Two-Faced Husband, Have Some Decency!

”Keyao, can you help me? I don’t know where Song Yu’s parents live. Can you bring me there so I can tell this to them,” Mu Sisi pleaded while clenching onto Yu Keyao’s hand.

Yu Keyao patted her hand lightly, sighed and said, ”Rather than having you reveal it, I’ll do it. If you appeared out of the blue, they might not believe you.”

”Would this cause you trouble? If her parents told Song Yu and Qi Chengzhi about this, what would happen to you? If Qi Chengzhi causes you trouble…” Mu Sisi looked at Yu Keyao in doubt.

Yu Keyao was trying to impress Mu Sisi—she did not want to only be ”friends”. She wanted Mu Sisi to truly accept and appreciate her in order to have her help and support when she married Mu Huaisheng one day.

”Even if he wanted to cause me trouble, what could he do? Our family is already in such a bad shape, it could not get any worse. On top of that, I’m employed at MU. so Qi Chengzhi can’t threaten your brother to fire me. Moreover, he was the one who caused the Song family to go bankrupt. That’s a fact. I did not accuse him on purpose. If he takes his revenge on me because I told the truth, what would my aunt and uncle think? Wouldn’t it be harder for them to forgive him? I’m anticipating all of this, and I’m sure he will too. He will not cause me so much trouble.” Yu Keyao pulled her hand back and clenched onto the glass. She watched the red liquid in the glass move.

”On top of that, I want to help you too. Our current relationship aside, you’re the one who gave me this job when I was in trouble. Of course, I will help you now when I can.”

Mu Sisi looked at Yu Keyao and felt touched. ”Keyao, you’re so nice. Since you’re family to me, I won’t be calculative with you. You’re my sister-in-law from now on, really. I’ll never let my brother do anything to betray you. I will not acknowledge anyone else as my sister-in-law other than you.”

Yu Keyao blushed, smiled shyly, and she nodded her head ever so slightly.

Mu Sisi raised her glass, hiding her sinister smile as she drank from it.

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Song Yu woke up early the next day. She was excited for the routine pregnancy scan and could not fall asleep last night. As there was nothing urgent today, she could finally go to the hospital for her scan without problems.

Song Yu lifted her head from Qi Chengzhi’s arms and found him still asleep. His hand was already on her waist out of habit. Even if she woke up with her back facing him, she would still be in his embrace.

He was half-naked. His chest popped out of the blanket, and he seemed exceptionally calm when he was asleep. His long, fan-like lashes were spread out, and the sun was shining on them. There were fan-like shadows on his eyelids.

Song Yu realized that there were no words to describe her love for him. Her heart started racing even though she was just quietly watching him sleep.

She looked down at his hand on her waist—his palm was clean and dry, his nails were short and neat, and his fingers were long and lean. He had the hand of an artist.

Song Yu’s fingertips landed softly on his nails and traced the joints on his fingers. She twirled her fingers on one of his joints—she loved how detailed it felt.

Her fingertips gradually moved up to his wrist from the back of his hand and landed on his toned arm.

She felt the muscles on his arm tightened. Song Yu looked up into Qi Chengzhi’s dark pupils, and she could not make a sound. His eyes were lit with fire and his facial features seemed to be tensed up. There was heat coming off him.

Song Yu became nervous and gulped. She asked softly while trembling, ”You’re awake?”

”You’re seducing me this early in the morning?” He had just woken up, and his voice was still incredibly raspy and magnetic. Her heart shivered as she heard his voice.

”No, I’m just touching,” Song Yu said softly. She looked down as she did not dare to look at him. Her body temperature rose as she smelled a strong, manly scent from his body.

Qi Chengzhi grabbed her hand all of a sudden, and his fingers intertwined with hers tightly. He rolled over and trapped her in his embrace before kissing her lips with speed and weight. He put her hand on his chest and whispered into her lips, ”Touch.”

”…” Song Yu’s fingertips and palms were hot from his skin. She was too embarrassed to say anything.

His hot palms moved down her arms and over her waist—one of his hands grazed against her skin and moved upwards, but the other one went down. He got in there slowly.