What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 41

Chapter 41: I Threw Myself into Qi Yan’s Arms

Song Huai flicked his cigarette ash, and the red glow on his fingertips became even more glaring.

“I just heard someone playing the piano at the banquet, and it made me think of my dear brother. When we were kids, our piano teacher used to praise you, saying how talented you were, and that you would become a little piano prince.”

“Heh, little piano prince—” Song Huai sneered and threw the cigarette butt on the ground, grinding it with his foot. “How come you can’t even play a full piece now?”

Song Huai was so focused on his mockery that he didn’t see that Song Cun’s expression had already reached its breaking point. “Oh, right, I heard that Qi Yan usually doesn’t leave the house. Tsk, in that case, you two are a perfect match—”

“Shut up.” Song Cun’s voice was frigid.

But Song Huai was in the middle of his tirade and couldn’t hear the deliberate calm before Song Cun’s breaking point. “Tsk, tsk, I’m saying you’re a good match. Let me finish! The two of you, one’s a useless person who can’t even play the piano, and the other’s a sickly weakling who lies in bed all day—”

BANG!

Wine splashed everywhere as the glass bottle shattered on Song Huai’s forehead! Song Huai’s disgusting words were cut short when Song Cun grabbed a nearby wine bottle and smashed it over his head.

“Shut up!”

“I told you to shut up!”

Song Cun spoke through clenched teeth. It was hard to tell if it was wine or bl00d pouring down Song Huai’s forehead. Song Huai never expected his brother, who had always tolerated his bullying, would dare to smash a bottle on his head. He was in too much pain to speak. He fell to the ground, holding his head and wailing.

Song Cun took a step forward and looked down at Song Huai, his eyes like he was looking at a dog. “Since you’ve benefited from the Qi family, shut your dog mouth! You’re a lackey lording it over others, and you dare to get in front of your master—even a dog would be offended if I called you a dog! Your brain is even worse than a pig’s! Don’t forget that I’m Qi Yan’s bedmate now. One word in his ear, and you, Song Huai, can forget about having a foothold in this city!”

After finishing his furious rant, Song Cun didn’t want to deal with this scumbag anymore and walked straight away. He just wanted to go home now. But after his passionate outburst, his mind was a bit dazed. He turned into a random corridor and opened a few doors, and now he had no idea where he was. He was like a headless fly, stumbling through the maze-like corridors. The more he walked, the more erratic his steps became, and he couldn’t find an exit. In the midst of his chaotic stumbling, he belatedly realized that his entire body was trembling.

…

The sound of his voice made the wooden boards hum and tremble. Through the crack, he could see half a cigarette butt in his hand. The embers flickered on and off, like a red eye in the darkness. “Little scoundrel, where are you hiding?”

8-year-old Song Cun was huddled in a closet. Through the crack, he saw half a glowing cigarette. The embers flickered on and off, like a demon’s red eye in the darkness. The smell of smoke seeped through the door crack, making Song Cun cough uncontrollably. “Heh, found you.”

The closet door was yanked open. Song Cun didn’t have time to react. A hand grabbed his collar and dragged him onto the floor. His small body curled into a ball on the ground from the pain. His clothes were violently pulled, his shirt rode up, revealing his hunched back. Song Huai squatted down and expertly took a puff of his cigarette. “Thinking of tattling? How can you do that without proof?”

The next second, a hot, stinging pain seared his back. Before Song Cun could react, he smelled the burning of his delicate skin. He opened his mouth to scream, but Song Huai’s other hand was clamped tightly over his mouth. “Tsk, Mom and Dad aren’t home. I have to burn it for a while longer, or the wound will heal before they get back.” After saying this, he pressed the cigarette butt down again.

…

The searing, sizzling, bubbling pain of his skin came rushing back the moment Song Cun saw Song Huai light a cigarette. He had been trembling and trying to hold it in, to suppress it. But the result of suppressing it was a much more violent reaction now. His mind was buzzing. He felt a suffocating discomfort. He just wanted to get out of this maze-like place.

He stumbled and turned into a long corridor. Suddenly, he bumped into someone’s chest. Because his feet were unsteady, Song Cun almost fell. The person reacted quickly, grabbing his shoulders. A familiar voice came from above him.

“Cun Cun.”

Song Cun was stunned, not reacting for a moment, thinking he was hallucinating.

“Cun Cun,” Qi Yan said, cupping his face and meeting his eyes. That face, which was always so gentle, but now showed a hint of worry, came into focus. “What’s wrong?”

“Qi Yan…”

“It’s me, it’s Qi Yan.”

Song Cun’s eyes turned red, and he threw himself into Qi Yan’s arms.