147: Chapter 146: Hua Qingcheng Turns into a Lady 147: Chapter 146: Hua Qingcheng Turns into a Lady Song Yun had no idea that so much had happened while he was asleep.
But the one thing he was sure of was that today, he had to face Hua Qingcheng once and for all.
It wasn’t just about meeting her; he needed to have a deep conversation and explain why he had been so angry the day before.
Thinking about it made Song Yun’s schedule seem extremely tight.
After getting out of bed and finishing his morning routine, he went downstairs and had a breakfast brought over by Xiao Qing.
Xiao Qing looked at him and said, “Sister Wu Xin said she’d treat us to lunch today.”
“Not today, I’ve got a lot on my plate.
Let’s talk about it some other time,” Song Yun replied, massaging his forehead.
“What?
What else could you possibly have going on today?” Qingluan, who had just woken up, asked as she wandered out of the room rubbing her sleepy eyes.
“You said you’d take me to the Outer Sea today.”
“Today Hua Qingcheng is coming over, so everything else has to be postponed.
By the way, have you guys decided on our travel destination?
We’re leaving the day after tomorrow,” Song Yun said indignantly.
Does no one let people enjoy their holidays anymore?
Don’t they realize how awful it is to disturb someone during their festival?
Clearly, they didn’t understand, nor did they care to.
They weren’t celebrating, so why should they care about his feelings?
Li Shishi was gone early for who knows what, and Xiao Qing had family over, looking quite reluctant to attend.
Generously, Song Yun pushed Qingluan her way to help her manage the situation, which probably had to do with convincing Xiao Qing to get married.
Song Yun lay relaxed on the sofa, with still half an hour before Hua Qingcheng was supposed to arrive.
Unable to sleep, he decided to catch up on a humorous urban fiction ebook called “My Gorgeous Delicate Wife” that he had downloaded a few days ago.
He was so engrossed in it that he thought, if he ever met the author, he’d definitely treat him to a meal, a sauna session, and then a night out at a club.
The half-hour flew by, and just then his phone rang.
It was Hua Manlou calling to say his sister was about to leave the house and to prepare himself to feign attentiveness.
He even made a list of topics to discuss and topics to avoid, ending with expressing his indifference to the idea of Song Yun becoming his brother-in-law.
Others might pull a fast one, but this guy was throwing his own sister under the bus.
Wasn’t this the time for Hua Manlou to soberly reprimand him and then preach about treating his sister well?
Even though his brother’s words weren’t far from this, what the heck did he mean by the last part?
Him, his brother-in-law?
Was this some kind of joke?
Yes, his sister was beautiful and charming, a first-rate seductress both in bed—er, in reality—like a modern Su Daji.
But was he sure there was nothing wrong with her temper?
Wasn’t she the type to hit first and ask questions later?
In doing this, Hua Manlou wasn’t just setting his sister up; he was digging a hole for Song Yun too.
Song Yun lit a cigarette and lounged comfortably on the couch when suddenly the doorbell rang.
He checked his watch—it had only been five minutes since Hua Manlou’s call.
The visitor couldn’t be Hua Qingcheng already, could it?
Who could it be?
Curious, Song Yun opened the door only to find Hua Qingcheng standing there, lively as ever.
He glanced at his watch again, then back at the living room clock—it had indeed been just five minutes.
How could Hua Qingcheng have gotten here so quickly?
Was she teleported or something?
This was supposed to be a contemporary urban tale, not a fantasy epic.
Was the information he had gotten even accurate?
He thought she was just leaving her house, what kind of trick was this?
Seeing Song Yun’s dumbfounded expression, Hua Qingcheng chuckled and asked, “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
She actually laughed?
Although her laugh was rather fetching and made his heart flutter, it left him puzzled.
That wasn’t her usual style.
She was supposed to punch him right as they met and kick him around—well, hypothetically speaking.
Despite his slightly masochistic tendencies, it would depend on who was on the other end.
If it was Sister Ru Hua, it wouldn’t be her whipping Song Yun, but him kicking her out.
Feeling a bit anxious, Song Yun cautiously asked, “You…
you’re okay, right?”
Hua Qingcheng nearly exploded in anger.
Just the night before, she had decided to change her approach and be a gentler, more graceful woman to surprise him.
Yes, his initial shock was palpable, but why did he have to ruin the moment with such a mood-killing question?
Couldn’t he put on his gentlemanly airs and say, “Please come in, beautiful miss”?
Did he reserve his flattery only for other women?
“I’m fine.
Don’t you think it’s very impolite to keep a lady waiting at your doorstep?” Hua Qingcheng said with a smile, calming herself from the urge to throw her bag at Song Yun’s head.
“Oh…
please, come in,” Song Yun hurriedly welcomed her as she elegantly entered the yard.
His body shivered uncontrollably—this girl definitely had a scheme up her sleeve.
If not, he might as well screw his head off and use it as a football.
After settling down on the sofa, Song Yun cleared his throat and said, “I need to use the restroom real quick.
I’ll be right back.”
He darted out like an arrow toward the bathroom, where he immediately called Hua Manlou.
Hearing Hua Manlou’s hoodlum-like tone asking what was up, Song Yun felt an almost uncontrollable urge to speed over and give him a savage thrashing.
“Didn’t you say your sister was just leaving the house?
She’s already here at my place.
Don’t you think you owe me an explanation for what you said just now?” Song Yun stated coldly.
“Hehe, you know, I’m actually pretty scared of my sis.
She told me to tell you that,” Hua Manlou said awkwardly.
“Phew,” Song Yun exhaled heavily and asked, “Aside from that, don’t you think it’s weird how your sister left the house today?”
“What’s weird about it?
It’s not like she was undressed,” Hua Manlou muttered from the other side.
“If you don’t want me to kill you, just spit it out,” Song Yun almost shouted, but remembering Hua Qingcheng was in the living room, he lowered his voice.
“Right, I did notice my sis actually put on makeup today and sounded softer.
I wondered if you might have tamed her into a lady.
So you’re clueless about this too, huh?” Hua Manlou explained.
“Anyway, I’ve got things to handle here, let’s catch up later.”
Before Song Yun could respond, Hua Manlou hung up.
The woman sitting across from him noticed his anxious expression and smiled, “Xiao Lou, what’s wrong?
I’ve got some connections, so feel free to share if you’re in trouble.”
After she spoke, her hand landed on Hua Manlou’s slender one, caressing it continuously.
Hua Manlou flashed a sunny smile and replied, “Nothing big, just someone asking if I knew Amway.
Damn, these salespeople and insurance agents are so annoying.”
“Yeah, I get those calls all the time.
Someone even asked if I wanted to buy a cemetery plot in advance—seriously, no class.
I’m only thirty-two,” the woman said, with a tone of self-pity.
“Right, I’ve no idea how they get our information these days.
Nothing seems trustworthy anymore.
Let’s drop this subject.
You mentioned earlier about giving you a check-up.
Should we do it now?” Hua Manlou said with a cheeky grin.