Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 603 - 604: The Absence of Romantic Feelings

Chapter 603: Chapter 604: The Absence of Romantic Feelings

That night, Song Xiaodong really didn’t do anything; the three of them just slept cuddled up together.

The next morning, Song Xiaodong got up early to exercise. By the time he came back and took a shower, Miao Qingqing had come in to freshen up.

The two people, having lived together for so long and sharing the same bathroom, it was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Dongzi," Miao Qingqing said as she brushed her teeth, suddenly turning her head to look at Song Xiaodong.

"What’s up?" Song Xiaodong was washing his hair, his head covered in foam.

"Thank you."

Song Xiaodong was stunned for a moment, somewhat puzzled, "Why are you suddenly thanking me?"

Miao Qingqing cracked a slight smile and said, "Just felt like thanking you," then playfully turned her head away and continued brushing her teeth.

Song Xiaodong spaced out for a while before he realized why Miao Qingqing was thanking him. It must have been because he hadn’t done anything to her last night, sparing her any tension and embarrassment, giving her the respect she deserved.

Song Xiaodong smiled and said, "You are my wife; of course, I can’t force you to do anything you’re not ready for."

Miao Qingqing rinsed her mouth and turned back to him, "What if I’m never ready?"

Song Xiaodong laughed, "Then I’ll just keep waiting. But we’ll have our moments alone, and then I won’t let you go."

"Hmph, big pervert," Miao Qingqing spat at Song Xiaodong jokingly, but in her heart, there was an inexplicable sense of joy and sweetness. This feeling made Miao Qingqing suddenly think of the word "romance."

This shift in her emotions made Miao Qingqing feel a bit off, and she spoke softly, "Dongzi, do you think... our relationship is missing something very important?"

Miao Qingqing’s mood swings were too sudden for Song Xiaodong to grasp, "Qingqing, what’s wrong with you today?"

After hesitating for a moment, Miao Qingqing said, "Dongzi, I suddenly felt like... we never really dated, and then we were just together."

Song Xiaodong thought carefully about their relationship and the instances he had helped Miao Qingqing. Then, because she remembered something from two years ago, they got together. The corners of his mouth twitched as he said, "It seems like we really haven’t."

"Right..." Miao Qingqing mumbled, then brightened with a smile, "I just suddenly felt so sweet, like having a romantic feeling, and then I realized we seemed to be missing that. Don’t worry about it, we’ve been together so long, no need for any romance now."

After speaking, Miao Qingqing walked straight out, but Song Xiaodong felt quite guilty inside. It seemed between him, Miao Qingqing, and Xiao Yingying, besides going to bed at home, activities like enjoying romantic moments, dining out, shopping, watching movies, and the like, were almost non-existent.

"Oh, I really should make up for this properly," Song Xiaodong decided silently as he took his shower.

The next day was the weekend, and Song Xiaodong planned to go to Provincial City. He hadn’t been there for the past two weeks; Elder Fang and Zhong Chuling’s father were waiting for his medical treatment. After a delay of two weeks, although Elder Fang was alright, Zhong Chuling’s father had relapsed, and his treatment was definitely going to be more troublesome.

No sooner had Song Xiaodong arrived at the train station than his phone rang—a strange Provincial City number. He picked it up directly.

"Mr. Song, this is Cheng Xiaoyue."

"Why did you change your number?"

Cheng Xiaoyue immediately explained, "The old number was known by too many people, so I changed to a private one. This number is only known to a select few close friends."

"A private number... ha ha, it looks like you’re doing pretty well for yourself now, becoming more and more like a big star."

"Mr. Song, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have any of this, I really... am so grateful to you."

"Forget it, it’s just a small matter."

"It might be a small matter to you, but for me, it’s a big deal, Mr. Song, are you... going to Provincial City?"

"How did you know?" asked Song Xiaodong.

"I just saw you getting off at the station, and I’m also going to Provincial City. I happen to have a car, why don’t I give you a ride? Don’t worry, I really don’t have any other intentions."

Song Xiaodong smiled and said, "Alright then, come pick me up."

Cheng Xiaoyue immediately cried out in delight, then ordered her driver to turn the car around to pick up Song Xiaodong.

The driver worked for the provincial TV station, and the car was specifically assigned to Cheng Xiaoyue. Although she had just joined the provincial TV station and hosted only one prime-time entertainment show, she had instantly won the audiences’ approval. Therefore, the station was already nurturing her as the leading lady.

The driver was quite puzzled, wondering what kind of person could make Cheng Xiaoyue work so hard to please them. He figured the person must be either very high-ranking or a big boss.

However, when he picked up Song Xiaodong, the driver was somewhat taken aback. This looked like a pretty ordinary young man. He really didn’t understand why Cheng Xiaoyue was going out of her way to be so nice to him.

Once Song Xiaodong got into the car, he sat in the back with Cheng Xiaoyue, who immediately activated the partition between the front and rear seats. This turned the backseat into a private space.

"This is a nice car," Song Xiaodong said with a smile.

Cheng Xiaoyue revealed a radiant smile to Song Xiaodong and said, "If Mr. Song you think it’s good, then it must really be not bad."

Song Xiaodong chuckled and said, "Riding in your car, I’ve wasted my train ticket."

Cheng Xiaoyue let out a laugh and said, "Mr. Song is short on train fare? Do you want me to reimburse you?"

After joking with each other, Cheng Xiaoyue’s mood also relaxed. She bit her lip lightly, lifted the armrest in the middle of the backseat, scooted closer to Song Xiaodong and said softly, "Mr. Song, I’m moving closer to you, you don’t mind, do you?"

"I do mind!" Song Xiaodong turned his head to look at Cheng Xiaoyue and nodded seriously.

Cheng Xiaoyue pouted and said, "I’m not going to cling to you; why are you always so guarded around me?"

Song Xiaodong didn’t mince words and said, "Whether you cling to me or not is one thing, but I happen to take responsibility seriously, so I don’t want to be careless."

Cheng Xiaoyue pouted again and said, "Mr. Song, for someone like you to have such a strong sense of responsibility, it’s truly my first time seeing this. Others just want to take advantage of women and then shirk all responsibility."

Song Xiaodong smiled and said, "That’s why they can play carefree, but I can’t."

Cheng Xiaoyue sighed softly and said, "Then it seems, I really don’t stand a chance, ah!" At that moment, the car suddenly swerved sharply to the left, and Cheng Xiaoyue’s body involuntarily flew over, landing on top of Song Xiaodong.

Neck hurts, can’t sit still, pain of typing...