Too Late to Regret, She’s Now With the Big Boss - Chapter 69

“Brother Yi, I don’t mean to criticize, but staying out all night right after a flash marriage? How is that any different from being a scumbag?”

As he spoke, Ding Fan pushed Zhang Tianyi out of the elevator, making a playful face at him by placing a hand under his chin.

“…”

Zhang Tianyi stared at the closed elevator doors, a torrent of curses still unspoken, when he heard Wen Yuxin’s cheerful voice.

“Mr. Zhang, you’re back? Let me draw a hot bath for you. You can relax in the tub before having some late-night snacks. I’ll go prepare them now.”

With that, Wen Yuxin immediately turned to run the bathwater. Earlier that day, she had checked the balance on the card her new husband had given her. The number before the decimal point had ten digits, she had counted it eighteen times in disbelief.

Her own savings, including the decimal point, only amounted to seven digits. A husband who was both handsome and wealthy, she had to take good care of him and make sure no one else snatched him away!

What’s more, working for the Lu family was far better than her previous internship. The pay was higher, and she didn’t have to compete with colleagues.

Here, everyone had their own role, and no one envied or provoked others unnecessarily. Rumor had it that anyone who crossed Third Master Lu would end up severely punished.

Now, with two powerful backings, as long as she didn’t provoke Third Master Lu, she could practically do as she pleased in this grand villa. Wen Yuxin’s steps lightened at the thought.

Zhang Tianyi stared blankly at Wen Yuxin’s retreating figure. No one knew what he was thinking, only he himself knew.

…

At the Song Residence.

Song Yuntao had argued with Ye Qingyan and returned to his bedroom in a foul mood, drinking incessantly.

Half-drunk and half-awake, he sensed someone approaching. His eyes snapped open, and he tried to push the person away, but they clung to him stubbornly.

“Brother Yuntao… don’t push me away…” Ye Qingyan lifted her tear-streaked face, her body deliberately teasing a certain part of him.

Song Yuntao’s head was already throbbing from the alcohol, and Ye Qingyan’s antics made his temples pulse with irritation. He snapped angrily, “Stop messing around. Go make me a bowl of sobering soup.”

“Brother Yuntao, Qingyan misses you. Let me help you sober up in another way…”

“…” Song Yuntao felt the urge to slap Ye Qingyan twice. Here he was, drunk and dizzy, and all she could think about was something else!

If it were Ye Qianqian, she would have prepared sobering soup for him without being asked. Without comparison, there would be no pain…

The more he thought of her, the more he missed her, and the more he regretted everything!

“Brother Yuntao, Qingyan truly wants to help you sober up. Please don’t push me away, okay?”

Song Yuntao was at an age of vigorous vitality and hadn’t been abstinent for long, how could he resist…

Ye Qingyan gasped in exaggerated surprise, then began to sing out seductively.

Song Yuntao showed no tenderness, but Ye Qingyan took it as a sign of his obsession with her.

Enduring the discomfort, she cried out with even more fervor…

“Knock, knock, knock…” A series of urgent raps interrupted the two in the bedroom.

“Who is it?” Song Yuntao roared, his voice filled with rage.

“Big Brother, your mother-in-law is here. Father wants to know how you plan to accommodate her?” The respectful voice of the Second Young Master Song, Song Yunchuan, came from outside the door.

Song Yunchuan had suffered greatly with his mother outside before being acknowledged by the Song family. Among them, only his half-brother Song Yuntao had treated him with any kindness.

His elder brother was handsome, gentle, and refined… Song Yunchuan had always admired him and wished for his happiness.

Assistant Bai delivered Xie Yun, covered in blood, to the Song residence, mentioning that Third Master Lu had specifically instructed Song Yuntao to handle her placement personally.

None of the Song family members wanted to provoke Song Yuntao, except for Song Yunchuan, who feared his elder brother’s delay might anger Assistant Bai.

“Your mother is here. Get up now,” Song Yuntao said roughly, trying to pry Ye Qingyan’s arms from around his waist.

“Brother Yuntao~ No matter who’s here, we can wait-” Ye Qingyan’s words cut off abruptly as Song Yuntao froze.

No matter how Ye Qingyan tried to provoke him, it was useless. She could only let go while cursing under her breath. Song Yuntao listened as she spewed venom, insulting her own mother and ancestors in the foulest language.

His pupils dilated in shock. The skin she had touched felt as if it were crawling with cockroaches and gnawed by rats… a deeply unsettling sensation.

It reminded him of the day of the car accident. To keep Ye Qingyan from harm, he had swerved the steering wheel toward himself. Skilled behind the wheel, he had ensured she remained unscathed while he suffered severe injuries.

Before losing consciousness, he had heard her cursing viciously. Back then, deeply in love, he had dismissed it as a hallucination. Now he realized she had always been this sharp-tongued, selfish, and callous.

Song Yuntao shot Ye Qingyan a look of disgust. “I’ll take a quick shower and go downstairs to see your mother. Clean yourself up and come down afterward.”

“Brother Yuntao, I’m too tired and weak. You handle it… I trust you,” Ye Qingyan cooed, her sugary words stirring a storm in Song Yuntao’s heart, though his expression remained unreadable.

The woman he had once loved so deeply was this cold and heartless!

Downstairs, Song’s father politely greeted Bai Lang. “Assistant Bai, please have a seat and some tea. That unfilial son of mine must be asleep. I’ve sent Yunchuan to fetch him, but it might take a while.”

“Don’t trouble yourself, President Song. We have other matters to attend to and must take our leave,” Bai Lang replied, turning to go.

Before leaving, Ding Fan stomped on Xie Yun, who lay on the floor, jolting her awake. He regretted kicking her too hard earlier, knocking her out before they could witness any drama at the Song residence.

“Ah! where is this?” Xie Yun’s eyes flew open, and she let out a piercing shriek at the sight of the unfamiliar hall.

This wasn’t the Ye residence, she knew that place too well. As Madam Ye’s close friend despite their age gap, she was now desperate to go and irritate her.

“What’s all the screaming? Xie Yun, did you offend Third Master Lu?” Song’s father asked disdainfully.

Having navigated the business world for years, he had honed his ability to read people. Third Master Lu had no time to bother with a worthless person.

“President Song? Is this your home? So, you’re the only one who still loves me!” Xie Yun’s eyes welled with tears, tears of joy, believing that here, at her lowest, was a man who still cherished her.

“Love you? Husband, when did you ever love her?” Song’s mother asked in disbelief. “When you were young, you came home crying, saying you’d been tricked into fathering a child outside. What’s this about her?”

“Tsk, tsk, sister-in-law, look at this woman’s slovenly appearance. How could my elder brother ever be interested in her? Now that President Ye has cast her aside, she’s just trying to latch onto him,” Third Madam Song remarked sarcastically, though it was unclear exactly whom she was mocking.

Xie Yun, unaccustomed to such humiliation, tearfully recounted how Song’s father had once pursued her, enraging him.

“Enough! Why hasn’t that unfilial son come down yet? Ever since he switched brides, this house has been in chaos. This madwoman bites anyone she sees. Wife, let’s return to our room.”

Father Song spoke with a guilty conscience as he pulled his wife along and left, leaving Third Lady Song and Xie Yun to trade insults.

…

At the Lu residence.

Lu Jingchen held Ye Qianqian tightly in his arms and slept soundly until nine in the morning. When he opened his eyes, he gazed intently at her flushed cheeks and long, straight eyelashes.

Seeing her pouty lips that looked like little sausages, he felt like staying home to cook for her. But his wife had made it clear he needed to earn money for her to spend.