292: Chapter 281: Younger Sister-in-law 292: Chapter 281: Younger Sister-in-law Qingluan was wearing a skirt, and because it was particularly short, the view underneath left nothing to the imagination.
Song Yun really wanted to remind Qingluan about it, but he didn’t dare—God knows what kind of fury might erupt from the girl if she knew he’d been stealing glances.
Just as Song Yun was hesitating over whether to take advantage of the situation, Qingluan suddenly shrieked, “Cock…
cockroach, Song Yun, why do we still have cockroaches in our house?”
Song Yun was squatting behind her, and with her sudden jump, Qingluan toppled forward right onto Song Yun’s face.
He could only feel a large, round, and very elastic object wriggling non-stop on his face.
Lying on the floor and opening his eyes, Song Yun’s gaze was filled with the sight of Qingluan’s buttocks.
Oh God, what the hell did I do to deserve this, to have a woman sit on my face like this today.
Heaven knows why a woman skilled in martial arts would be afraid of a small creature like a cockroach, and after Song Yun with a flushed face managed to shove Qingluan off his face, he looked around and couldn’t find that cockroach.
“That… are you okay?” Qingluan asked, her voice tentative as she looked down bashfully.
“I’m fine, just got your butt on my face for a second, not dying just yet,” Song Yun replied without any good humor, although he didn’t mind engaging in some sixty-nine or whatever in bed.
But this was definitely not the bed, and after all, he and Qingluan were not even on those terms—being pressed into this position without any advantage on his part.
“You’re still talking about it!” Qingluan said, mortified, pinching Song Yun’s neck and starting to shake him back and forth.
“Stop pinching me, or I’ll suffocate,” Song Yun protested with a playful tongue-out ‘dead’ expression.
“You wash the dishes yourself,” Qingluan dropped the sentence before running out of the kitchen.
With only half of the dishes washed, Song Yun heaved a helpless sigh.
After finally finishing, he shook the water off his hands and headed to the living room, only to find Qingluan still hadn’t forgotten the recent incident and was glaring at him.
Considering his own safety, Song Yun felt it was better to return to his room.
Once back in the bedroom with nothing else to do, Song Yun decided to finish reading “The Art of Thick Black Theory,” but after only two lines, he became dizzy and fell asleep.
It could be said that books were indeed a good sleeping aid.
Here, Song Yun could sleep very peacefully, but Jiang Jiangqin and her husband were tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
The unbearable thought of not being able to settle their business at home filled Jiang Jiangqin with resentment.
Why was there always someone protecting Xiao Qing?
Why couldn’t things just go her way?
“Let’s go back tomorrow; I’m scared that kid might really make a move against us,” Jiang Jiangqin said, lying on top of her husband.
“Okay, we’ll go back and explain today’s events to Mr.
Li.
I can’t believe he would still favor that little bitch Xiao Qing after all this—ouch, don’t touch my face; it hurts like hell,” he complained.
“You really are something.
Let me tell you, that bastard Xiao Qing clearly wants to break away from the Xiao Family.
What do we do about it, huh?
I even have everything set up with the Su Family, and now I’m in a fix and can’t please anyone,” Jiang Jiangqin said, her brow furrowed with worry and anger about the day’s events before she bit down hard on her husband’s chest.
“Are you crazy, woman?
That bastard is the one who moved against us; why are you biting me!”
“Hmph, I’m just angry.
Even Mr.
Li is on Xiao Qing’s side.
When we get back, who knows how he’ll scold you—or rather, cuss you out.”
“Sigh, it worries me too.”
The next morning, Song Yun woke Li Shishi up with a foul mood.
The sight of Li Shishi’s outfit infuriated him further, and he pulled her into a fierce kiss, nibbling on her lower lip with intentions to continue, but she pushed him away blushing.
“You’re so improper, always thinking about such things.
I really can’t with you—so early in the morning!” Li Shishi straightened her clothing, which Song Yun had messed up, and, not in the best of moods, smacked his back hard, saying, “Grandpa Luo is here; he says we have to go back to the old house today.”
“Back to the old house?
What for…,” Song Yun wondered, recalling the harsh beating he’d received from Mr.
Li’s stick last time—his warning was clear that Song Yun had to keep a low profile for a while.
Why suddenly summon him now?
“Do you know why Mr.
Li is calling us back?
Spill the beans.”
“How would I know?
Grandfather clearly meant to keep me in the dark, otherwise he’d have told me when Housekeeper Luo came,” Li Shishi muttered, her lips pouting in displeasure—Grandfather never used to keep things from her.
“Let’s go, we’ll head there now,” said Song Yun, promptly bouncing up from the bed, but in the next moment, he saw Li Shishi’s face change color—damn, he’d forgotten that he slept naked.
After enduring a thorough scolding from Li Shishi on their way, Song Yun, rubbing his bruised waist and muttering under his breath, followed Housekeeper Luo into the old house.
The atmosphere at the old house was strangely tense today.
How should I put it?
Normally, all those relatives who liked to pop over were absent—a very curious absence.
Could it be that some VIP had arrived?
Li Shishi also felt unsure.
The servants’ glances…
they seemed so odd.
It had been a long time since she’d been to the old house—had something happened?
Very soon Li Shishi found out why the servants looked at her so strangely and what that odd look signified.
She hadn’t even seen anyone upon entering the hall when she heard chatter.
Before she could react, she was enveloped in a hug.
When Song Yun saw a figure zoom by his side and then a youthful and alluring girl embraced Li Shishi next to him, he couldn’t help but notice.
The girl had her long, smooth, black hair tied in a ponytail that hung down onto her full, shapely buttocks.
She wore a beige V-neck blouse, which, despite the modest neckline, revealed a deep cleavage.
Her pale, delicate skin seemed to glimmer faintly.
Tight denim shorts hugged her legs, accentuating the length and tightness of her thighs and particularly outlining her provocative behind, effectively arousing male desires.
“Sister, we finally meet again.”
“This… is this really my sister-in-law?
She looks quite tempting.”