Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 451 - 452 Auntie Miao Qingqing Visits

Chapter 451: Chapter 452 Auntie Miao Qingqing Visits

Song Xiaodong hastily stretched out his hand to push away Cheng Xiaoyue.

Cheng Xiaoyue immediately became flustered and said, "Mr. Song, do you not believe that I am a virgin?" Then biting her lip, she added, "You can verify it right now."

The corner of Song Xiaodong’s mouth twitched at this suggestion, which indeed was very tempting. Cheng Xiaoyue really was beautiful, and as a host, she knew how to showcase her beauty, especially now, with tear stains on her face. Speaking these words made it even harder for a man to refuse.

If this had been before, Song Xiaodong would have done it without hesitation, not caring about the consequences, wanting to take advantage first. But now, Song Xiaodong had Miao Qingqing and Xiao Yingying at home, and outside there was Lin Su’er. Moreover, there was Miao Xuanxuan, who had always been ambiguously involved with him, so now his sense of responsibility was much stronger than before.

A woman who didn’t want to take responsibility was really not something he wanted to get involved with anymore. After swallowing his saliva, Song Xiaodong suppressed the impulse in his heart, gently shook his head and said, "It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s that I have never wanted you to be my lover."

"Ah!" Cheng Xiaoyue stiffened, her mouth twitching, her eyes reddening again, she said, "Mr. Song, are you... joking with me? Even if you think I’m despicable, you shouldn’t treat me like that, I... I’m really upset."

Song Xiaodong could tell that Cheng Xiaoyue was being half-true, half-false. This woman was too skilled at using her body, her expressions, her actions, always able to attract men in the best way possible.

"The way you put it... It’s as if I’ve wronged you."

Cheng Xiaoyue pouted and said, "I’m just a small-time presenter, and you’re a high-profile person. How dare I say you’ve wronged me? Even if you really did wrong me, I wouldn’t dare to publicize it. I can only accept it."

Song Xiaodong found himself at a loss whether to cry or laugh at Cheng Xiaoyue’s manipulations and said, "Alright, I’m scared of you now. Here’s the deal, if you have any insurmountable difficulties in the future, come to me, and I’ll help you out. As for being lovers or anything like that, forget it. I’m afraid of my wife finding out and dealing with me."

"You... will help me without asking for anything in return?" Cheng Xiaoyue looked at Song Xiaodong in surprise.

"Yes, do I have to want something?"

"Yes!" Cheng Xiaoyue nodded earnestly and said, "If you don’t want anything, I feel like you’re just humoring me. If I really have troubles later on and you don’t help me, I can’t do anything about it. And like this, I wouldn’t dare to come to you easily. I wouldn’t have enough confidence in myself."

"If that’s how you think, I can’t do anything about it." Song Xiaodong replied with a light smile.

Cheng Xiaoyue looked at Song Xiaodong, bit her lip and said, "Mr. Song, are you sure you don’t want me to accompany you... to bed?"

"I don’t need it. As I said, I’m afraid of my wife. If she finds out, I’m a dead man. So I’d better keep my head down."

Cheng Xiaoyue’s mouth twitched again, but then she suddenly let out a snort of laughter and said, "I never thought that someone as important as you, Mr. Song, would actually be afraid of his wife. Even if Miao Qingqing is not weak, she can’t compare to you. Why are you so afraid of her?"

Song Xiaodong laughed and said, "You don’t understand. A woman is meant to be loved, to be cherished. Even if she’s just an ordinary girl, if I like her, I will still cherish and love her just the same."

Cheng Xiaoyue looked at Song Xiaodong, stunned, before she finally said, "Mr. Song, you’ve really opened my eyes. I always thought that for people like you, women were just playthings, that you never took women seriously. That’s why I suggested being your lover. Now it seems it was me who humiliated myself, I underestimated you."

Song Xiaodong laughed and said, "Heh, I like the way you compliment people."

Cheng Xiaoyue said very seriously, "I’m not complimenting you, I’m speaking from the heart. I understand what you mean now. I won’t make such requests again. If one day, you truly fall for me and want me as a woman behind the scenes, I won’t ask for fame or fortune, I would happily follow you."

"Cough, cough, okay, let’s not talk about that and hurry up and eat."

"Yes, yes, if we don’t eat now, the dishes will go cold—it’s all my fault." Cheng Xiaoyue stuck out her tongue at Song Xiaodong, her face wearing a sweet smile.

After the meal, Song Xiaodong settled the bill and left swiftly. He didn’t mind being friends with a woman like Cheng Xiaoyue, but he wasn’t interested in anything deeper.

That afternoon, Song Xiaodong was called to Miao Qingqing’s office for some personnel appointments that needed to be prepared right away.

Together with Song Xiaoru, the three of them discussed matters for the entire afternoon. Just as work was about to end, Miao Qingqing’s secretary walked in.

"Chairman Miao, there is someone here to see you."

"Who is it?" Miao Qingqing asked without lifting her head, as there was a lot on her plate, and she wouldn’t meet with just anyone unimportant.

"She says... she’s your aunt, your mother’s sister."

"What?" Miao Qingqing lifted her head in surprise and looked at the secretary.

"That’s what the reception told me."

"Then have her come up," Miao Qingqing hastily added.

The secretary quickly went out to pass on the message, while Miao Qingqing stood up and started pacing back and forth in the room, her expression fluctuating uncertainly.

Song Xiaoru said, "Qingqing, your aunt? You’ve never mentioned relatives from your mother’s side."

"Neither did my dad talk about them much, only that my mother’s side was a large, very powerful family. They strongly opposed her relationship with my poverty-stricken dad, looked down on him, and my mother left her family to be with him. But later on, she was forcibly taken away by her family."

Song Xiaodong asked in surprise, "Ah, then how long has it been since you’ve seen your mom?"

Miao Qingqing gave a bitter smile and said, "We were two years old when she left us. Xuanxuan and I have no memory of our mother at all. Over the years, we’ve asked our father numerous times, but he only said he couldn’t tell us about our mother’s situation yet because the gap between us and her family is too vast. Even if we are her daughters, the family wouldn’t acknowledge us. Attempting to seek recognition would only bring humiliation."

"Is there really such a thing?" Song Xiaoru’s mouth twitched, finding it all a bit too incredible.

Miao Qingqing gave a bitter smile again and continued, "Over these years, my mother has never contacted us. We don’t know what she looks like, or even her name. All I know is that dad called her Ah Zhen."

Song Xiaodong and Song Xiaoru exchanged looks; Miao Qingqing’s backstory truly was bizarre.

Meanwhile, a woman entered the room, led by the secretary. Upon seeing her, Song Xiaodong, Song Xiaoru, and Miao Qingqing all widened their eyes, filled with disbelief.