Part 3Picking up a villainous boss as a husband

"See, you forced him to answer, and when he did, you weren't happy. But it's interesting, the villain's son is so upright it's almost evil, while the glorious protagonist's daughter has a bit of old man Song's style."

In the bar, my best friend Lu Ke teased with a smile.

I irritably downed a shot of strong liquor.

"Yaoyao, haven't you always been about physical pleasure over emotional attachment?"

Lu Ke paused deliberately, flashing a wicked grin:

"Now that you have him, if I were you, I'd enjoy myself first. I don't believe he'd really dare to bite off his tongue and kill himself."

I pondered this, hesitating.

Lu Ke continued to fan the flames: "To tame a high-altitude flower like him, being soft-hearted is a big taboo. You have to know, the essence of forced love is—do it until you love it!"

This woman has been divorced eight times and has a rich romantic history. She must be right.

By the time Lu Ke finished sharing her experience, it was late at night.

I returned to the rental apartment. The bedroom and living room were pitch black; Song Qingli was nowhere to be seen.

Only the storage room in the corner had a light on. I pushed the door open and locked eyes with the boy whose pants were halfway down.

Next to him was his discarded shirt and a makeshift bed made of cardboard and some junk.

Song Qingli froze for two seconds, his hands trembling so much he couldn't pull the zipper up.

I stared at the exposed chest and commented: "Pink. I like it."

The boy couldn't cover both top and bottom.

His hands flew up to cover his chest in a panic, and the pants he had just pulled up fell down again.

Song Qingli's face alternated between red and white, his lower lip almost bitten through:

"Chen... Yaoyao, I thought you weren't coming back."

Song Qingli probably wanted to call me by my full name at first but changed it at the last second.

Seems Lu Ke was right, the training is working.

I raised an eyebrow and approached step by step until Song Qingli had nowhere to retreat and fell onto the tattered little bed.

"I rented this place. I come back when I want."

Song Qingli was practically exposed to me, yet he still struggled to cover himself with the sheet, his tone almost pleading: "Yaoyao, can you please go out first?"

"I made sweet and sour pork ribs. They're in the fridge, just heat them up."

The alcohol was getting to my head, and I blinked slowly.

I didn't expect a pampered young master like Song Qingli to know how to cook my favorite dish, let alone save some for me.

I yanked the sheet off Song Qingli: "I don't want to eat right now, and I don't want to go out."

Forced to be exposed to the air again, the boy's eyes reddened with shame, and his voice rose involuntarily with agitation:

"What do you want to do?"

"You."

My gaze drifted downward involuntarily, and I couldn't help but sigh.

Song Qingli, truly extraordinary.

Getting drunker, I couldn't stand steady in my heels and swayed, falling onto Song Qingli.

I simply sat on him in that position and immediately felt the boy's reaction.

"So your mouth isn't the hardest part of you after all..."