What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 43

Chapter 43: It’s Okay, I Like the Original Flavor

The car drove into the neon-lit traffic, and the privacy partition in the back seat was raised.

Qi Yan held Song Cun on the leather sofa. Under Qi Yan’s comforting presence, Song Cun’s trembling back gradually felt a sense of security. He buried his face in Qi Yan’s embrace and took a deep breath. He wasn’t sure if it was because he had gotten used to Qi Yan’s pheromones lately, but after smelling the familiar scent of cedar, his emotions relaxed slightly.

Qi Yan didn’t press him for what happened. He just gently comforted Song Cun, occasionally leaning down to kiss the top of his head like one would a child. “Cun Cun, it’s okay. I’m here.”

Song Cun just closed his eyes and hugged Qi Yan, not saying a word the whole way. The car drove smoothly into the villa’s parking area. Qi Yan carried Song Cun out and went straight to the master bedroom on the second floor. He set Song Cun down on the sofa and leaned down to kiss him.

“Cun Cun, I’ll go run a bath for you. A warm bath will make you feel better.”

Song Cun shook his head. “I’ll just take a shower.”

Qi Yan reached out and touched Song Cun’s cheek, which had regained a little color. He said softly, “Okay, then I’ll go get your pajamas.” As his hand was about to leave his cheek, Song Cun suddenly reached out and grabbed Qi Yan’s wrist.

He spoke his first words since the evening began. “I thought you were going to sleep for a long time this time.”

The worry on Qi Yan’s face softened. He gently stroked Song Cun’s nose and said, “Maybe the chicken soup Cun Cun made was so good it woke me up.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

Even though he knew Qi Yan was just trying to comfort him, Song Cun’s lips curved into a small smile. He asked, “Did you drink it?”

“Of course I did. Cun Cun made it himself.”

“Was it good?” Song Cun’s brows suddenly furrowed as he remembered he left in too much of a hurry that afternoon. “But… I think I forgot to put in salt.”

Qi Yan kissed him. “It’s okay. I like the original flavor, too.”

“Qi Yan, you big fool.” Song Cun didn’t know what he suddenly thought of, but his ears turned red, and he pushed Qi Yan away. “I’m going to take a shower now.”

…

In the study, Qi Yan’s eyes were dark and serious as he looked at his phone screen. He tapped his long fingers on the desk a few times, and the phone’s light came on. He opened his phone, and a message from Lin Boqing popped up. It was a security video. After Song Cun had gone to shower, Qi Yan had called Lin Boqing. As if he had expected it, Lin Boqing sent over the security video shortly after they hung up.

Qi Yan directly clicked on the video. In the high-definition footage, an alpha blew out a smoke ring with a mocking expression, while Song Cun’s face was calm. The video had no sound, so Qi Yan had no way of knowing what the alpha said to Song Cun. But looking at his mocking and disdainful expression, it must have been some unspeakable words. Qi Yan’s brows furrowed even deeper. His gaze was fixed on Song Cun in the video, and his hand on the desk clenched.

If he hadn’t rewound and rewatched it several times, Qi Yan would have missed the slight trembling of Song Cun’s hand at his side. The trembling started as soon as the alpha began to smoke. In the video, Song Cun seemed to hold it in for a long time. He didn’t know what the person said that made Song Cun suddenly grab a nearby wine bottle and smash it on the alpha. The video ended there.

Qi Yan exited the video and saw the follow-up message from Lin Boqing.

“Lin Boqing: The alpha who got smashed is Song Huai.”

Qi Yan’s hand clenched even tighter. He had never met Song Huai, but he knew that Song Cun had a brother named Song Huai and that they didn’t get along. That’s why he never brought up the Song family in front of Song Cun, and during the marriage alliance, he just gave them the money and projects they asked for.

Qi Yan remembered the moment he ran into Song Cun at the hotel. His whole body was trembling. Even when he hugged him, he could feel his back trembling slightly through his clothes. He knew Song Cun wouldn’t have reacted like this unless he had suffered a tremendous emotional blow. Qi Yan sent a message to Lin Boqing to thank him. Then he quickly exited the messaging app and found a number in his contacts to call.

The phone beeped once and was answered quickly. “Mr. Qi.”

Qi Yan’s gentle voice was a rare shade of cold and serious. “I need you to look into something for me.”