Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 474 - 475: A Short Parting is Better than a New Marriage

Chapter 474: Chapter 475: A Short Parting is Better than a New Marriage

Song Xiaodong’s cell phone, a device meant for gaming, was a gift from Miao Xuanxuan, but he was more accustomed to using his old phone, which had additional features. Now, with it broken by Su Yawei, he indeed felt a twinge of sorrow.

Glancing at the time, it was nearly the end of the workday, so Song Xiaodong didn’t head back to the office and instead went straight home.

As he changed into slippers, he noticed the Miao sisters’ shoes in the shoe cabinet; they had apparently already returned home without notifying him. But then he remembered his broken phone and assumed they had possibly tried to inform him to no avail.

Yet the living room was unusually quiet, not a sign of the Miao sisters, nor even Xiao Yingying—likely they were upstairs or had gone out together.

Entering the bedroom with the intention to change clothes, Song Xiaodong found someone lying on the bed—it was Miao Qingqing. She was covered with a thin quilt up to her waist, her upper body clad in a tiny nightgown.

The nightgown had twisted around due to her turning in her sleep, revealing an expanse of enticing skin at her chest that was a tantalizing sight.

Although he had been with Miao Qingqing for quite some time now, and they had shared a bed every night, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Confronted with such an alluring sleeping posture, Song Xiaodong felt a surge of desire. Shedding his outer clothes and left in just his briefs, he leaped onto the bed.

Sliding his arm directly under her neck and pulling back, Song Xiaodong brought her into his embrace.

Miao Qingqing cuddled up like a docile kitten, making only a faint sound before snuggling into Song Xiaodong’s chest, seemingly exhausted and not fully awake.

Seeing her like this, Song Xiaodong couldn’t bring himself to wake her abruptly. Holding her, his hands gently caressed her back.

After a while, Miao Qingqing woke up and chided him, "What are you doing? I’m so sleepy, and you’re not letting me rest."

"Wife, stop sleeping, it’s been days since I’ve held you, I miss you so much," Song Xiaodong said as he saw Miao Qingqing awake, his hands wandering naughtily under her nightgown.

Miao Qingqing let out a suppressed moan, then instinctively hugged Song Xiaodong, protesting, "Stop it, they’ll be back soon."

"So what if they come back? Aren’t we allowed a little intimacy? If not, let’s just warm up to each other first."

"You said it—no further, or I won’t agree."

"Fine, no more; we’ll wait until tonight." Laughing, Song Xiaodong turned her underneath him and kissed her lips.

Perhaps it had been days since she had been intimate with Song Xiaodong, Miao Qingqing started off somewhat constraint but soon matched his passion with fiery kisses of her own.

About ten minutes later, Miao Qingqing dodged his lips by turning her head away, hastily saying, "Hey, what are you doing with your hand? You can’t do that."

"Wife, I miss you so much, I just want to touch, nothing more."

"No, that’s not okay either; if you touch me there, I can’t take it." With that, Miao Qingqing forcefully extricated his hand.

"Wife, this is..." Song Xiaodong complained with a sullen face, finding it really hard to restrain himself in this situation.

"All right, stop moving around; I don’t want it to be awkward if they come back. We’ll do it tonight, just listen to me, okay? If you won’t stop moving, then I won’t help you," she coaxed.

"Okay, okay, I’ll stay still," Song Xiaodong quickly acquiesced, daring not to stir.

Even after being with Miao Qingqing for so long, if she was reluctant, Song Xiaodong didn’t want to force things. The joy of lovemaking relied on mutual desire, and without sincere enthusiasm from both sides, much of the pleasure was lost. On this matter, Song Xiaodong had his principles; without the right feeling, he didn’t want to proceed.

"All right, wife, let’s just cuddle then, I won’t do anything else," Song Xiaodong said after a while, pulling Miao Qingqing into his arms.

"Okay, then I’ll get up now."

"Don’t get up, lie with me a little longer."

Miao Qingqing glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside, noting, "Oh, it’s not even four o’clock yet, then I’ll lie down a bit longer."

Song Xiaodong knew the clock had stopped because it was out of batteries, but he didn’t make a fuss, asking, "How was your trip back home?"

Miao Qingqing immediately replied, "It was very good. We spent the past couple of days with mom, talked a lot, and understood her difficulties. Being the daughter of a prominent family brings many constraints. She truly felt powerless, and we no longer blame her for not seeing us over these years."

Song Xiaodong nodded and said, "It seems your reunion with your mother went well."

"Yeah, it was really good. My father always wanted to find my mother, but until his death, he never had the chance to see her again. It’s such a great regret."

"Your mother must also be very sad about your father’s death, isn’t she?"

"Very sad. She has missed my father every moment over these years, but she knew that contacting him would only make his situation worse, so she chose not to reach out; it’s so painful to think that both suffered so much in their lifetime. I really feel for them."

Song Xiaodong comforted her, "Rest assured, I will never let you suffer like that in this lifetime. Whatever happens, I will keep you by my side. Even the King of Heaven won’t be able to take you away from me."

"You’re so good to me!" Miao Qingqing immediately clung tightly to Song Xiaodong’s waist.

"You’re my wife, if I don’t treat you well, who would I treat well?" Song Xiaodong gently kissed her forehead, his gaze soft with deep affection.

Miao Qingqing’s eyes shimmered like gentle pools, and with a lift of her chin, she offered another sweet kiss.

This time Miao Qingqing initiated, and Song Xiaodong eagerly responded, as they intertwined once again. Seemingly moved by emotion, Miao Qingqing also tried to reciprocate as much as she could while Song Xiaodong’s bold hands roamed.

But just then, the bedroom door abruptly opened, and two people walked in. Catching sight of the pair on the bed, the newcomers at the door gasped in shock, their eyes wide and mouths agape.