Chapter 355 - The Message In The Morning Wasn’t Sent By You, Right?

Chapter 355: The Message In The Morning Wasn’t Sent By You, Right?

Changqing used to like Grandma Song, but after Dai Ai’s incident, she thought that the old lady changed too quickly. Other than revering her, Changqing couldn’t bring herself to like her. However, since Grandma was already so old, she didn’t want to agitate her. “He’s doing pretty well.”

“I’ve already heard from his dad. He’s working at some subsidiary hospital,” Grandma Song said, upset. “I heard he always has to work overnight and it’s very tough. Changqing, can you persuade him to come back to Bo Han Hospital? We were wrong and Huaisheng was also too much. I guarantee things won’t be the way they were in the past. I think you don’t want Chuyi to be so tired too, right? Besides, there’s been no news of his brother at all. His dad is running the company alone and he has a lot of stress. The Song Household, which used to be very lively, is no longer the same. Just take it as if you’re pitying this old lady here. I’m already so old. Every year counts.”

Changqing felt bad hearing Grandma Song say that. No matter how annoyed you were by a senior’s actions, she was very old and might suddenly disappear, after all. “I… I’ll go back and talk to Chuchu.”

“Changqing, thank you so much. Everything in the past was all my fault.” Grandma Song held her little hand gratefully and looked at her stomach again. “Aye, I can’t believe that our Chuyi is about to become a father. It’s a pity I didn’t know I would run into you today. Otherwise, I would’ve definitely brought something along for my great-grandson.”

“There’s no need…” Changqing shook her head quickly. “Er… I want to walk around the mountain with my friend. I’ll be taking my leave first.”

“You’re already pregnant yet you’re still going to hike?” Grandma Song frowned anxiously. “This isn’t very appropriate. You should be resting up at home. Are you still going to work? Don’t tire yourself out too much. This child will definitely be blessed and will live a comfortable life.”

“This mountain isn’t very steep,” Changqing said. “Chuyi was also agreeable to me coming out for a walk. Taking walks is good for the baby. I’m also not tiring myself out. However, this child belongs to me and Chuyi. We’ve never thought of taking a single cent from the Song Family; we will give our baby the best. Grandma, I’m leaving. Head back earlier too.”

Changqing pushed her hand away. Grandma Song kept watching her stomach, reluctant to part as she watched Changing walking toward the road.

Dai Ai gnashed her teeth as she watched from behind. This old woman only cared about the Song Family children. When she was still pregnant with Peiyuan in the past, Grandma Song also treated her like a treasure. However, ever since Song Chulang and Song Chuyi left, Grandma didn’t treat her as well as before. Also, God knew what was wrong with her child—he kept growing fatter and fatter. The old woman didn’t like Peiyuan as much as before.

Grandma Song didn’t look at her. She took her phone out to call Song Huaisheng. The moment the call went through, she scolded him angrily, “I saw Changqing at Lu Shan today. She’s already six months pregnant and it’s a boy. I don’t care if you’re going to go to the Yan Household to beg her or what, but you better bring Changqing and Chuyi back. I cannot let my great-grandson live on the outside. If you’re not going to bring them back, I’ll move out…”

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On the wide mountain road, Duoyao walked backward slowly. “Are you really going to talk to Song Chuyi? I feel that the old woman deserves it. She’s so hypocritical. Nothing else matters other than the Song Family’s children. If you weren’t pregnant, she definitely would’ve given you attitude.”

“She’s old. Aren’t all old people like that? Many of them even value males over females.” Changqing sighed. “But I’ll only persuade Chuchu to visit his grandma. There’s a saying that I find very true: every visit to the elderly is one visit less. As for his dad and brother, I don’t want to see them.”

Duoyao nodded vigorously. “Say, do you think it’s because the food in the Song Household is too good that the child was over-nourished? That kid is way too fat. I think my two-year-old nephew isn’t as big as him.”

“Perhaps.” Changqing was bewildered. Could it really be the after-effects of early labor?

…

When they came down from the mountain, it was already past four in the afternoon. Duoyao sent Changqing home and the latter was about to ask her to stay for dinner when Yan Molun called. “Are you done hiking? I’m coming to see you.”

Duoyao glanced at Changqing and said softly, “I’m at Changqing’s house. She just asked me to stay for dinner.”

“You’re not allowed,” Yan Molun said overbearingly. “Go back and park your car. I’ll look for you now.”

Changqing saw her hanging up and waved her hand regretfully. “It looks like you still have to go back home.”

Duoyao shrugged.

When she returned to the villa, just as she reached her doorstep, she saw the black Mercedes parked at the side. Duoyao opened the door and Yan Molun drove his car in with familiarity. Duoyao drove in after that and watched him come out of his car. She snorted. “You’re pretty familiar with my place, aren’t you?”

Yan Molun pulled out a key from his pocket expressionlessly and placed it in her hand. Duoyao was stunned and before she could react in time, he had already reached his hand out towards her. “I’ve given you my house keys, so I think you need to give me a set of your house keys too. You have to return the favor.”

Duoyao watched the man’s dark eyes and thought: This man is so sly but I really don’t want to let him have his way. “Then I don’t want your house keys. That way, you don’t need mine either.”

Yan Molun glanced at her. “You don’t have to give them to me. However, I will have to use my ways to open the door next time I come. There are barely any doors I can’t open unless they’ve been set up with a few high-tech security codes. The password strength might need to be a little stronger than the ones used for safes.”

Duoyao was dumbfounded and was suspicious. “Really?”

“Don’t you know it’s basic knowledge for a mercenary to know how to open doors?” Yan Molun lifted his brows and said teasingly in his deep, sexy voice, “You better pass me your keys obediently. It’d be very inconvenient for me to enter every time otherwise. In the future, even if you’re not at home, I can come to your house for a while when I miss you. Your house has your scent and I feel a little better smelling it.”

Duoyao bit her lip as she blushed. “Why do you give off obscene vibes when you say that?”

Yan Molun showed an apparent smile and took a step forward. He stroked her nose with his index finger. “The message in the morning wasn’t sent by you, right?”

“How did you know?” Duoyao was stunned and a little embarrassed.

“If only you were so proactive and honest.” Yan Molun sighed softly.

“Then why did you reply?” Duoyao pouted. “Why does it sound like you’re regretful? Oh, I get it. You men like this, right?”

“I am regretful. Regretful that the message wasn’t sent by you.” Yan Molun scoffed. “When I first saw it, I was pretty happy, but after thinking about it, you’re not the kind of person to say something like that and on top of that, you said you were with Changqing, so I guessed she must’ve been the one who sent it. I just went along with it since I wanted to make up with you.”

Duoyao didn’t think he would be so straightforward. She felt a surge of sweetness and also a little reproachful. Indeed, in Changqing’s words, she was a b*tch. “Actually… those were my heartfelt words but it was just too embarrassing. The bathroom was too dirty and my mom’s always lectured me about it. I didn’t want you to see it. I was afraid you would despise me.”

Yan Molun smiled and said, “When you were in Tibet, your bed was always smelly and dirty. If I could accept it then, I can accept it now.”

“Alright, cut it out.” Duoyao covered her face and felt even more awkward. “That was because I had no choice.”

“Since I’ve decided to be with you, I will accept it all.” Yan Molun rubbed her little head. “Stop letting your thoughts run wild. Let’s go in. You’re making dinner tonight.”

Duoyao was still enveloped in happiness the previous second but in the next second, her little face sank. “Why me?”

“I’ve been making dinner all the time. Do you have any opinions on that?” Yan Molun tugged at his collar and revealed a sinister look.

Duoyao: “….”

Why did she have a feeling that he was trying to threaten her?

“No.” She pouted.

…

However, the result of making her cook was that it would take a very long time for her to finish preparing the meal and the food wasn’t even good.

Yan Molun took a bite. He thought she couldn’t manage to cook to her usual standards in Tibet because the conditions in the mountains were unfavorable. Now, he realized she really just wasn’t good at cooking.

“You told me to cook. You have to eat more.” Duoyao kept putting food into his bowl naughtily. “At home, my mom’s also the worst cook. No matter how she learns, she just can’t do it. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t have the talent. I think you need some talent for cooking. Just like my Dad—he can handle the cooking all by himself. You must learn from my dad.”

Yan Molun didn’t want to scold her anymore. She was even making an excuse for being lazy.

…

After dinner, Yan Molun sat down beside the woman who was on the computer after he finished washing the dishes. He pulled her into his embrace and sealed her lips with a kiss.

“Cut it out. I’m reading the news.” In order to conceal her embarrassment, Duoyao said seriously, “Don’t disturb me.”

“You said you would reward me last time. I’m asking for my reward now.” Yan Molun closed the laptop and said seriously, “It’s the first time I’ve had to sneak around for a woman.”

Duoyao also recalled the incident. She didn’t think that men would have such a good memory when it came to things like this. However, she was shy. “Er… Is it okay for us to be like this right after dinner? It’s not very appropriate, right? It’s not even eight yet.”

“This has nothing to do with time.” Yan Molun carried her in his arms and walked upstairs.

Duoyao felt like a child lying in his embrace. A child could never win against an adult.

After putting her on the bed, Yan Molun switched the lights off and said softly, “Don’t be so afraid. It wasn’t painful the last time, right?”

Upon hearing that, Duoyao thought he made some sense.