The old woman was not foolish; she clearly understood the implications in his tone.
Finally, she said, "Considering you still think about this old woman's feelings, let's leave it at that for now. I'm tired. I'll find you at the company tomorrow when I have time and curse you out in person."
Shang Sheng: "..."
The call ended as quickly as possible.
Qin Yige: "Didn't you finish scolding? Why did you hang up?"
Shang Sheng ignored her and simply instructed the driver, "Stop the car by the roadside. You take a taxi back first."
"Yes, President Shang."
The car slowly pulled over to the side of the road. The driver got out, leaving only the young couple in the car.
Only then did Qin Yige notice the dangerous signals in the man's eyes. She shrunk into the corner of the seat and said with feigned composure, "Going home. Since Grandma has already scolded you, I'll accompany you back for now."
The man rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong forearms, and in one motion, pulled her over.
She was forced to straddle his lap, the two of them facing each other, in a posture so ambiguous it was hard to look at.
Qin Yige stammered, "Shang Sheng, I want to go home."
"Didn't you say you didn't want to earlier?" He gripped her waist, leaving her no room to escape.
"That was earlier. Now I do."
By the roadside, in the car.
Even if she were foolish, she would have guessed what Shang Sheng intended at this moment.
But it wouldn't do; she couldn't afford to lose face.
"I want to too," he replied nonsensically.
This was not the suburbs; it was the city.
Although it wasn't the busiest area, cars whizzed by outside the window, and occasionally there were even one or two electric bikes.
Qin Yige, who had failed to escape, felt like crying. She reminded him, "We have a house."
"Mm." He wasn't foolish.
"And a home."
"Mm." Their home.
"And a bed."
Unbeknownst to her, her wronged expression was like adding fuel to the fire.
"Mm." Their bed.
"A big one."
The word coming from her mouth was quite suggestive.
"Mm."
He thought so too.
A black motorcycle sped past outside the window. What they didn't see was that less than half a minute later, the motorcycle that had already passed turned back.
The motorcycle stopped steadily behind the car, and the car window was knocked upon.
The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Shang Sheng's stern face, though his expression was not very pleasant.
A woman in a wine-red slip dress sat in his arms, her face buried in his shoulder, so the person outside couldn't see her appearance.
The young man on the motorcycle took off his helmet and Shang Yu asked in shock, "Brother, what are you doing here? Who is she? Does Yige know about this?"
Yige silently replied in her heart: I know.
"Is there something?" Shang Sheng ignored his question.
"Of course, there is. Brother, how can you betray Yige?"
The man's large hand tightened around the woman's waist. "If you have something to say, say it."
"Let me see who this little slut is! How dare she seduce my brother? I'll kill her!" Shang Yu cursed as he hung his helmet on the motorcycle and dismounted.
Shang Sheng's face darkened completely. "Are you looking for death?"
Shang Yu thought he was protecting the woman in his arms and became even angrier.
He banged on the car window, "Hey, do you know he has a wife?"
"I know," Qin Yige answered weakly.
"Knowing that, you still dare to seduce my brother? Get out of here, and I'll kill you!"
Shang Sheng said, "Shang Yu, I'm giving you three seconds to disappear from my sight."
"Brother, this isn't over today. Our Shang family cannot have scumbags, and you can't ruin our family's reputation! I'm not afraid of you today. If you dare to lay a hand on me, I'll call Grandma." Shang Yu said indignantly.
He pulled at the car door, but it didn't budge.
Shang Sheng glanced at him coldly. "You've already out-scumbagged everyone, and you still have the nerve to tell me we can't have scumbags?"
His speed in changing girlfriends was faster than flipping pages.
Shang Yu paused for a moment and argued, "I'm not married, nor do I have a steady girlfriend. It's consensual, so how can it be called being a scumbag? Scumbag is you, having a wife and still engaging in illicit affairs with other women!"
Seeing that he was getting more and more offensive, the woman in Shang Sheng's arms couldn't bear to be embarrassed any longer and slowly raised her head.
Their eyes met, and she asked softly, "Shang Yu, who were you calling a little slut?"
Shang Yu: "I was talking about— Holy crap, Yige?!"
Only then did he realize that Qin Yige was wearing a slip dress, and Young Master Shang blushed deeply.
But he couldn't be entirely blamed. Qin Yige rarely wore clothes of this color normally. Who knew her pajamas would be so mature—
The main point was that she had come out to play in her pajamas!
Actually, it wasn't that Qin Yige's style had changed. The slip dress she was wearing was sent by the Shang family for them to wear during their honeymoon.
However, she didn't have many pajamas at the Qin family's home, and she had stayed there for several days. After showering that evening, she had casually put it on.
He instantly beamed, "You two are having quite the fun. In the car, by the roadside. Brother, I didn't expect you to be so outwardly reserved and inwardly unrestrained."
"Get lost!" Shang Sheng spat out the word coldly.
"Alright, then you two enjoy yourselves!"
Shang Yu got on his motorcycle, put on his helmet, and prepared to leave.
Shang Sheng called him back again, "Apologize to your sister-in-law."
"Okay, okay, sorry Yige, you know I didn't mean it..."
Qin Yige knew that her current state was one where she wished she could dig a hole and bury herself. As soon as he apologized, she immediately nodded, "It's okay, it's okay."
Unexpectedly, Shang Sheng still didn't let Shang Yu leave. "Do you see the pharmacy ahead?"
Shang Yu looked up. About dozens of meters down the street, there was a lit-up pharmacy. "I see it."
"Go! Buy me something."
"What thing?" Shang Yu had a bad feeling.
Shang Sheng didn't tell him. "You go first. I'll send you a message when you get there."
Shang Yu hesitated for a moment. "Considering you might give me a little nephew to play with, I'll go!"
He started the motorcycle and roared away from the spot.
Closing the car window, Qin Yige immediately wanted to struggle out. "Now it's even worse. It's all your fault, you've embarrassed me to death!"
She ran into Shang Yu even here, and the awkwardness made her want to dig her toes into the ground.
He didn't let her out. "It's too late. Shang Yu already thinks we slept together in the car."
Even if they went home now, Shang Yu wouldn't believe they hadn't done anything in the car; he'd still think they left after finishing.
"Then what should we do!" Qin Yige wanted to strangle him.
"What are you afraid of? We're not having an affair."
Why would a normal couple feel shy?
Shang Yu quickly arrived at the pharmacy. As he walked towards it, he called and asked, "Brother, what medicine do you want me to buy!"
Shang Sheng uttered three words blandly, causing Shang Yu to stop abruptly. He stared wide-eyed at the pharmacist who was already looking at him, having the urge to turn and run.
"You heard correctly."
Shang Yu directly refused, "No way!"
Why should he run errands to make him happy?