What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 55

Chapter 55: You love hugging me so much

The secretary had just finished calling 911 when she saw another person had collapsed. She quickly redialed, requesting a second ambulance.

Two ambulances sped with sirens blaring to the Song Corporation building, one after the other, taking the father and son away.

The entire process was filmed by many people on their phones.

Compared to the financial news of “Song Corporation’s market value suddenly vaporizes, nearing bankruptcy, suspected of tax evasion,” the gossip headlines of “Song father and son allegedly brawl over company crisis, both bloody in the CEO’s office” seemed to attract more public attention. Pictures and videos of the incident dominated Weibo’s trending topics.

Although Song Cun had never publicly confirmed his relationship with the Song family, there were no impenetrable walls. There were always veteran paparazzi who loved to dig up dirt.

But any gossip linking Song Cun to the Song Corporation was quickly suppressed by an invisible hand, with every mention of it being scrubbed clean in minutes.

Song Cun slept until the afternoon and had no idea about the storm raging outside.

Because he had slept for so long, his head felt a little swollen. He half-opened his eyes and reached out to rub his temples.

“Cun-cun, you’re awake.”

Qi Yan had just finished a phone call and entered the bedroom to see Song Cun rubbing his temples.

“How are you feeling? Are you unwell?”

Qi Yan sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to massage Song Cun’s temples for him.

Song Cun shook his head gently. “I’m fine, just been lying down for a little too long.”

He propped himself up to get out of bed. Before he could use his strength, Qi Yan leaned down and lifted his upper body.

He then propped up the pillows behind him, allowing Song Cun to lie in a semi-reclined position.

Qi Yan reached out to feel Song Cun’s forehead, confirmed his fever was completely gone, and asked softly,

“Are you hungry? I’ll bring the food up.”

Just as he was about to get up, Song Cun grabbed his wrist. “No, it’s okay. I’ll go downstairs and move around. I’ve been lying here so long I’m going to turn into a zombie.”

Qi Yan reached out to hold him. “Then I’ll carry you downstairs. You can move around after you’ve eaten.”

Song Cun had no objections. He picked up his phone from the bedside table, opened his arms for Qi Yan to hold him, and said with a hint of pride:

“You love hugging me so much, so I’ll let you.”

Qi Yan’s eyes were full of gentle amusement. He leaned down and scooped Song Cun into his arms, then kissed his thin eyelids before steadily lifting him up.

“Thank you, my little prince.”

Song Cun was held face-to-face with Qi Yan, his chin resting on Qi Yan’s shoulder, and his arms wrapped around Qi Yan’s neck. He scrolled through his phone in this position.

As soon as the phone was unlocked, a flurry of notifications popped up.

They were all news about the “Song Corporation.”

Song Cun’s fingers froze for a moment. He clicked on the articles and quickly scrolled through the headlines.

He was just reading about “Qi Capital’s withdrawal” when Qi Yan walked out of the bedroom door.

“Wait…”

Hearing Song Cun’s voice, Qi Yan immediately stopped.

He tilted his head slightly toward the back of Song Cun’s head, thinking he might be feeling unwell somewhere. He asked in a deep voice,

“What’s wrong?”

Song Cun didn’t speak for a moment.

Qi Yan quickly walked back into the bedroom and set him down on the bed.

He gently cupped the back of Song Cun’s head, leaned back a bit to look at his face, and was about to ask him what was wrong when he saw Song Cun staring blankly at his phone screen.

Qi Yan slowly crouched down, looking up at Song Cun. “Did you see the news?”

Song Cun’s gaze shifted from the phone screen. He lowered his head slightly to meet Qi Yan’s eyes and nodded blankly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t consult you about withdrawing from the Song family…”

Qi Yan’s large hand tightened over the back of Song Cun’s hand, then he lowered his head and kissed it, as if begging for Song Cun’s forgiveness.

“Cun-cun, are you mad at me?”

After learning about the bullying Song Cun had endured from his family since he was a child, he couldn’t control himself from doing something.

In truth, Song Cun was glad Qi Yan had stopped being bled dry by the Song family.

But he didn’t want to voluntarily bring up his past with the Song family to Qi Yan. He especially didn’t want Qi Yan to know how miserable his life had been in the Song family.

But he couldn’t understand why Qi Yan would suddenly do this.

Song Cun suddenly remembered last night, when Qi Yan carried him in from the backyard, asking if he had done anything wrong.

And before bed, he had asked him if he was unhappy today.

He just felt like something wasn’t right.

A guess flashed through his mind. His dark eyelashes fluttered as he stammered, asking Qi Yan,

“Did… did you find out everything…?”

Qi Yan didn’t answer the question directly. He just persisted in asking, “Are you mad at me?”

Song Cun was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Qi Yan remained crouched down, holding Song Cun’s hand tightly, as if he was truly afraid Song Cun would be angry with him.

How could he be angry with him?

He knew who truly cared about him. How could he not see it clearly?

The person crouching in front of him, a man who was an absolute superior in front of others, was in an extremely humble position, begging him to forgive his presumption.

How could Song Cun possibly be angry with the person who truly felt for him and was good to him?

His clear eyes instantly welled up with tears. Big teardrops rolled down his cheeks, one by one, landing on the back of Qi Yan’s hand.

Qi Yan cupped Song Cun’s cheeks with both hands, using his thumbs to wipe away the tears that continuously streamed from the corners of his eyes.

His normally gentle and calm voice was laced with a hint of panic.

“Cun-cun, I’m sorry…”

“Please don’t be mad at me, okay…”

The more Qi Yan comforted him, and the more pained his expression became, the louder Song Cun cried.

It was a cry that had been held back for a long, long time, a release of pent-up emotions.

He had hardly ever cried this hard before. In fact, he had been unable to cry at all for a very long time.

When he was a child, if he cried, Song Shichang would hit and scold him even more violently. When Song Huai heard his crying, he would get even more excited and bully him with even greater cruelty.

Qi Yan watched Song Cun cry like this. At first, he was at a loss, but then he remembered the things the housekeeper had said. He instantly realized that Song Cun was finally letting it all out.

So he held Song Cun tightly, quietly listening to his sobs.

His own normally serene eyes also grew a little red.