sweetness in her mouth, sucking and intertwining.
“Mhm…” Song Tingxue let out a stifled, satisfied moan. Her fingers climbed onto Yan Qingqi’s shoulder, allowing her to kiss her deeper and deeper.
She used to strongly resist intimacy on camera, even when it was a cheated angle. If someone got too close and breathed on her face, she found it unbearable.
It was fortunate that it was cheated angles; otherwise, the audience couldn’t see her full reaction, and her acting wouldn’t have passed muster.
Song Tingxue once thought she was abnormal. She was an Omega, but Alphas didn’t seem to attract her.
But late at night, when she was alone, Song Tingxue would imagine, What if it was Miss Yan? What if Miss Yan was the one kissing her? What if the scent of cedar surrounded her?
Song Tingxue felt a throb in her heart. She shamefully thought that she would not refuse. She would even look forward to tasting Miss Yan’s lips.
They must be soft and fragrant, warm and sweet…
She realized she wasn’t abnormal; her heart, body, and everything else belonged to Miss Yan, and there was no room for anyone else.
Song Tingxue’s hands tightened on Yan Qingqi’s shoulders.
Their lips were pressed together without a gap. Every time their tongues touched, ripples spread deep within her heart.
Song Tingxue felt like she was suffocating—a sweet suffocation.
Miss Yan was kissing her, and she was kissing Miss Yan!
Breaking the kiss, Song Tingxue’s eyes were glistening and moist. Yan Qingqi felt a stirring inside, seeing her like this. “Wife, if you keep looking at me like that, I’ll kiss you again.”
“Oh really?” Song Tingxue smiled, continuing to look at her.
So, they kissed again and again, passionately and tirelessly.
“A-Yan, I have a question for you.”
Yan Qingqi was immersed in tender affection. If her own mother came in, she would have to wait. Just as she was about to lose herself, Songsong asked, “Why were you unhappy a while ago?”
Song Tingxue had wanted to ask this question since her recovery, but she never found the right moment. Most of the time, she forgot to ask, because being with A-Yan made it easy to forget everything.
Today, after returning to the set and seeing Bai Ming’s contemptuous, arrogant demeanor and words, Song Tingxue remembered the night she came back from the bar, seeing Yan Qingqi clinging to the bottle, weeping in her sleep.
Song Tingxue felt a deep heartache again. Her arms around A-Yan tightened, pulling herself closer into her embrace.
Yan Qingqi stiffened, her face burning with embarrassment.
“Nothing, it was nothing. I was just having a little spat.”
“What kind of spat?”
“I was, um, I was afraid you only loved me because you liked someone else, and I was an object of ‘transferred affection.’”
The person in her arms was startled, suddenly lifting her head, her beautiful eyes wide with disbelief.
“A-Yan, how could you think that? I’ve never liked anyone else.” Song Tingxue hugged her neck tightly, as if afraid she wouldn’t believe her. “I love you, A-Yan. I’ve only ever liked you.”
“Is it because I was Miss Yan?”
“Mhm. I didn’t know your last name was Wen. I thought it was Yan.” Her affectionate eyes clouded with girlish shyness. “A-Yan, do you know, the moment we first met ten years ago, I liked you.”
Yan Qingqi smiled. Although she still couldn’t remember their first meeting, she was profoundly grateful that Songsong had fallen for her, loving her consistently for ten years.
She hugged Songsong just as tightly. “I love you too.”
The lunch break was almost over, and they finally remembered they hadn’t eaten. Yan Qingqi touched the food containers. “It’s still warm. It hasn’t completely cooled down.”
Song Tingxue opened the container and immediately frowned slightly. “Why do they have big lobsters, and mine only has a few pieces of chicken and so many vegetables?”
“Because you’re recovering. You can’t eat rich, heavy food.”
Song Tingxue, who had been eating lightly for over a month, twitched her lips. “I’m already better.”
“Just bear with it for a few more days. When autumn arrives and the weather cools, and you’re completely healed, I’ll help you prepare for winter.”
Prepare for winter fat?!
Wouldn’t that mean she’d become chubby? Her belly wobbling when she walked?
Song Tingxue quickly shook her head, chasing the horrible image away.
“Then let’s stick to this food. Please don’t make me gain winter weight!”
Author’s Note:
Song Tingxue: No gaining winter fat! No wobbly belly!
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