Qin Fen’s self-esteem was wounded by Qin Jian’s words. He grabbed Song Yueqin’s hand and shook his head, "Forget it. Let’s talk about this tomorrow."
Song Yueqin knew Qin Fen had gone soft and decided to needle him further, "I think your brother is right, you really aren’t a man! Your brother is taking your sister-in-law’s side! What about you? You crumble just because your brother provokes you with a few words, turning into this sorry state. I was counting on you to provide for our future, but you can’t even get back what’s owed to us. Am I supposed to spend the rest of my life with you, surviving on Northwest winds? I finally come up with a good idea, stake out the place for several days, and we finally get through the door, and now you chicken out."
It was bad enough that Qin Jian called him not a man, but when Song Yueqin said the same, Qin Fen couldn’t take it anymore, "You say I’m not a man? Don’t you know whether I am a man? When I’m fucking you in bed, don’t you enjoy it very much?"
"That’s all you’re good for," Song Yueqin looked down on him with contempt, "You really think you’re something special?"
"Song Yueqin, try looking at me with those eyes again!" Qin Fen pointed at Song Yueqin’s nose and cursed, "How did you cling to me back then? What did you say at the time? Now you’re complaining that I’m incompetent?"
Seeing that Qin Fen was angered, Song Yueqin decided not to provoke him further, "Fine, you’re great. I’ll stop talking, okay? Let’s go to sleep!"
That night, Song Yueqin turned her back to him, feeling aggrieved and unwilling to deal with Qin Fen.
In recent days, suffering one snub and setback after another had truly displeased Qin Fen, to the point that even his own parents looked down on him.
He tossed and turned restlessly in bed, desperately needing a way to vent his anxious frustration.
So he grabbed Song Yueqin, pulled down his pants, and was set to do that deed.
"Qin Fen, could you be any more of a bastard?" In Song Yuqin’s eyes, Qin Fen had long lost any charm.
Marrying him was merely securing herself a long-term meal ticket.
Furthermore, she wanted to insert herself into An Hao’s life to make it unpleasant for her. However, she realized Qin Fen’s mood was very unstable and not as easy to control as she had imagined.
She thought she had thoroughly understood Qin Fen.
Every day he clung to a laughable sense of self-respect, living a life worse than a dog’s, yet still showing off his chauvinism in front of her, demanding her submission to his sexual authoritarianism.
This certainly wasn’t the life he wanted.
"I am a bastard! Why did you fall for me back in the day?" Qin Fen said, while he unfeelingly invaded Song Yueqin.
Without any consideration for her dryness, he recklessly vented his fury upon her.
He enjoyed himself but it infuriated Song Yueqin, "This is your definition of a man! You can’t even control your own dick! Qin Fen, you’re just worse than your brother! Not only just as bad, but worse in every way!"
"Pah!" Qin Fen spat at her, "When I was pleasuring you just now, why didn’t you say I wasn’t a man? You were moaning too! Felt great, didn’t it? Satisfied, right?"
"I felt good? I was satisfied?" Song Yuqin looked at Qin Fen with disdain, "Look at my face! Now look at An Hao’s face, she’s the one who looks like she’s been pleasured by a man!"
That remark completely enraged Qin Fen, and he raised his hand to Song Yueqin’s throat, "Are you saying I’m not even as good as Qin Jian? Tell me, do you have fantasies about my brother?"
Song Yueqin’s breathing was cut off, her face turning red, her eyes bulging, her mouth open wide making indistinct sounds from her throat.