Two-Faced Husband, Have Some Decency!

The director left with the crowd, and Song Yu asked the elders to go home and rest. She called the confinement center and had them deliver a bowl of porridge. Qi Chengzhi was supposed to be able to have a little solid food today, but after what happened, he had to be back on soft food for a few days.

Qi Chengzhi was depressed. One of his hands was hooked to the IV, and there was barely any strength in the other. He could only let Song Yu feed him. Qi Chengzhi barely had any appetite—he was full after a bowl. Song Yu cleaned his mouth before eating some of it herself.

She went to the kitchen to clean up and carried a small pail of warm water from the toilet. There was a towel on her arm.

Qi Chengzhi gave her a disapproving look. ”Why didn’t you get someone to carry it, you’re carrying such a heavy pail yourself.”

”This weight is nothing.” Song Yu placed the pail on the bedside table. She went back to the toilet and brought out the facial wash and sponge before sitting on the bed to clean Qi Chengzhi’s face. ”Close your eyes.”

Qi Chengzhi closed his eyes and felt Song Yu’s fingers circle and massage his face. Her fingers were lean and soft—they felt good. After cleaning it, she used the sponge to wipe his face as well. She changed the pail of water a few times until the water became clear. She went to fill the pail with hot water again and unbuttoned Qi Chengzhi’s pajamas to clean his body.

Seeing the new bandage on his body, Song Yu pursed her lips and said, ”Everything was fine, now the wound is torn open again and you need to recover all over again. Even after that, there will be a huge scar.”

”I don’t mind the scar.” Qi Chengzhi smiled, and his voice was clear. ”I’m a man, I don’t care about them as long as you don’t think it’s ugly.”

Song Yu looked at him as she dipped the towel in hot water to wipe him from the neck. She smiled and said, ”I can just look at your face.”

Qi Chengzhi lifted his brow and realized how she was wiping his body. He laughed and said, ”Are you sterilizing my body?”

Song Yu did not stop. She glared at him and said, ”What are you talking about, as if I did not clean you yesterday.”

Song Yu avoided the areas where his bandage was and wiped downwards with care. She was just wiping his chest—the bandage was wrapped around his abdomen and his ribs.