After Transmigrating into a Book, I Had a Flash Marriage with the Beautiful Crazy Villain - Chapter 31.3

Chu Ling shivered, cold sweat nearly breaking out.

Wait, even if they knew Song Qingyi was her blind date and wanted to side with her, Song Qingyi had already said there was no issue, why was her mom still looking at her like that!?

Noticing the tension, Qiao Wan interjected gently, “We all know how Lingling is sometimes she doesn’t even realize when she’s upset someone. She’s a bit oblivious, so if she’s done anything to bother you, don’t just let her off the hook.”

“Really, there’s nothing. Thank you, Auntie Qiao. Lingling has been good to me if anything, it might be me who’s done something she’s unhappy with. It’s not her fault.”

Song Qingyi’s voice was soft and demure, her demeanor meek, yet somehow it carried an inexplicable air of passive-aggressiveness completely unlike her usual self.

Chu Ling was dumbfounded.

Hold on, we haven’t even started drinking tea yet, so why are you suddenly acting so shady?!

Chu Ling’s hand trembled slightly as she held her teacup, completely unprepared for Song Qingyi’s two-faced nature.

It was obvious, the moment those words left her mouth, both Chu Tong and Qiao Wan knew there was tension between them, and the primary instigator was none other than Chu Ling herself.

Chu Ling was utterly speechless, forced to swallow her grievances and endure the reproachful gazes of both mothers.

Just whose daughter was she, anyway?

She thought weakly to herself.

The terrifying part was that the situation didn’t end there.

Finally, when dinner was served, Chu Ling held her chopsticks and silently watched as both mothers fussed over Song Qingyi, piling her plate with food, worried she might go hungry or feel slighted.

Meanwhile, her own bowl remained empty, not even a single leaf of vegetable in sight, she nearly turned as sour as a lemon.

It was fine. It wasn’t like she didn’t have hands. She could serve herself, it might even taste better that way.

Unlike Song Qingyi, who couldn’t refuse even if she didn’t like the food elders gave her.

She was fine. Completely fine. It wasn’t like she particularly wanted it anyway. It wasn’t a big deal. No big loss if she didn’t get any.

Perhaps her expression was too obvious, because the next second, a perfectly marbled piece of pork rib landed in her bowl just the right balance of fat and lean meat, neither too greasy nor too dry.

Chu Ling looked up. Song Qingyi’s expression was indifferent, as if she hadn’t been the one to serve her.

Chu Ling froze for a moment, her eyes brightening slightly. The bitterness in her heart vanished instantly, replaced by a quiet joy.

Mom Chu Tong’s cooking was as amazing as ever this rib was absolutely delicious!

“Mom, your cooking’s gotten even better!”

Chu Tong let out a meaningful hum. “Oh? Then eat more.”

Chu Ling’s smile faltered slightly as she nodded cautiously. “Okay, you should eat more too. You’ve worked hard.”

Why did it feel like there was a hidden meaning in her mom’s words?

The meal passed pleasantly enough. After dinner, Song Qingyi naturally began clearing the table, but before she could even touch the dishes, Qiao Wan pulled her away.

Chu Ling glanced at their retreating figures, then back at Chu Tong.

Chu Tong smirked. “What are you looking at? Hurry up and help clean.”

Chu Ling: “…”

Her mom, a walking embodiment of double standards.

By the time dinner ended, it was already past eight. Chu Ling assumed she and Song Qingyi would be heading back, but instead, the three of them started chatting.

At first, Chu Ling remained on high alert, wary of any sensitive topics. But after a while, she realized they were just making small talk so much so that she eventually grew drowsy.

She had no idea what they found so interesting to talk about until nearly eleven at night.

By then, Chu Ling was slumped on the sofa, struggling to stay awake, her mind fixated on when they could finally go home and sleep.

She barely registered anything they discussed, her eyes glazed over with exhaustion, her phone lying ignored in front of her.

When it finally seemed like they were wrapping up, Chu Ling forced herself to sit up. “Are we leaving now?”

Only to be met with an eye-roll from her dear mother. “Leave? So you didn’t listen to a single word we said earlier?”

Chu Ling blinked blankly. “We’re not going?”

Chu Tong sighed. “It’s so late where would you go? You’re staying the night. It’s Mid-Autumn Festival anyway, and it’s not like you have anything else to do. What, has being away made you restless?”

Chu Ling didn’t dare argue, nodding meekly. “Okay, okay, got it. We’re staying.”

Chu Tong smiled, “That’s more like it. Go on, find some clothes for Xiao Song. I remember you have quite a few pajamas, and your sizes are similar they should fit her.”

“Your mother and I have been busy all day and didn’t have time to make up the guest bed, so Xiao Song can sleep with you tonight. We’re exhausted and heading to bed now. You two should get settled and rest soon.”

“Oh, and wake up early tomorrow. Auntie Zhou mentioned wanting to go out for a picnic. It’s Mid-Autumn Festival, so it’ll be a nice chance to gather.”

Before Chu Ling could even process the overwhelming flood of information, Chu Tong and Qiao Wan had already left the living room.

Once the two of them retreated to their rooms, the spacious living room fell into silence.

Chu Ling swallowed hard, finally realizing the gravity of the situation.

Was she really going to share a bed with Song Qingyi tonight?!

She stole a glance at Song Qingyi, who stood quietly, expressionless, just watching her without a word.

Chu Ling: “!!!”

How had things come to this?!

She’d thought they were just coming back for a meal before heading home each to their own beds, of course!

So how had it escalated to this point? Had she missed some crucial detail while dozing off earlier?

Her palms were sweating from the sheer unexpectedness of it all.

The mere thought of sharing a bed with Song Qingyi tonight made her heart race with guilt.

Perhaps because she’d been silent for too long, Song Qingyi’s cool voice finally broke the quiet. “Do you plan on standing here all night?”

Good news: Song Qingyi was talking to her.

Bad news: It was dripping with sarcasm.

Chu Ling scratched her cheek, still avoiding eye contact, and forced a dry laugh. “I… I’ll go find you some clothes first. Do you want to shower now?”

The moment the words left her mouth, she wanted to slap herself. What kind of suggestion was that? Telling Song Qingyi to shower first so she could deliver the clothes afterward?

Are you some kind of creep, Chu Ling?!

But wasn’t it also… kind of normal?

Her mind was a tangled mess, and she couldn’t bring herself to look at Song Qingyi’s expression. Without waiting for a reply, she bolted into her room and began rummaging through her closet, pretending to be busy.

Watching her flustered retreat, Song Qingyi’s gaze finally softened, the irritation that had clouded her all day easing slightly. She leisurely followed Chu Ling to her room but didn’t step inside, instead leaning against the doorway to observe her frantic search for clothes.

Song Qingyi let out a quiet laugh. “Seems like it’s hard to find. Well, I’ll leave it to you to bring them to me once you do.”

Without giving Chu Ling a chance to respond, Song Qingyi headed to the bathroom.

Chu Ling stiffened at her words, scrambling out of the closet. She was about to say she’d found something, but when she looked up, the bathroom door was already shut.

She froze for a second before snapping back to reality and dashing forward, hoping to hand over the clothes before Song Qingyi started showering.

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