|| We, demon concubines, can stir up trouble in the court regardless of day or night, you know that, right?”
Under Song Yan’s torture and harassment, Xia Zhiye fled back to the dormitory and was unable to escape. He could only be held on the bed by the collar, and confessed with a smile – he bribed Xia Yu with a promise to maintain her King rank for three seasons, in exchange for her to act like that during this parent-teacher meeting.
There’s just one thing that he didn’t account for: while his dearest jiejie has been smart since she was young, he didn’t know that she’s audacious enough to skip the whole process straight to marriage proposal.
“But to be honest, even if my grandfather kicked me out of the house after I came out, I still have my father’s inheritance. Yeah, it’s not much compared to that, only accounting for one house, one car, seven-figure deposits, and an art gallery. But if I treat them all as betrothal gifts, can our Young Master Song consider it?”
“Consider your ass.” Song Yan let go of his hand, straightened up, and sat on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed. He said in a bad mood, “Why don’t you use it as a dowry instead?”
Xia Zhiye thought for a moment. “It’s not impossible.”
Then he turned to the side, propping his head up and looking at Song Yan with a smile. “Then it’s settled? I’ll be Mrs. Song from now on1clarity: XZY agree on calling it “dowry” means he’ll be marrying into the Song family (typically it’s the bride that marries into the groom’s family so? How about I join you for Chinese New Year this year?”
“No way.”
Song Yan has become immune to Xia Zhiye’s shameless behavior. He retorted ruthlessly, “I want to study after the winter vacation, please don’t bother me.”
Xia Zhiye: “?”
“This final exam, I ranked second in the city.”
“…”
“While you ranked fifth.”
“…”
“You claimed I charmed you with my beauty, right? So, I won’t see you this winter vacation, therefore you won’t get distracted. Please fight to climb up top.”
“…”
Song Yan replied with a disdainful look that resembled the gaze of a wealthy young lady looking at her incompetent husband who eats soft rice2A derogatory term referring to a man who relies on his wife for a living..
Xia Zhiye suddenly felt a sense of shame from the bottom of his heart.
How can he be the fifth in the city? He was really too bad, too disappointing, too unsatisfactory.
How can he be Song Yan’s boyfriend at this level?
“But Yan-ge, are you sure I don’t need me to see you during the winter vacation?”
Xia Zhiye threw a wink at Song Yan and blew a kiss.
In both expression and posture, as well as in tone, he was exactly like the kind of treacherous enchantress who seduces the Emperor to skip the morning court session, leading to national disaster.
But it was a pity for him that Song Yan was a wise man, so he answered indifferently, “I’m sure, because I want to practice mock exams.”
Concubine Xia, who had never lost a battle using his charming techniques, felt his position challenged. “Song Yan, tell the truth.”
“Hm?”
“Am I just the second wife in your heart?”
“Yes.”
“Who is the main wife?”
“Wang Houxiong3A Professor, educator, director of university, and the author of many exam questions compilation books. His Baidu page: https://baike.baidu.com/item/%E7%8E%8B%E5%90%8E%E9%9B%84/5956098.”
“…”
“Only a virtuous Empress like him can support the Emperor to lead a prosperous dynasty. While a demonic concubine like you can only bring trouble, understand?”
Song Yan tilted his eyes slightly, lifting one eyebrow in a manner that portrayed him as a lofty yet contemptuous scoundrel. At the same time, it also sparked a desire to bully him to tears. In bed.
Xia Zhiye felt both his heart and teeth itch.
In the past, he used to fall for it every time Xia Zhiye cajoled him, and he would get angry at the slightest provocation. Now, he could actually engage in a back-and-forth act with him, showing that someone had indeed become more capable.
If he didn’t teach him a lesson now, he won’t know who’s the real leader of this family.
Xia Zhiye entertained the idea of seizing the moment when Song Yan wasn’t paying attention. So, he reached out to wrap his arms around his waist. He then flipped him over onto the bed, straddled him, and slipped his hand underneath his sweater, applying gentle pressure.
Song Yan immediately curled up slightly and grabbed the sheet beside him. “Xia Zhiye, you…”
“I won’t see my boyfriend for a month, what should I do if I become lonely?” Xia Zhiye lowered his voice, sounding really reluctant.
Song Yan’s heart softened. He didn’t push him away immediately.
So when he reacted again, he already felt that a wandering hand was trying to unzip his tented pants. He hurriedly pressed it and said hoarsely, “Don’t mess around. It’s still daytime.”
But instead, Xia Zhiye leaned in close to his ear, chuckling softly. “We, demon concubines, can stir up trouble in the court regardless of day or night, you know that, right?”
After Xia Zhiye said that, Song Yan exerted a little force on his hand, but he couldn’t do anything other than clutching the sheet tightly and biting his lip to prevent himself from making shameful sounds.
It wasn’t until the air was filled with scents reminiscent of spice and musk that Song Yan gradually regained consciousness. His eyes and lips were tinged with an unusual flush, yet he made no attempt to resist when he felt Xia Zhiye’s hand guiding him to cover a certain area.
After two rounds, Song Yan had reached the peak of pleasure. Xia Zhiye thought that he ought to be rewarded.
However, just as he was about to explore further from the edge of his school pants, there was a familiar “ding” from the pocket of his pants.
Xia Zhiye paused for a while and decided to ignore it.
Then it “ding” again.
Xia Zhiye still decided to ignore it.
Then it rang again and again, incessantly.
There’s no end of it, endlessly ringing.
Xia Zhiye: “…”
Seeing Xia Zhiye’s expression of despair and numbness, Song Yan suddenly felt both pity and amusement. He chuckled as he withdrew his hand, grabbed a tissue from the bedside table, carefully wiped his fingers and a certain area clean, then fished Xia Zhiye’s phone out of his pants’ pocket.
He casually entered his birthday to bypass the password.
Then flipped the screen and dangled it at Xia Zhiye. “It’s not that I’m being rude this time, it’s that fate itself doesn’t allow it.”
Xia Zhiye glanced at the screen, where several messages praised Song Yan’s stepmother, reported on the progress of the matchmaking work, and urged them to hurry downstairs as they were almost at the dormitory building. Then he looked at Song Yan’s gloating expression and lightly ground his teeth, saying, “You little thing without conscience.”
Song Yan expressed that he accepted this title very much. He then kicked Xia Zhiye away from himself in a good mood.
Then, with deliberate calmness, he stood up, cleaned his fingers, tidied himself up, picked up the luggage he had already packed, including the “Song Xiaoxi” he had prepared to take home because he was worried there would be no one to take care of it during the holidays. Turning back, he gave a kiss to the calm-looking Xia Zhiye – still sitting on the edge of the bed – and prepared to leave.
But Xia Zhiye grabbed him by the waist and held him in his arms.
Song Yan thought he was about to say something flirtatious and frivolous again, preparing himself to mock him mercilessly. But instead, he heard a low, serious sentence from above his head: “If you’re not happy when you go home for the New Year, or if you miss me, just let me know.”
Song Yan recalled the hypocritical festivity and extreme suppression at home during previous New Year celebrations. He lowered his eyelids, looking at the small sago palm tree in his hand, and said, “What’s the point of telling you?”
Xia Zhiye noticed his expression and chuckled softly. “Telling me might not be useful, but our family’s Song Xiaoxi is a divine tree. So, if you miss me, just tell me, make a wish in front of Song Xiaoxi, and within six hours, I will definitely appear.”
“…Dumbass.” Song Yan knew that Xia Zhiye was teasing him, but he couldn’t help but laugh, then pushed him away disdainfully. “Alright, stop dawdling. You go take a cold shower to calm down. I’ll leave first. If you don’t finish your homeworks during the winter break, don’t come looking for me.”
After finishing speaking, Song Yan left the dormitory coolly, without looking back.
–But the truth is, he was afraid that if he was to look back and see Xia Zhiye again, he might impulsively go home with him for the New Year.
Xia Zhiye looked down at the back of a scumbag who mercilessly ran away, and smiled.
He said that he can’t go looking for Song Yan if he doesn’t finish his homeworks. This means he can do it after he finishes them.
It seemed that he could start preparing plans to scam Xia Yu out for his airfare money.
