"Alright, the credit card is cut off."
Shang Yu immediately backed down, his face a mask of misery, "Brother, I'll go return it, okay?"
"Mhm."
The pharmacist greeted him warmly, "Hello, what can I help you with?"
Shang Yu's cheeks flushed slightly, "My brother sent me. I'm just looking around."
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Crying? What was she crying about?
Back on his motorcycle, Shang Yu made a call, but no one answered.
However, he received a message: "Shang Yu, we're not close to begin with. Let's not see each other anymore!"
Not close???
Shang Yu was utterly dejected.
They'd kissed, and they weren't close?
"What I just bought was for my brother and sister-in-law, not for me," he explained belatedly.
Only this time, there was no one to acknowledge him.
The black car in the distance remained parked, and Shang Yu parked his motorcycle under a unlit tree, gazing resentfully at his brother's car.
It was all Shang Sheng's fault for sending him to the pharmacy. Of all times, to be seen by his crush. Now, even with a thousand mouths, he couldn't explain it.
These two, on the other hand, had the nerve to think about making babies.
Hiss, his hands itched, he wanted to hit someone!
When it was all over, the woman lay motionless on the back seat, sobbing softly.
The man casually tidied up the car interior, fastened his belt, and got out.
Buttoning his shirt, he walked around to the driver's side, regaining his stern and cold demeanor.
He didn't rush to drive. Instead, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and leaned against the car door, smoking slowly by the roadside.
The sobs from inside the car continued. He flicked the ash, a slight smile playing on his lips, satisfaction and amusement in his eyes.
After finishing his cigarette, he got back into the driver's seat.
He looked back at the woman, who remained in her position, and said softly, "Sit up straight. We're going home."
The woman, lost in her sorrow, ignored him. He chuckled silently, put on his seatbelt, and started the car.
Upon arriving at Langting Mingdi, Shang Sheng took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around the woman.
Then, he carried her out of the car and all the way to the master bedroom bathroom.
He first placed her on the chaise lounge and, after undressing, brought her under the shower.
Warm water cascaded over them. Shang Sheng lifted her chin, meeting her slightly reddened eyes, and asked, "Wash up, hmm?"
"You start washing us and then ask? What a bother!" she glared at him fiercely.
He chuckled and lowered his head, their lips meeting. "Don't be angry anymore."
"Just because you say not to be angry, and I'm not?" He was simply a brute, never considering her feelings.
"I apologize. I'll take it slow next time." It was his fault today. After not seeing her for a few days, he had underestimated his own longing for her.
Qin Yige shivered, "Next time? Dream on!"
"If not next time, then this time..." He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips again.
Her pitifully cute demeanor made him unable to stop.
Water droplets slid down the wall, and the bathroom was occasionally filled with the man's gentle, magnetic coaxing: "Soon, don't cry, be good."
"Don't call me good—" When he called her that, she felt like she couldn't breathe.
He chuckled softly, "Then, baby?"
"Don't call me that either..."
"You said it yourself, and now you don't want it?" Women are so fickle, and Qin Yige's thoughts were even harder to decipher.
"No, no!" she resisted playfully, "Why don't you call me Queen— mmmph."
She wanted to be the queen, but he wouldn't even agree. She was truly pitiful.
The night grew deeper. The sentence Qin Yige heard most tonight was: "Are you boiled chicken?"
He asked it countless times, and she answered it countless times.
From the initial "Yes," to finally being forced to tell the truth: No, he had nothing to do with boiled chicken.
While Qin Yige spoke softly, she cursed the old, vindictive dog man in her heart!
He also asked, "Who is the little weakling?"
"Me."
This answer was not from the bottom of her heart.
When Shang Sheng emerged from the bathroom, the woman on the bed was half-asleep.
He lay down beside her. "Qin Yige."
"Get lost!" She didn't want to deal with him.
Just now he was calling her "baby," "good," and now it was "Qin Yige."
A cultured scoundrel in human skin!
He said no more. He reached for something nearby and placed it in her hand.
Touching something cool and smooth, she was extremely curious and forced one eye open, "What is it?"