189: Chapter 188 Are You Still a Man?
189: Chapter 188 Are You Still a Man?
“Qingluan, that swimsuit you’re wearing…” Song Yun said tremulously.
“Why did you choose such a swimsuit?”
Damn it, have Xiao Qing and Qingluan lost their minds?
One refuses to wear anything other than a bikini, you can even spot her cherry-red bikini top if you look closely, but Qingluan, oh boy, going all out here, it’s like embodying the spirit of socialism—dammit, even a flat-chested girl going for a swim wears more than her.
Who are you saving fabric for by wearing so little?
Is it not nice?” Qingluan blinked innocently as she stood up, and just as she straightened her back, there was a snap—the silk strap behind her snapped, sending the room into silence.
Song Yun’s mouth hung open as he stared dumbfounded at the bounty before his eyes—it turned out Qingluan was more stacked than he had imagined.
With a shriek, Qingluan covered her upper body and yelled, “Don’t look, turn your head away!”
Song Yun bolted out of Qingluan’s room and into the living room, stuffing two tissues into his nostrils—damn, that scene was just too stimulating.
He hoped Qingluan wouldn’t blame him, or else he’d be spending the next few days in the hospital.
“Come in,” Qingluan called softly.
Song Yun cautiously peeked his head through the door crack and, seeing no signs of murderous intent from Qingluan, he bravely pushed the door open.
He managed to push the door open, yet only dared to stand at the doorway, just in case Qingluan freaked out and he needed a quick escape.
“Come in, why stand at the door?” Qingluan said coyly, her cheeks tinged with a hint of blush.
Swallowing, Song Yun shuffled forward tentatively.
“Close the door,” Qingluan commanded, and seeing that things might turn sour, Song Yun promptly shut the door with a bang and sat down next to Qingluan, begging for mercy, “Sister Qingluan, no, Grand Aunt Qingluan, I truly didn’t see anything just now.
You have to believe in my integrity—I really didn’t see anything.”
“Did you see it?” Qingluan’s face darkened as she glanced at Song Yun.
“I didn’t see anything,” Song Yun protested.
“You did see,” Qingluan wailed.
“You just saw it now, and you’re not admitting it.
Song Yun, are you even a man?”
Being questioned about his manhood, could Song Yun tolerate that?
So he suddenly stood up, holding his head high and said proudly, “I really didn’t see anything.”
Damn it, screw these accusations, might as well save my own skin first.
Thinking about all those honorable people in history—Shang Yang got torn apart by chariots, Wei Zheng was flogged after death, even honorable emperors ended up being forced to death.
So, it turns out that those with outward respectability do not meet good endings; rather, those who are shameless live freely, like Zhao Gao or Wei Zhongxian.
Shit, me being a whole person, how could I compare to those eunuchs?
All this is meant to remind myself that in front of Qingluan, I have to abandon any so-called pride and dignity at once—if you hold on to even a little of that, you’ll end up wanting to hang yourself due to Qingluan’s attacks.
It’s quite frustrating for Qingluan too.
She originally dressed up in this embarrassing swimsuit, expecting Song Yun to compliment her, but this accident happened instead.
Fine, let accidents be accidents, I’d likely end up with you for life if no accidents happened.
But you damn well act dumb about it?
Qingluan slapped Song Yun’s back, her eyes brimming with tears of grievance, and said, “Song Yun, I never thought you would be this kind of person, seeing and still denying it.
How is your behavior any different from those men who straighten their clothes and deny knowing the prostitutes?
Tell me, how did I end up with you?
I’ve truly had bad luck for eight generations—no, make that sixteen.”
Song Yun was genuinely baffled by Qingluan’s girlish antics.
What the hell was this?
It wasn’t in the courtyard house usually—when he denied any wrongdoing, a couple of slaps from Qingluan usually settled it.
Had Grandma Qiong Yao possessed her?
Or was it some other spirit?
Qingluan, I was wrong, okay?
I admit I saw, but wasn’t it just because I was afraid you’d hit me?
Don’t be mad, wipe the tears from your eyes.” Song Yun carefully wiped away the tears from Qingluan’s cheeks.
Sigh, when this silly girl feels wronged, it really tugs at the heartstrings.
But the next moment completely overturned Song Yun’s understanding.
Qingluan grabbed the hand he extended, yanked him forwards, threw him onto the bed, and clamped her long legs over his head.
With her right hand, she forcefully twisted his arm back—this was a hundred times more effective than any Martial Arts lock-up move; at least Song Yun couldn’t move a finger now.
“Hmph, took advantage of me and thinking it’ll be alright?
You really don’t respect my body at all, do you?
Song Yun, you have to give me an explanation today, otherwise, you won’t be leaving tonight.” Qingluan said while forcefully pulling his right arm.
“Grand Aunt, I’m wrong, I know my mistake.
I swear I’ll reform and become a morally upright young man with ideals and integrity.
Please let this slide just this once, huh?
I’ll be indebted to you, never complaining,” Song Yun pleaded.
“I swear there won’t be a next time, on my master’s name.”
“Is that all?” Qingluan said discontentedly.
“You’ve seen all of me, aren’t you going to take responsibility?
Or do you not have such intentions at all?”
“I do, I definitely will take responsibility, Qingluan, I will definitely take responsibility for you, you have to believe me,” Song Yun cried, tears almost coming out, how utterly humiliating.
He thought Qingluan was genuinely upset, but no, it was all an act—what a performance from a martial artist.
“That’s more like it,” Qingluan said satisfied, clapping her hands.
“You can go to Shishi’s room now, don’t keep her waiting.”
“One last thing,” Song Yun hissed, “who taught you that acting?
Damn it, who turned such a naïve girl into such a cunning person, using her advantages to deceive?
If I ever find out, I’ll definitely twist their head off and kick it around like a ball.