The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

As Shen Chonglu carefully applied the ointment, his eyelashes lowered, and he murmured dejectedly:

"Can't you try to rely on me a little? Or... try to like me a little?"

Song Yunxi looked at the man in front of her and didn't say anything for a moment.

He knows a lot.

They are familiar with the fluctuating domestic economic situation, understand the unpredictable business competition, and even know how to protect themselves in the most dangerous situations.

But I just don't know how to like someone.

It seems he's been trapped in a strange cycle since childhood.

In those vague and distant fragments of memory, his biological parents were once an enviable loving couple, but in the end they went their separate ways, even to the point of bloodshed, which also shattered his childhood.

And the Lu family too.

When Lu Qingyuan was young, he had a childhood sweetheart and wife. The two were very loving and harmonious, and their relationship was considered a beautiful story in the entertainment circle.

But even such a devoted man never stopped having affairs with other women, and many of his illegitimate children were even older than Lu Jinci.

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Madam Lu learned of her husband's infidelity while pregnant. Overwhelmed by anger and grief, she went into premature labor. After giving birth to Lu Jinci, her health deteriorated significantly, and she remained bedridden for many years before passing away in melancholy.

Even now, Madam Lu's photo is still displayed on Lu Qingyuan's bedside table and in his study.

He truly loved his deceased wife's son more than anyone else; his other illegitimate children were never even in the public eye.

But this doesn't stop him from having countless lovers around him now that he's in his fifties, changing them like a revolving door.

Song Yunqi had also met the business partners or celebrities around him, and they had all taken this model to the extreme.

The red flag at home is not down, but the colorful flags are fluttering outside.

In the world of these powerful individuals, deep affection and betrayal can coexist in a bizarre and harmonious way.

No one had ever taught Song Yunxi how to love someone; all he saw around him were rotten and hypocritical examples.

To be fair, his attitude towards Shen Chonglu was already exceptionally close.

I don't know if my boundaries have been blurred by sex, or if I've subconsciously developed a slight dependence on this man.

He was willing to tolerate Shen Chonglu's clinginess, willing to let his guard down in front of this person, and then throw a tantrum without restraint.

But if we really want to cross that line and reach the point where we like each other, it doesn't seem like that's the case.

Song Yunqi felt scared.

He feared that once he opened his heart and fully entered into an intimate relationship without reservation, he would still end up with a failed relationship.

When people are moved by love, they always speak sweet words in a grand and dignified manner.

They may profess deep love one moment, but betray each other the next.

Song Yunqi did not accept this disparity.

His pride and self-respect would not allow him to become a loser in matters of the heart, and he would face the risk of betrayal if he fell in love.

He would rather it had never started.

The cotton swab gently rubbed the wound, bringing a cool sensation mixed with a slightly hot stinging pain.

Although Song Yunqi did not answer Shen Chonglu's question, Shen Chonglu did not seem to have high expectations for it either.

He tossed the used cotton swab into the trash can, a self-deprecating smirk playing on his lips, a bitter, self-deprecating smile on his face.

"Can I stay here tonight?"

Song Yunqi frowned slightly, his lips moved, and he was about to refuse when the man, as if anticipating his resistance, quickly leaned forward and added:

"Please, I'm quitting tomorrow."

"From now on... I'll see you even less often."

Resign.

The two words made Song Yunxi swallow back the word "expel" that was on the tip of her tongue.

His gaze fell on a point in the void, and only then did the young man belatedly realize what had happened.

He completed Zhou Cheng's official employment procedures the day before yesterday, while Lin Hang, who was originally in charge of the overall situation, handed over all his work yesterday and went back to his hometown to take care of his sick mother.

As for Shen Chonglu.

This person concealed his identity when he came to Song's company as an assistant, which was a tactic he used to get close to me.

Now that things have come to this point, Song Yunqi naturally wouldn't let the other person stay at the company. Yesterday afternoon, she signed a statement of dismissal and fired the person directly.

The lights in the living room were very bright.

The photo clearly shows Shen Chonglu's broken appearance.

He remained kneeling on the carpet, his tall frame hunched over the edge of the sofa, head tilted back, his dark eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions.

Like a fierce dog about to be abandoned by its owner, it humbly wags its tail, begging for one last refuge.

Song Yunqi looked down at him.

The two were extremely close, and the masculine scent emanating from Shen Chonglu filled their nostrils without any obstruction as they breathed.

This inexplicably reminded him of the night the two of them had been entangled.

"You are only allowed to sleep in guest rooms."

The young man withdrew his gaze, rubbed his temples wearily, and although his tone remained cold, he finally relented.

Shen Chonglu was taken aback, and a glint of light flashed in his dim eyes.

He nodded hastily, as if afraid the young man would change his mind, and reached out to grasp Song Yunqi's fingers resting on his knees, gently squeezing them, suppressing his overwhelming joy at having regained what he had lost:

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say."

"Are you hungry? I saw there are some ingredients in the fridge, how about I make you a bowl of noodles?"

The light shone on their clasped hands.

Song Yunqi moved her fingers, but did not pull her hand away. Instead, she responded softly.

Shen Chonglu turned and walked into the kitchen.

He moved nimbly, trying to avoid the sound of the cutlery clattering.

Song Yunqi leaned back on the sofa, her gaze passing through the semi-transparent glass partition of the kitchen to catch the busy figure.

The man had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his upright posture made him particularly eye-catching and pleasing to the eye as he wore an apron.

The refrigerator's crisper drawer only contained noodles, eggs, and a few green vegetables.

Shen Chonglu skillfully took out the pot and boiled water.

He knew Song Yunqi's taste; he disliked greasy food, so he only used a little salt and white pepper for seasoning.

A moment later, the porcelain bowl landed on the dining table.

The clear broth noodles, topped with a half-cooked poached egg and garnished with chopped scallions, rise with a delicate aroma of wheat.

Song Yunqi pulled out a chair.

His stomach was empty; he was indeed very hungry. He picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a noodle, and put it in his mouth.

tasty.

Shen Chonglu did not leave, but stood by the table watching him eat, and did not look away until he finished a bowl of noodles.

That focused gaze was so intense that it made the young man feel extremely uncomfortable.

The man raised his hand, his fingertips hovering over Song Yunqi's earlobe, without actually touching it, as if he were tracing the outline of a handprint through the air.

"How dare he hit you?"

Song Yunxi put down her chopsticks, avoiding his eyes filled with heartache and stubbornness, and turned to look at the deep night outside the window.

"I did it on purpose."

"But you shouldn't hurt yourself like this."

Shen Chonglu leaned over, placing his hands on the edge of the dining table, trapping the young man in his encirclement.

He was very close, his eyes brimming with suppressed jealousy and anger, leaving Song Yunqi with no way to avoid him.

In the end, she couldn't resist and ran her fingertips along the edge of her swollen cheek, her movements as gentle as if she were handling a fragile piece of porcelain.

"I don't know what you're planning right now..."

"If you don't want to tell me, then I won't ask."

Shen Chonglu murmured, his fingertips tracing the contours of his cheek down to his chin.

"In your eyes, have I always just been a dispensable pastime?"

Song Yunxi felt the slight touch on her cheek but did not pull away.

He didn't know how to define their relationship, nor did he want to.

"no."

Shen Chonglu stared at him for a long time, sighed softly, and ultimately said nothing, simply clearing away the dishes in silence.

The room fell silent again.

Song Yunqi lowered her head, stroking her flat stomach, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Perhaps it started with the idea of ​​casual fun, but as they spent more time together, the man's role began to become blurred.

He didn't know what role Shen Chonglu played in his life.

But he never, ever, ever felt that Shen Chonglu was dispensable.

The other person's presence even added a splash of color to his otherwise boring life.

Irreplaceable, color.

From now on, Shen Chonglu will retire, and the baby will continue to accompany him in place of his father.

He is no longer alone.