The Seductive Wife Kisses and Teases While His Black-Bellied Childhood Friend Spoils Him Crazy - Chapter 11

Outside the car window stood a massive billboard featuring a perfume endorsement. The man in the advertisement was Qing Zhe.

Dressed in high-end, seductive attire, he held the luxury perfume as if the scent itself were endorsing him rather than the other way around. His divine features were the kind that would make anyone, even a random passerby, stop in their tracks for a moment. He was truly unforgettable after just one glance.

Those deep green, snake-like pupils seemed to possess a tangible quality as they locked eyes with Jiang Ningxun. Even though it was not the man himself standing there, Jiang Ningxun felt a sharp pang in his heart.

At that moment, a finger gently tilted Jiang Ningxun’s chin back.

Song Shidu kept his eyes on the road as he drove, his gaze darkening slightly. His voice was calm as he spoke, “If you are hungry, eat some cake first. It is in the back seat.”

“I need to lose weight. I cannot eat sweets.”

“Your waist is too thin. You need to eat more.”

Jiang Ningxun suddenly thought of something and his face turned bright red. If there were no surprises, there were likely still visible handprints on his waist. He stammered, “O-okay then. But a piece of cake will not settle it; I still want to eat chicken legs when we get back.”

Song Shidu let out a long, drawn-out, “Oh? Losing weight?”

Jiang Ningxun replied righteously, “Eating chicken legs will not make me fat, but sweets definitely will.”

He reached for the cake in the back seat only to find there was only one spoon. He could not help but suspect that Song Shidu had done this on purpose. Actually, there was no need to suspect; he definitely had.

Jiang Ningxun scooped up a spoonful and held it to Song Shidu’s lips.

They happened to be stopped at a red light.

Song Shidu bit into the cake but did not swallow. Suddenly, he leaned his upper body sharply toward the passenger seat, cupped the back of Jiang Ningxun’s head with one hand, and kissed him fiercely.

“Mm!?”

Their lips entwined and locked. That first bite of cream cake melted between them, the sugary sweetness spreading through their mouths. Jiang Ningxun found himself overwhelmed by the sheer aggression of the kiss.

As time passed, he grew slightly breathless, his eyes lost focus, and a few stray droplets of moisture clung to his eyelashes. The sound of his blushing face and ragged breathing echoed in the car, making one’s heart race.

Jiang Ningxun feebly swatted at his chest. “Mmph! Mmph!”

However, Song Shidu did not let go. He went even further, nipping at the tip of Jiang Ningxun’s tongue and tracing the lines of his teeth before finally letting out a long sigh of satisfaction.

He released Jiang Ningxun.

At the same time, the light turned green. Song Shidu licked his canine teeth and started the car.

Jiang Ningxun had been kissed into a daze. He wilted into a ball, his brownish-red ears curling and trembling slightly. He used his large, fluffy tail to cover his face. If it were not for the seatbelt, he would have curled himself into a complete sphere by now.

For some reason, he could sense a trace of suppressed anger within Song Shidu during that kiss.

Where did this anger come from?

The interior of the car fell into a heavy silence.

Song Shidu kept glancing at the passenger seat out of the corner of his eye. His throat bobbed as he cleared his throat. “Did I bite you too hard?”

A muffled “Yes” came from inside the fox-ball.

“What should I do then? Do you want to bite me back?”

“I am biting.”

Without hesitation, Song Shidu extended his right arm. “Go ahead.”

Jiang Ningxun did not hold back. He grabbed the lean, firm arm and bit down as if it were a chicken leg, not letting go for a full five seconds. His sharp fox teeth left a deep mark.

Song Shidu pulled his arm back to look at the red imprint on his wrist. “Ha. A free watch.”

“This is revenge,” Jiang Ningxun said with satisfaction. “That is what you get for always biting me before.”

“Satisfied now?”

“Mhm.”

“Then keep eating the cake.” Song Shidu pushed the cake closer to him.

As Jiang Ningxun continued to eat, he suddenly heard Song Shidu ask casually, “Is your company up to something? You were the only one working overtime. I noticed the underground garage was already empty; the others left much earlier than you.”

Jiang Ningxun froze, thinking how sharp he was, and nodded. He told him about Qing Zhe selecting a stylist.

Song Shidu listened with a neutral expression. The car’s speed gradually slowed, his eyelids drooping halfway. He said indifferently, “Hmm. So that is how it is. To think he would look for Xingyao to do his styling. Based on what I know of that Senior, he is an extreme perfectionist.”

“Would he really settle for a company like yours after a career setback?”

Both men thought of the most unlikely yet most probable answer. For a moment, the atmosphere in the car turned quiet.

The only reason was that Qing Zhe’s goal in approaching Xingyao was not styling at all.

It was very likely because of a specific person.

In the company, the only person he had a connection with was Jiang Ningxun.

The two made eye contact.

Song Shidu’s gaze was incredibly calm, like a night sky shrouded in gloom. He did not say a word, but that was what made it terrifying.

Often, a couple can fall into doubt over a single incident, planting a seed of suspicion that can never be uprooted.

Jiang Ningxun looked at him in shock, trying to prove himself. “I have not been in contact with him! I swear, there is absolutely no lingering flame! If you do not believe me, look at my phone.”

“I believe you.”

Song Shidu’s eyes crinkled with a smile, though they turned somewhat murky a moment later. “It is just that some people simply refuse to go away, and that bothers me quite a bit.”

The car continued forward at a slow pace, and the atmosphere inside sank into an eerie stiffness. It was clear that Song Shidu minded Qing Zhe’s existence very much.

Back in their school days, before Song Shidu’s feelings had been exposed, he would even “bless” Jiang Ningxun and Qing Zhe. But after Qing Zhe dumped him, Song Shidu’s attitude changed drastically, as if he had torn off a mask.

After a while, Jiang Ningxun felt he had to say something to break the tension, so he spoke.

“Husband?”

The car swerved slightly.

Song Shidu pulled the car over into a safe area. He did not turn around, but beneath his messy black hair, his visible ears instantly turned crimson. It was enough to shatter any pretense of calm.

Even his wolf tail gave a slight wag at that form of address.

Seeing that this tactic worked, Jiang Ningxun smiled and continued, “Husband, what is wrong?”

“I am… fine.”

Jiang Ningxun’s grin widened. “No way, Shidu. You cannot handle me calling you husband a couple of times? You are so formidable at night; is that not exactly what you like me to call you?”

“If I do not say it, you will not stop. But once I do say it, you just get even worse.”

Song Shidu’s face turned explosively red as the memories flooded back.

At a time like that, who could control themselves? Especially with a fox-like Jiang Ningxun by his side, who could possibly remain indifferent?

Song Shidu suddenly restarted the engine. There was still a distance to go before they reached home, but he unexpectedly steered the car toward a small wooded area.

Jiang Ningxun was struck with panic. He had played around too much.

“Shidu! Good Shidu! I have to work tomorrow! You know if I am late, they will really dock my pay! And, and my chair is really hard; my waist will hurt if I sit for too long, so, so—”

However, no matter what he said, the car came to a steady halt in the silent, deserted woods.