Who is Ai Li?

  Zi Yu Xuan didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly sighed, blurting out: "Auntie, why don't you consider being my stepmom?"

  This time, it's much more serious than before.

  Zi Yu Xuan thought that Song Yu Ren was gentle and good-looking, and she was also considerate towards him. As a stepmother, she was really not bad.

  He was taken aback by Song Yu's question, his face red with embarrassment, and for a moment he couldn't think of anything to say in response. Between them, Conan's "There is only one truth" monologue in Japanese echoed through the air.

  Then, Ji Youxuan took out a blue dragon cat-shaped children's mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and Conan's voice came from his phone.

  "Hey, Uncle," Ziyu Xuan answered loudly.

  "If you dare to pry into my secrets again, I'll send you back home and forget about the money." Qi Cheng's calm threat came from the phone, his tone was flat but it made Qi You Xuan hang up with an unusually serious expression.

  "What's wrong with your uncle?" Song Yu helped Qi Youxuan tidy up his clothes, and when he saw Qi Youxuan's small face turn serious, he asked.

  Just as Ziqi Xuan was about to speak, a calm and low voice sounded from behind him: "I just received a work call, turned around and couldn't find anyone, so I called to ask."

  Qī Yòu Xuan puffed up her small face and glared at Qī Chéng Zhī.

  When it comes to being shameless, I am truly far from being a match for my elder uncle!

  Chi Cheng's eyes sparkled as he teased him, curled his lip, stretched out his slender and clean palm, and took Chi Youxuan's hand.

  Zi Yu Xuan stared at Zi Cheng Zhi in surprise, thinking that as the eldest uncle, he should have thrown him out by now, but instead, he was still being so nice to him, even in front of their grandparents.

  The next second, Qi Youxuan suddenly understood what was going on.

  Qī Chéng's left hand held his, while his right hand grasped Sōng Yǔ's hand, thus naturally and effortlessly separating him from Sōng Yǔ.

  Hmph!

  Qī Yù Xūn looked at Qī Chéng with disdain in his heart.

  The three of them left McDonald's but didn't head towards the parking lot; instead they went to the auto supplies section.

  "What are you going to buy?" Song Yu was led by him into a store.

  "Buy a child safety seat, since Chenglin has entrusted him to me for care, I must take responsibility." Qi Chengzhi's low and thick medium pitch was originally pleasant to listen to, and his words at this time seemed particularly serious and persuasive.

  Only Ji Youxuan was beside him, listening with a nauseated expression.

  Ziqi bought it very quickly, didn't choose much, and directly asked the salesperson to recommend one. The salesperson naturally recommended the most expensive model, and he didn't mind, so he simply bought it.

  Arrived at the parking lot, installed the child safety seat on the back seat, let Qiyu Xuan sit up, then threw his small school bag to the side seat, and the back was a bit full. Naturally, Song Yu unknowingly got into the passenger seat.

  Qī Yù Xuān suddenly understood that this was the real reason Qī Chéng Zhī wanted to buy him a safety seat, and it sounded good too, saying he was responsible for him.

  Through the rearview mirror, Song Yu saw Qi Youxuan sitting alone in the backseat and felt a little uncomfortable. Qi Chenglin had never been married before, but suddenly brought back Qi Youxuan who was still an infant at that time. Although he was the young master of the Qi family, no one dared to say anything to him, but there were actually many people who called him a bastard behind his back.

  Having no mother since childhood, on this Chinese New Year's day when his father is not by his side, he can still smile brightly, which makes Song Yu feel especially heartbroken for him.

  She wanted Qi Chengzhi to pull over by the side of the road, and she went to the back seat to accompany Qi Youxuan. The hand that was placed on her knee was suddenly covered by a large hand.

  The distance between the driver and passenger seats wasn't far, but his hand suddenly stretched out like that, and Ji Yu Xuan could still see clearly from behind.

  Song Yu looked at his warm and sturdy big hands and whispered: "The child is behind!"

  "Just sit still and don't think about anything else." Qi Chengzhi pinched her hand, took advantage of the few seconds of the red light to glance at her before letting go.

  Song Yu's face turned red as she stared at him in surprise, how did he know what she was thinking?!

  ……

  ……

  Qī Chéngzhī took them back to their apartment in Zhìjǐng Yuán, which was only agreed upon by Sōng Yǔ after Qí Yòuxuān's persistent begging.

  Qī Chéng took back home the dumplings that Sòng Yǔ had brought and put them in the refrigerator to freeze.

  Yang Shu did not expect that the young master of the Qi family had also arrived, and when she saw Song Yu, she was even more frightened.

  That day I saw her and young master at odds, today seeing their interaction, it seems they're together now?

  Especially when she heard Qi Youxuan call out "Aunt Yang", it scared her so much that she jumped in fright. The fact that Qi Youxuan called her that and Qi Chengzhi didn't object clearly meant that he had already acknowledged Song Yu's identity.

  Only she didn't know what those people from the Qi family would think. Yang Shu shook her head, these were not things she should worry about.

  Yang Shu wanted to take Qi Youxuan to bathe, but was sternly refused by Qi Youxuan, who kept saying "men and women should not be close", then turned around and pulled Song Yu's sleeve, blushing and saying: "Auntie, you take me to bathe!"

  Song Yu: "......"

  Yang Shu: "......"

  Finally, Song Yu took Qi Youxuan to take a bath. Yang Shu tidied up the guest room where Song Yu had slept a few days ago and let Qi Youxuan stay there.

  This house of Qi Cheng's is a duplex, with many rooms in the house, but where Song Yu actually lives, Yang Shu can't figure out.

  After finishing cleaning the room where Qi Youxuan lived, she was about to ask Qi Chengzhi something, but didn't know how to start. Just as she was hesitating, Qi Chengzhi spoke up: "Aunt Yang, you can go rest now, don't worry about it."

  Song Yu helped Qi Youxuan finish his bath and blow-dry his hair before bringing him out and leading him into the guest room.

  Zi Yu Xuan tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep, so he grabbed Song Yu, "Auntie, tell me a story!"

  Song Yu originally planned to coax Qi Youxuan to sleep and then go home, but now he took out his mobile phone to check the time, after a series of struggles, it was already 10 o'clock.

  Now being stared at by Qi Youxuan's big round eyes, Song Yu's heart melted and he couldn't say no, so he searched for a story on his phone to read to Qi Youxuan.

  Gradually, she heard the even breathing sound, and Qi Youxuan had fallen asleep listening.

  Song Yu smiled, turned off the desk lamp, and used the light from his mobile phone screen to feel his way to the door. He quietly opened it, careful not to make too much noise and wake up the little guy. He kept watching him until he was sure he hadn't woken up, then slowly backed out of the room.

  Just as I was about to close the door, my footsteps were hindered by a sturdy yet elastic chest that pressed against my back, and waves of heat spread across my back.

  Song Yu froze in tension, her breathing also stopping, and gradually she felt his closeness, the scorching breath sprinkled on her ear, and slowly slid down, all the way to her neck.

  Song Yu couldn't help but tremble, his breathing was so familiar, and as soon as he got a little closer, she knew it was him.

  She felt his breath moving constantly from her temples to her shoulders, and back again, caressing her with his breathing, yet not touching her with his hands.

  The more it was like this, the more sensitive she seemed to become, her breathing increasingly difficult, shaking uncontrollably.

  He trapped her between him and the door, but didn't use his arms to block her, she could dodge if she wanted.

  Ke Song Yu didn't move, neither wanting to nor having the strength to.

  "I... I should go back..." she said in a low voice, her tone trembling like teeth chattering in the cold wind, and also as if it was stuck in her throat.

  Although it can be said like this, there is still no strength to move, and the deepest part of the heart does not want to move, just sinking like this.

  Scorching lips lightly stuck to her temples, slowly slid down along her hairline, fell to the root of her ear, earlobe, and a slippery, scorching tongue suddenly extended in.

  Song Yu's whole body shook violently, the broken sobbing sound stuck in his throat, and the last bit of strength was drained from his body. He could only lean weakly against the door, his forehead pressed against it, his head bowed in distress, and his shoulders heaving violently with rapid breathing.

  Chi Cheng's hands also pushed up the door, finally trapping her completely in his arms, dry and scorching lips tracing down along her earlobe, lightly nibbling on the delicate skin behind her ear and neck.

  "Yang Shu..." Song Yu struggled to summon some strength, helplessly calling out.

  "She's gone to rest." After Qi Chengzhi was moved, his voice became even more mellow, and he buried his face in her neck from behind, kissing and sniffing, brushing aside her long hair, better feeling her delicate skin.

  At last, he grasped her shoulder with one hand and gently turned her around.

  Song Yu's hands were pressed against his chest, and he finally saw him clearly.

  He was only wearing a silk bathrobe, and it was unclear whether he had originally been like this or if the recent turmoil had caused his robe's collar to be wide open, extending all the way down to his lower abdomen, and was loosely tied with a belt around his waist, revealing the solid muscles underneath.

  The thin bathrobe also outlined his good figure, and after taking a bath, his body still emitted the faint fragrance of shower gel.

  Her sharp nose bridge was without glasses, her facial features were more striking than during the day, yet it also made her heart flutter even more.

  His hands somehow slid to her waist, buckling her lower back and pulling her into his arms, pressing tightly against his firm abdomen.

  "To be honest, do you want to go?" His lips were pressed against hers, gently rubbing against her lips.

  Song Yu's hands involuntarily slid up his chest, hooked around his neck, and her soft fingertips gently caressed the short hair at the nape of his neck.

  Her face flushed, she couldn't bring herself to admit it, so she simply defaulted and didn't say anything, instead taking the initiative to kiss his warm thin lips, her cheeks burning like fire.

  Her timid tongue had just extended, and she had only licked his lips with a hint of mint toothpaste, when he grasped her and refused to let go again. The arms wrapped around her waist suddenly tightened, lifting her off the ground and carrying her towards his bedroom. Until he put her on the bed, his lips remained stuck together, refusing to part.

  Once I've fallen for him, he's the only one in my eyes. Every move he makes is so handsome and elegant.

  This man with a cold surface is actually a bad boy at heart, and these contradictory characteristics have formed his uniqueness.

  The charm emanating from him moved her heart, and she was at a loss for words.

  For such a man, she could only think of one word to describe him: "unparalleled elegance"!

  Here is the translation:

  With such an unparalleled man, now hers, Song Yu's heart was burning up, and she was so enchanted that she didn't care about reason or face, her soft hands directly parted his bathrobe and reached in, then wrapped around his back, somewhat impatiently pulling off his bathrobe.

  Chi Cheng's lips brushed against her lip corner, smiling at her impulsive nature, but also being teased by her impatient and flirtatious behavior. Unable to hold back, he knew she was thin-skinned, so he didn't say anything teasing, instead kissing her lips while fiercely entering her.

  ……

  ……

  Song Yu was pressed against his body, and he wouldn't let her move even when she was surrounded by him. Although he had already softened, he still buried himself inside her, making their current posture extremely embarrassing. Song Yu didn't dare to think about how they looked right now.

  Both of them were still panting, lying on Qi Chengzhi's chest, and she could feel his undulations very clearly, up and down, making her feel as if she was drifting on a small boat.

  His chest was still floating with fine sweat beads, mixed with hers all together.

  Song Yu looked up at him, his expression was full and slightly narrowed eyes, no matter how he looked, it seemed bad, where was the stability and introversion that he saw in the magazine before.

  As she gazed at his handsome face, her fingertips involuntarily touched him, tracing the contours of his refined and elegant features.

  Such a clear and bright man is now hers, she's lying in his arms, and he's inside her body, it all feels like a dream, so unreal.

  His fingertips drew circles on her smooth back at will, and when she looked up, his soft fingertips painted on her face, the movement was light as if a feather brushed against his face.

  She may not even know that her expression at this moment is so enchanting, with a strong affection naturally revealed.

  Her chin rested on his chest, and her somewhat dazed black pupils were filled with trust.

  Zi Cheng's heart was racing, and he couldn't help but lean down and kiss her forehead.

  At this time, her fingertips had already come down from the tip of his nose, lightly crawling over his warm and moist lips to his chin where a shallow stubble had grown. Her fingertips couldn't help but press against the stubble, feeling a bit itchy and very novel.

  She raised her head and suddenly bumped into Qi Cheng's deep, gentle black eyes. Song Yu's heart skipped a beat as she was mesmerized by his gaze, and lightly kissed the stubble on his chin.

  He couldn't help but smile as he looked at her, her cheeks flushed with obedience, like a little pet, and he felt a surge of desire, just as he was about to make another move, she suddenly sat up, letting him slip out.

  Suddenly losing his filling, she was also somewhat unaccustomed to it, and her movements were paused for a moment due to her soft legs, almost going back again.

  "Where are you going?" Qi Chengzhi grasped her waist, thinking she was about to leave, his expression somewhat serious, the force of his hand on her waist also heavier than before, very solemn.

  "I'm going to take a bath." Song Yu's face was red, one foot on the ground and the other still on his leg, the movement of straddling from the bed was really too revealing, very embarrassing.

  Chi Cheng's expression softened, and he let her go. He didn't say a word, but his eyes, filled with intense emotions, stared at her without blinking, making Song Yu's movements become stiff and mechanical. She bent down to pick up the bathrobe he had thrown on the ground earlier and wrapped it around herself, not even tying the belt.

  Anyway, the two of them have already developed to this point, and there's no need to pretend to be reserved anymore. She just wasn't quite used to being so naturally intimate yet.

  The bathroom in Qi Cheng's bedroom also had a bathtub, but Song Yu didn't use it, he just wanted to simply rinse off the sweat and stickiness.

  Steamy hot water sprayed from the showerhead, gently sprinkling on her pale skin.

  A soft "creak" sound, Song Yu looked over and saw that Qi Chengzhi wasn't wearing anything, just like that he slipped in.

  She hadn't carefully looked at his face before, but now he suddenly rushed into her line of sight, and Song Yu could be said to have gotten a good look.

  His solid abs with distinct abdominal muscles, along with a clear Adonis belt, make for a physique that's almost criminal - it's hard to imagine how this man achieved such a body.

  With the steam rising from the bathroom, Song Yu's face was burning red, yet she couldn't look away, her gaze somewhat dazed as she faced Qi Cheng's tall and lean physique.

  She didn't dodge or hide, but instead stood there openly and waited for him to approach, as if she had been frozen in place and forgotten how to move.

  Until she was stuck in his arms, the hot water splashed onto both of their bodies. Her hands trembled slightly as they touched his scorching chest. She didn't dare to lift her head or lower it, and her gaze only dared to stay on the skin in front of her.

  "How did you get in?" she asked in a low voice, her head feeling somewhat dizzy, as if the heat here was going to suffocate her.

  Looking at her rosy face and powdered skin, his palms were filled with a wonderful smooth feeling. He exerted himself to hold her tightly, the thing below *** pressing against her.

  His lips close to her ear, a low and husky voice asked: "What do you say?"

  Song Yu's ears were burning, so she simply buried her face in his chest. However, he picked her up and pressed her against the still cool ceramic tile wall, kissing her as he entered her straight away.

  ……

  ……

  He had been tossing her around for a long time, and by the time they were halfway through, he couldn't even be bothered to wipe off all the water from their bodies. He turned off the shower and carried her back to bed, ending up soaking the sheets as well.

  Song Yu is now unable to sleep and somehow became curious about his past women.

  Once a woman cares about something and puts her heart into it, she can't avoid going through this stage.

  Although it's unpleasant to hear about someone's past emotional experiences, you still want to know.

  She felt that Qi Chengzhi was a very strong man, at least for now, with a strong aura and mature charm, it's impossible to lack women around him.

  Song Yu was a first-timer and had nothing to compare it with, but he also thought that Qi Chengzhi's skills were very good and not rushed.

  Now that he had thought of this, the two words "Ai Li" also slipped into Song Yu's mind so smoothly, and he still remembered the name he called out in a daze that morning, his heart was blocked.

  His kiss, his body, his charm, everything about him has already been savored by another woman.

  Emotionally, she is a woman with a strong sense of cleanliness, just as she cannot tolerate Jian Yi, even if in the end Jian Yi may be able to cut off those messy relationships for her sake, she will not accept him again.

  "Zi Chengzhi, how many girlfriends have you had before?" She poked his chest with her finger, not daring to look up at him, yet couldn't help but add, "Seriously and non-seriously."

  The words are out, and I feel so common, but if I don't ask, I'll be suffocated by my own discomfort.

  "......" Qi Chengzhi looked at her, holding her tightly, and felt a bit depressed. Why did she still have the energy to think about this after coming twice?

  Not hearing his response, Song Yu felt a bit stifled and asked again in a low voice: "Who is Aili?"

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  Yesterday, a crazy person suddenly appeared in the comment section, leaving a message under my top comment saying that I plagiarized someone else's book. Her words were so ridiculous that they made me laugh and cry at the same time. Many sisters couldn't help but reply to her, but she said not to be too sensitive and that she was only replying to me, not them. She even said that if people attacked her, it meant I was guilty, and that I had plagiarized and was now dodging the issue.

  The implication is that you can scold me, but no one else is allowed to refute you. Seeing her words made me so angry that my hands were shaking. I didn't delete her comment, I left it there. I don't care if this fan is a real fan or just trying to stir up trouble on purpose.

  The point of saying this here is that from now on, I won't respond to this brainless fan's comments. It's not because I'm guilty, but because I think it's ridiculous. If I keep responding, it will never end, and it will even affect my mood when writing.

  I want to remind everyone that if you see such a comment again, don't be scared. Don't bother responding to her either. The more you respond to this kind of person, the more they'll come at you. Let's just ignore them and do our own thing.

  Many of you who read my book should have also read other books in the same genre, so you know what's going on. Also, judging from that fan's words, it seems like she hasn't even read my book before coming to scold me. So, this message is probably invisible to her too, but I still want to say something: whether you're a real fan or a troll account, please don't come here and give the author a bad name.

  Then, smooth sailing, almost caught up by those behind ~~