Chapter 105: She Had Such A Hobby

“You can check it with your phone too,” Changqing said evasively. It wasn’t that she was unwilling to give her password, but if she did, Song Chuyi would definitely kill her. Besides, she forgot to delete her watch history of a film she watched a few days ago. If he saw that, she would never be able to clear her name.

Therefore, Changqing decided that no matter what, she would never give it up. “My computer’s down. I can’t connect it to the internet. Go to the study to use Dad’s computer.”

“Is that so?” Song Chuyi stared at the login page and felt it was working fine.

“Yes, yes. I wanted to get someone to fix it but I’ve been too busy these past couple days and didn’t have time,” Changqing told a probable lie.

“Perfect. You can save on the repair fees—I know how to fix it.” After saying that, Song Chuyi hung up.

Changqing was in a daze. Wen Tong, who was beside her, looked up from her packed dinner and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Changqing shivered. “Wen Tong, do you think a person can find out the old password when trying to decode the password?”

“I’m not sure, but it should be possible if the person is highly skilled.”

Changqing said a silent prayer, wishing that Song Chuchu wasn’t a jack of all trades.

Computer-wise, Song Chuyi had always been at a hacker-level but he thought that using such skills would be disrespectful towards others, so he called to ask Changqing.

However, within a minute, when he saw Changqing’s password on the black screen, he smiled coldly.

He finally understood why. All that nonsense about the computer being down was a lie.

How would she even dare to tell him this kind of password?

The translation of it was: Fu Yu, I Miss You.

Very well. Yan Changqing, you are dead meat.

He quickly changed that irksome password and keyed in a new one.

When he entered the desktop page, the internet connection was smooth and there was no virus at all. Indeed, it was all a lie.

Song Chuyi suppressed his anger and opened the email his friend sent. After reading the email, it was still early and he had nothing much to do, so he wanted to take a look at the new movies. He chose one with a medical theme and the video popped up. After that, he noticed a row of films in the watch history with very sharp eyes.

His brows twitched.

This film title was very…

He clicked one open randomly and naked men and women were hovering around before him.

He clicked open another and it was the same once again…

He felt unwell from head to toe.

No wonder people said the computer was one’s private little world.

Indeed, he couldn’t tell she had such a hobby.

He had to view her in a different light.

Song Chuyi’s head was throbbing with pain. What kind of woman did he marry?

He might as well have clicked open her recent browsing history.

Other than some entertainment news, there were also some other search results which made him view her differently once again.

For example: Would a woman experience pain during her first time.

For example: Is it always very hard to go in during a woman’s first time

Also for example: Postures for pleasure…

Song Chuyi silently closed the page. He couldn’t bear to look at it further.

On the set, Changqing suddenly felt a chill. It was definitely going to be summer soon, but why did she suddenly feel so cold?

She shifted her body carefully and said to Wen Tong, “How about I go to your place to sleep tonight?”

“Had a fight with Dr. Song?” Wen Tong frowned.

Changqing nodded.

“Alright, alright. I’ll reluctantly take you in for a night.”

After filming the last scene, Changqing went back in Wen Tong’s car. When they were about to reach her house, she received a call from Song Chuyi. “When are you coming back?”

Changqing said in an extremely cowardly voice, “I have to shoot overnight today. I won’t be coming back.”

Wen Tong, who was at the side, looked at her like she had seen a ghost.

On the other side of the phone, Song Chuyi laughed cynically. “Yan Changqing, how much water is there in your brain? Did you forget that I told you in the morning that I would get Shaobin’s men to protect you in the dark? Do you think I would be unaware of what you’re doing and where you are? Filming? Are you playing with me? You were done with your shoot 40 minutes ago. Get right back now. Don’t make me head over personally to bring you back. Otherwise, you’ll have to bear the consequences.”

Changqing felt extremely ashamed. Alright, she remembered the guards. It was because she took several sneak peeks around today but didn’t see anyone protecting her.

She thought Song Chuyi was just spouting nonsense.

“Alright, I’ll head back at once,” she said obediently.

After seeing her hang up, Wen Tong looked at her despisingly. “You’re so useless.”

“I also think I’m very useless.” Changqing thought of Song Chuyi’s expressionless face and lowered her head docilely.

In the middle of the night, Wen Tong made another turn to take her back.

Changqing entered the courtyard with her heart in her throat. Auntie Zhang said with a smile when she saw her, “You’re back. Are you hungry? Do you need me to make you supper?”

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“Yes, yes, yes.” Changqing quickly nodded and followed Auntie Zhang into the kitchen with tiny steps.

Auntie Zhang said, “Yesterday, your father’s friend happened to give him 20 crabs. I’ll steam them for you.”

“Sure, sure, sure. I love crabs.” Changqing saw the huge crabs and felt that her saliva was dripping out.

“Go accompany Mr. Song. I can handle things here,” Auntie Zhang said.

Changqing didn’t really want to leave and continued to squat at the side, pretending to watch the crabs.

“Go, go,” Auntie Zhang urged.

“I also want to eat your fried noodles,” Changqing said again as she lifted her head up.

“Sure. Go and ask Mr. Song if he wants fried noodles.” Auntie Zhang nodded and started looking for noodles.

Changqing’s head hurt. Auntie Zhang kept trying to push her towards Song Chuchu. “I don’t think he wants to; he doesn’t usually eat supper.”

“I kind of want to eat today,” a crisp voice came from behind suddenly.

Changqing looked back and Song Chuyi had been leaning on the kitchen door since God knew when. He was tall, his movements were confident and at ease and his thin lips were in a smile.

Changqing felt weak all over and wished she could become a tortoise and hide in her shell.

“Come, don’t stay in the kitchen. You’re keeping Auntie Zhang from making supper.” Song Chuyi beckoned her and his pair of clear eyes were filled with gentleness and smiles.

Changqing thought in her heart: Maybe he didn’t manage to fix the computer.

There was so much data on a computer after all, and it was so complicated. It took her so long to learn it that he probably wouldn’t know either.

Changqing followed him obediently and when they reached the living room, she quickly removed the hand on her waist and said, “I’m drenched in sweat from a day of shooting. I’ll go take a shower.”

She slipped upstairs without even waiting for his reply.

After escaping upstairs, she checked her computer. It was off. She heaved a sigh of relief and took a shower immediately.

After coming out from the shower, Auntie Zhang was calling for her. The steamed crabs were ready.

Changqing went downstairs eagerly and Song Chuyi was sitting by the glistening crabs, deshelling the crabs elegantly.

Deshelling a crab was such a boorish affair, but he made it look like he was eating in a western restaurant.

“You didn’t even wait for me.” Changqing pouted and sat beside him.

“You didn’t tell me to wait for you,” Song Chuyi said lightly.

Changqing snorted. Ungentlemanly.

She ignored him and pried open the largest crab. There was a shocking amount of roe and Changqing ate four in one go, peeling until her fingers were numb and there was roe all over her mouth.

Song Chuyi watched as she missed a spot after wiping for a very long time and couldn’t bear to watch further, using his finger to help her.

His thumb was scalding and his handsome face was very close. He stared at her closely with her pair of bright eyes. Changqing felt embarrassed from head to toe. Her ears were red too.

Auntie Zhang happened to walk out with two bowls of fried noodles and when she saw this scene, she couldn’t help but nod.

Changqing only finished half the friend noodles while Song Chuyi cleaned his bowl. She said with a sense of pride, “Auntie Zhang’s fried noodles are very good, right?”

“Mm,” Song Chuyi said lightly, “Have more. You will have the energy to work after eating your fill.”

Changqing blinked. “What work?”

“What do you think?” Song Chuyi curled his lips.

The crab in Changqing’s hand dropped to her plate and her small, oval face suddenly flushed red.

Under the dining room light, her face seemed so delicate as though water could drip out from it. Song Chuyi tightened his grip on his chopsticks and wished he could bring her back into the room at this moment.

“I… I don’t understand.” Changqing turned her face away evasively and continued to bite into the crab.

She decided to use the crab to buy time.

She wasn’t going to do that with him.

She fought hard with eight big crabs and in the end, Song Chuyi couldn’t bear to watch further. “Stop eating. The crabs are cooling—you’ll get diarrhea if you eat too much.”

Changqing actually couldn’t eat anymore, but she didn’t want to go up.

She continued to reach for more but Song Chuyi simply caught hold of her hand and dragged her upstairs.

“I still want to eat… still want to eat…” Changqing gripped the corner of the table like a child.

Auntie Zhang found it funny, watching them at the side. “Changqing, Dr. Song is right. It’s not good to have too much. I’ll save those for you, and you can have them tomorrow morning.”

Changqing was pulled back to the bedroom by Song Chuyi just like that with a bitter face.

After entering, Song Chuyi locked the door from inside.

When Changqing heard that click and saw his expressionless face, she felt increasingly uneasy. “I haven’t drunk any water.”

“Drinking water after 10 at night will make you bloated. Your face is already so bloated, yet you still want to drink water?” Song Chuyi mocked her while sitting on the couch he sat on while questioning her in the morning.

Changqing was angry. “How is my face bloated? Song Chuchu, can you not say such nasty things?”

“Fine, I won’t say nasty things. Let’s talk about something else.” Song Chuyi laughed and his lips lifted into a cold smile. “Why don’t we talk about this password ‘Fuyuwoxiangni’?”

Changqing’s legs became jelly. Seconds ago, she was still puffed up like a balloon but in a second, she seemed to have been pricked by a needle, deflated and out of steam. Her lips moved and she watched as Song Chuyi’s dark eyes grew colder. As cold as the ice in the North Pole. His deep and unrestrained voice rang out again. “Do you want me to give Fu Yu a call and tell him that you still miss him and constantly have him on your mind? Should I make way and let you two lovers be together?”

Changqing shuddered and shook her head. “I…”

Song Chuyi interrupted her and continued, “Things between you and Fu Yu are really like a book—it gets more interesting the more you flip through the pages. What a turn of events. You obviously still like him, yet you told me without batting an eyelid that he’s a brother who took care of you since you were young and was your sister’s classmate. Yan Changqing, do you even need to write a draft for your lies? Don’t start tearing up. As expected from an actor, tearing up whenever you want.”