My Husband's Eyes Have Been Looking Different Lately After Our Marriage of Convenience - Chapter 29

Chapter 29: “In Such a Hurry?”…

The rain pattered down, heavy enough to wash away any sound.

In the depths of Lu Tingyun’s eyes, a predatory beast seemed to lurk. He lowered his head, intending to cover the lips he had long hungered for, but he only managed to kiss the corner of Song Ai’s mouth.

Song Ai couldn’t move, so he simply turned his head away.

Lu Tingyun used one hand to pinch his chin, forcing him to face him.

“It was my first time,” he said deeply.

Song Ai didn’t understand. He pursed his lips and muttered, “What… first time?”

“The time you demanded I fulfill my duties as a husband.” As he spoke, a trace of strange shyness appeared in Lu Tingyun’s eyes. “That was the first time I had ever done such a thing. Before that, I had never tried, let alone thought about… anyway, Song Ai, you have to take responsibility for me.”

The more the youth listened, the wider his eyes grew.

Huh???

That day was actually Lu Tingyun’s first time??

Although Song Ai was a virgin himself, given how “practiced” Lu Tingyun’s movements had been that day, he had always assumed the man was experienced. Now, suddenly learning that the other was in the same boat as him, Song Ai’s psychological balance was instantly restored.

“But you knew everything… how is that possible?”

“There are many tutorials online,” the man explained. “You just need to spend some time watching a few videos, and you’ll know how to do everything. For me, it couldn’t be simpler.”

Song Ai: “…”

No wonder that day, when he came out of the shower, he saw Lu Tingyun holding his phone and staring at it motionlessly. He was cramming at the last minute!!

Teachers used to say that people with good grades likely had high learning capabilities.

But Lu Tingyun’s learning ability was just too damn strong!

Before Song Ai could recover from the shock, the other was already on the verge of…

Lu Tingyun held back and said again, “Song Ai, give me another chance. I’ll make you…”

Song Ai: “…………”

Hearing those words, his face turned completely red, and his ears felt scorching hot.

Damn it.

How could Lu Tingyun say such things out loud??

Worse yet, his body was becoming softer by the second. Within moments, the youth’s gaze grew hazy. The lone soldier put up a final resistance, but the city walls eventually fell.

…

The next day.

The heavy rain had completely ceased. A knock sounded at the door of the west wing.

Song Ai rolled over groggily, hearing the voice of the old estate’s butler outside. “Master, are you awake? It’s almost ten o’clock. The Old Madam asked me to remind you to eat breakfast.”

Ten o’clock?

The youth, still in a dreamlike state, was a bit dazed. Is ten o’clock late? If you sleep early, you wake up early; if you sleep late, you obviously wake up late. We slept so late last night…

Wait…???

Song Ai suddenly remembered something and snapped his eyes open. Turning his head, he indeed saw Lu Tingyun’s sharp features.

Song Ai immediately tried to retreat as if he had seen a ghost, but he was scooped back into a pair of large hands and held against a firm chest.

“Weren’t you satisfied yesterday?” Lu Tingyun opened his eyes slightly and looked at him, asking calmly, his voice sounding as though he hadn’t had his fill.

Yesterday I was [redacted]! Today I’m sober!

Song Ai reached out and “smack”—hit him right in the face.

“Not satisfied.”

Leaving those two words behind, he flipped over and climbed out of bed, only to realize he was wearing nothing but a pair of underwear.

Looking down, his waist and thighs were covered in marks. Yesterday, when they first started, Lu Tingyun had indeed “served” him well, but the further it went, the more the man let himself go, becoming completely uncontrollable…

The more Song Ai thought about it, the angrier he got. He gave the man still lying on the bed a kick, grabbed his clothes, and bolted into the bathroom.

Outside, the butler heard a bit of movement and said patiently, “Master? Are you awake?”

Lu Tingyun had been staring at the bathroom door with a lingering sense of desire, but after a moment, he shifted his gaze to the door and replied, “Awake.”

The butler felt relieved, reminded them once more to “remember to go to the front house for breakfast,” and left.

Soon, Song Ai emerged from the bathroom. He almost collided with Lu Tingyun the moment he opened the door.

“Can you stop standing behind the door from now on?” Song Ai said in a near-commanding tone, bracing himself against the door handle.

Lu Tingyun was unexpectedly submissive. “Okay.”

Song Ai: “.”

He felt like they were playing some weird role-play.

Song Ai stopped talking and walked past him to the wardrobe. There was a full-length mirror attached to it. The youth stood in front of the mirror, turning left and then right, observing himself very carefully.

Fortunately, he was wearing long pants, which completely covered the marks on his thighs. There was nothing on his arms, but there were two marks on his collarbone. Luckily, the collar wasn’t particularly loose; as long as he didn’t move too wildly, no one should notice.

Song Ai raised an eyebrow in satisfaction. Looking at his high-spirited reflection, he realized his back and waist didn’t actually ache much today.

Probably because yesterday it was Lu Tingyun who had been…

Thinking of certain images, Song Ai quickly shook his head.

Just then, Lu Tingyun finished changing and came out. Song Ai turned to look at him and felt a bit speechless. The man’s state could only be described as “radiant.” He gave off the vibe of a demon who maintained his beauty by absorbing human essence.

Song Ai pursed his lips and asked, “When are we leaving?”

“Do you have plans?”

“Mhm. Going out to play.”

This time, it was for real. Li Shang had sent him a message half an hour ago.

“Drinking?”

“Definitely not. If I drink again, I’m a dog.” Hadn’t he learned his lesson enough?

Lu Tingyun lowered his eyes, his tone turning cooler. “As you wish.”

“What does ‘as I wish’ mean? Any time is fine?”

“Mhm.”

Song Ai immediately took advantage of the situation. “Then right now!”

Lu Tingyun: “…”

“Fine, but wait a moment,” Lu Tingyun said. “There’s still an important thing to do.”

“Wait for wha—”

Before Song Ai could finish, he looked up and found Lu Tingyun had strode right up to him, less than two centimeters away. Song Ai backed away in fright.

“What the hell are you doing—”

“Eat breakfast before we go.”

“…”

Psychopath.

If looks could kill, Lu Tingyun would have been breathless by now. Song Ai stomped off in a huff, though he didn’t turn left out the door, but right—the direction of the dining hall.

After a few steps, he suddenly backed up, his gaze becoming evasive. He stammered out an instruction: “Uhm… remember to throw out the trash.”

Heaven knows how shocked he was yesterday when he saw Lu Tingyun pull that thing out of his suit pocket.

Lu Tingyun glanced at the corner out of the corner of his eye and replied with a calm “Mhm.”

Even if Song Ai hadn’t mentioned it, he would have done it. Being thorough was his habit; he threw it away every time, just as he prepared ahead of time every time.

…

After bidding farewell to the Old Madam, the two walked side-by-side toward the main gate.

Halfway there, Song Ai suddenly asked, “Why didn’t you say goodbye to your dad this time?”

Lu Tingyun was the most ritualistic person he had ever met. Although he hadn’t visited many times, every time before leaving, he would see Lu Tingyun find each elder individually to say goodbye. Especially Lu Haichuan. He had never heard him talk back to his father; he was more obedient than a specially trained pet.

Lu Tingyun didn’t look over. He pursed his lips. “Father is talking to others. It’s inconvenient to disturb him.”

He had spoken against his father yesterday, and his father was likely still angry and didn’t want to see him.

“Oh…”

Song Ai didn’t think much of it and followed him out the gate. Just as he stepped over the threshold, a slightly chubby figure hurried toward him, looking vaguely teary-eyed.

“Wuwu, Ai-ge, why did you come out so late? I thought something terrible had happened to you.”

Li Shang looked honest and tough, but he was actually very fragile inside. Back in kindergarten, when another kid stole their candy, he didn’t even dare to cry to the teacher. In the end, it was Song Ai who got the candy back for him. Since then, his dependence on Song Ai had only grown. When Song Ai went abroad, he almost bought a ticket to follow him. It was only because of those three years that he had become more independent. He wasn’t that dependent anymore, but he still worried.

For instance, right now, he truly thought Song Ai was being beaten by the Lu family. Seeing him come out a few minutes late had made him frantic, grabbing Song Ai’s arms and looking left and right to check for wounds.

Remembering there were marks on him that shouldn’t be seen, Song Ai quickly stopped him. “I… just got held up in the bathroom for a bit. Stop looking, there are so many people here! Mind the setting.”

Only then did Li Shang look behind him. When his gaze swept over Lu Tingyun, he was startled by the man’s dark, gloomy eyes.

Holy moly.

How on earth had Ai-ge managed to live by this guy’s side for over half a year?

Li Shang was scared into submission and quickly withdrew his hand.

Just as Song Ai was about to speak, he heard a cold sentence from the person behind him: “In such a hurry?”

What’s with the hurry?

Full of confusion, he turned around, only to find that the other man had already walked toward the car, his face completely expressionless.

Song Ai: “?”

What now??

Li Shang was also bewildered. He whispered, “Who upset him?”

Who knows.

Song Ai shrugged, slinging an arm around his friend to head in the other direction. “Whatever. Let’s go too. Is the private room ready?”

Li Shang followed along. “It’s ready.”

“Is Old Wang coming?”

“Yeah! He said his mom is doing a bit better these past two days, and his dad has taken over the care, so he can rest for a few days.”

“That’s good.”

…

Since Song Ai had sworn off alcohol, the three decided on a more “innocent” activity—belting out songs at a KTV.

Song Ai wasn’t much of a singer, and Li Shang was even worse—completely tone-deaf. When they were kids and the school organized a chorus, the teacher picked the two of them. Song Ai just opened his mouth without making a sound, a master of “filling a vacancy without merit.”

Li Shang was different. He sang very seriously, completely immersed in his own voice, oblivious to the fact that his voice drowned out everyone else’s—and not a single note was on key. Teachers and classmates alike had stared at him, and the two students next to him almost fainted from deafness. Since then, he has earned the nickname “Li Loud-Voice.”

In comparison, Wang Ruijing was the crane among the chickens. He didn’t have much technique, but he had a naturally good voice; anything he hummed sounded pleasant. Choosing this place was also to help him relax.

The three ordered a bunch of songs, a fruit platter, some snacks, and two dozen drinks, planning to sing their hearts out all afternoon. Each had a microphone. The early songs had simple melodies anyone could sing. By the time they reached the ballads, Song Ai and Li Shang couldn’t keep up and settled for listening to Wang Ruijing sing.

The most boring part of KTV is listening to others sing. Li Shang couldn’t sit still; he put down the mic and picked up his phone.

Song Ai happened to be thirsty. He picked up a can of Fanta and popped it open with one hand, his fingers lightly gripping the rim. He raised it to his lips, but just as he took a sip, Li Shang suddenly lunged toward him with his phone.

Caught off guard, “splash”—the orange soda spilled everywhere. Some even flowed down his collar, the cold liquid making Song Ai shiver.

“Ai-ge, what do you think of this new Mercedes… holy crap! Sorry, I didn’t mean to!!”

Li Shang took a few seconds to react, frantically trying to wipe it away with his hands. Song Ai couldn’t stop him, his temple throbbing. “Get your hands off me! If you wipe any more, you’ll just spread it evenly…”

Wang Ruijing heard the commotion and handed over several tissues.

In the chaos, Song Ai’s collar was pulled open.

Several pink marks were exceptionally glaring.