Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 185: Admitted It?

Chapter 185: Chapter 185: Admitted It?

Within less than half an hour, Miao Qingqing arrived.

She wore a white blouse, a pair of black OL trousers, and black high heels. Her wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she had a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, giving her an overall high-end and sophisticated air.

Most notably, today Miao Qingqing wasn’t wearing a stern expression, which made Song Xiaodong feel much more comfortable. He smiled and welcomed her in, saying, "You really are brave, knowing that I’m home alone, you still dare to come. Aren’t you afraid that I, this shameless guy, might just gobble you up?"

After slipping into house slippers, Miao Qingqing cocked her chin defiantly and said, "Hmph, as if you haven’t eaten before."

Song Xiaodong was taken aback, immediately grasping Miao Qingqing’s shoulders, and said, "Are you admitting that you were the one two years ago?"

"Ah ha... I never said that," Miao Qingqing turned her head away, her eyes slightly evasive.

Song Xiaodong laughed heartily and said, "It’s rare, you’ve hidden it from me for so long, and you’re finally willing to admit it."

Miao Qingqing pulled his hands away and gave him a cold look, saying, "You’re overthinking it, I haven’t admitted anything. Oh, isn’t the house nice? You’re quite capable, kiddo." She began walking toward the living room.

Song Xiaodong followed behind, looking at Miao Qingqing’s back with a certain longing, his face still wearing a smile. The statement was already so clear that even if she tried to hide it, it was pointless. However, he didn’t keep pressing, but instead said with a grin, "Just average, it’s just a common house, nowhere near as grand as your Miao family’s mansion."

With her hands clasped behind her, Miao Qingqing looked around and commented, "Don’t mention those. That’s all my dad’s hard work, not mine. I didn’t buy it with my own money. Your place here, you bought it on your own strength."

Song Xiaodong, still smiling broadly, said, "Wow, it’s rare for Qingqing to think so highly of me, even complimenting me. That’s not like you at all. Are you sure you don’t have something to ask of me?"

"Really? Haven’t I ever complimented you before?" Miao Qingqing, still walking ahead, reached the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at Song Xiaodong’s reflection in the glass.

Song Xiaodong came over and stroked his chin, saying, "Seems like you really haven’t."

"Then if I compliment you, won’t you feel especially touched?" Miao Qingqing turned her head to look at Song Xiaodong.

"A little bit, but I feel more apprehensive. It always seems to me like you’re plotting something."

"Plotting something... Ha! Why would I have any plots?" Miao Qingqing laughed.

Song Xiaodong chuckled and said, "You really do remind me of Xuanxuan like this."

"Is that so?" Miao Qingqing immediately snorted and put on a stern face, saying, "We grew up together, it’s natural for us to influence each other a bit."

"That makes sense. Tell me, what is it that you want from me? Don’t tell me you just wanted to visit my house and chat."

Miao Qingqing lifted her chin and said, "Humph, what if I did?"

The smile on Song Xiaodong’s face grew wider as he said, "That’s fine, you’re welcome to take a look around. Would you like to see upstairs, too?"

"Of course I want to take a look. Who knows, I might even come to stay in this house in the future." Miao Qingqing stated casually as she ascended the stairs.

Song Xiaodong laughed heartily and said, "Sure thing, if you want to stay, you’re always welcome."

The staircase was rather steep and as Song Xiaodong followed behind, he had a clear view of Miao Qingqing’s slender legs and swaying hips, which kindled a fire of desire within him. He couldn’t help but think sordid thoughts, imagining how much better the view would be if Miao Qingqing were wearing a short skirt.

Miao Qingqing walked around the upstairs and eventually arrived at the Song Xiaoru’s bedroom, where Song Xiaodong looked at her with a smile and said, "Take a seat, make yourself at home."

"Is this your room?" Miao Qingqing asked.

"It’s my sister’s."

"I can tell, you really do take good care of your sister, giving her the best room."

"Of course. My sister has raised me since I was little. If I have the best, naturally, I should reserve it for her."

Miao Qingqing felt Song Xiaodong’s gaze burning on her, and with a bit of a guilty conscience, she turned her head away and said, "Why are you looking at me like that? Haven’t you ever seen a beautiful woman?"

Squinting his eyes, Song Xiaodong responded, "I definitely have, but Qingqing, you do look different today, prettier than usual."

As he spoke, Song Xiaodong stepped forward, his leg was already pressing against Miao Qingqing’s leg, and his hand rested on her shoulder.

"Hey, you... don’t mess around," Miao Qingqing said nervously, leaning her body back.

"Qingqing, after kissing you the day before yesterday, it made me think of that night two years ago..."

"You kissed me the day before yesterday..." Miao Qingqing immediately turned her head and glared at Song Xiaodong.

With a heh-heh laugh, Song Xiaodong said, "Although it was an accident the day before yesterday, it was still a kiss, wasn’t it? Don’t you want to relive that pleasant night we had two years ago?"

Miao Qingqing glared at Song Xiaodong and retorted, "Hmph, you’re such a bad egg, always having nothing but dirty thoughts in your head. Weren’t you up to enough mischief that day at the hotel?"

Song Xiaodong’s eyes narrowed, and as he leaned closer, he had already pinned Miao Qingqing on the bed and said, "Knowing that if you’re alone with me, I’m going to misbehave, why would you come to me willingly? If I don’t do something bad, wouldn’t that make me less of a man?"

"No, no!" Miao Qingqing pushed against his chest with both hands, trying to push Song Xiaodong away.

"Heh-heh, I like this coy resistance of yours," said Song Xiaodong, his legs trapping Miao Qingqing’s so she couldn’t escape.

"I... I really came to talk business with you," Miao Qingqing struggled a few times, feeling she couldn’t get away, she quickly called out.

Song Xiaodong’s eyes focused on Miao Qingqing and he asked, "What business did you want to discuss?"

Miao Qingqing felt even more panicked under Song Xiaodong’s intense gaze, and hastily said, "I came to ask for your help with something."

"Help with something... alright, let’s talk about it after we warm up to each other," said Song Xiaodong, grabbing Miao Qingqing’s arms and gently pulling them aside, causing her last line of defense to collapse instantly. And Song Xiaodong’s mouth was already moving toward her face.

"Ah! No!" Miao Qingqing cried out in panic, twisting her head fiercely to the side.

Song Xiaodong moved slowly, lowering his head gradually, with the hot breath from his mouth growing nearer to Miao Qingqing’s face.

Miao Qingqing felt a strong sense of oppression, struggling hard with her arms and legs, but the more she struggled, the more intense their contact became. After a few struggles, Miao Qingqing’s body went limp, and she couldn’t struggle anymore.

Feeling Song Xiaodong’s mouth about to touch her face, Miao Qingqing was even more flustered and yelled out, "Ah! Get off me, I am not Miao Qingqing, I am Miao Xuanxuan."