Song Yu was stumped by the question.
She stared at Ji Mingsui for a few seconds, truly not knowing how to retort. So, with a tense face, she got off the sofa, turned her back, sat down on the coffee table, and began to sulk.
Ji Mingsui was really something else. She kept saying she loved her, yet whenever a moment like just now arose, she would ruthlessly expose her duplicity, leaving her absolutely no face.
Ji Mingsui stood up and placed her hand on Song Yu’s shoulder. “Are you angry?”
Song Yu nodded slightly. “Yes.”
Since her duplicity would be ruthlessly exposed anyway, she might as well just admit it directly.
Ji Mingsui smiled and commented, “How petty.”
Song Yu turned her head to glare at Ji Mingsui, feeling incredibly aggrieved in her heart.
She wasn’t petty.
After getting together with Ji Mingsui, she had been making concessions; she had really given up so much ground.
But Ji Mingsui was just so domineering and aggressive, refusing to yield even a single step.
The petty one was Ji Mingsui, not her!
Ji Mingsui coaxed Song Yu softly, “Wife, I know I was wrong.”
Song Yu frowned and asked, “Then will you change in the future?”
Ji Mingsui smiled. “No.”
Song Yu took a deep breath. “You…”
Her head was already aching, and now, angered by Ji Mingsui, her heart began to ache as well.
“Wife, don’t be angry anymore.” Ji Mingsui walked around the coffee table, squatted down by Song Yu’s legs, and continued to coax her softly, “Your heart is not good.”
“If you ruin your health from anger, my heart will ache for you.”
Hearing this, Song Yu let out a sigh.
She was out of options.
She really had no tricks left.
She had thought that after being reborn, she would be able to successfully escape Ji Mingsui’s control.
She hadn’t expected that Ji Mingsui had also been reborn.
Seeing that Song Yu seemed somewhat resigned to her fate, Ji Mingsui smiled and advised, “How good is it to be with me? Rich clothes and fine food, luxury villas and sports cars, endless luxury goods to buy, and endless glory and wealth to enjoy.”
Song Yu curled her lip. “It’s not good at all.”
She cited an example: “Being with you, I can’t even decide what color underwear to wear each day by myself.”
Ji Mingsui tilted her head and acted spoiled in a soft voice, “Is it not good to have a wife like me, who treats you like an ancestor during the day and serves you in all kinds of ways at night?”
Song Yu’s lip remained curled. “Not good.”
“You don’t let me make friends.”
“Being with you, when you are working, I can only play by myself. It’s so boring.”
Ji Mingsui had known for a long time that material luxury and physical pleasure could not lock Song Yu down.
Therefore, she did not continue to persuade her. Instead, she stood up and sat down on the small sofa opposite Song Yu.
Seeing Ji Mingsui looking completely assured of victory, Song Yu blinked her eyes alertly.
She had realized just now that Ji Mingsui had set a trap for her.
However, after getting drunk, her brain was truly too sluggish, so she still hadn’t figured out exactly what kind of trap Ji Mingsui had laid for her.
Song Yu asked Ji Mingsui, “What were you plotting by pretending you hadn’t been reborn?”
Since Song Yu would forget everything that happened while she was drunk once she sobered up, Ji Mingsui directly revealed her plan to her: “In our past life, I was too eager. I proactively confessed to you, proactively pursued you, and indulged you until you felt completely secure, throwing tantrums and breaking up with me at every turn.”
“The easier something is to obtain, the less it is cherished.”
“People only know how to cherish things after they have lost them.”
The corners of her mouth curved up. “So in this life, I wanted to act as if I didn’t love you, give you a good shock, and force you to confess to me and proactively pursue me first.”
“Since material luxury and physical pleasure cannot lock you down, I have no choice but to try a different method this life. I want to see if a love lost and found again can lock you down.”
Song Yu was stunned at first, and then her eyes widened in horror. She finally knew what kind of trap Ji Mingsui had set for her.
Today, seeing Ji Mingsui behaving so warmly and intimately with Shen Lanxi, she had felt incredibly lost in her heart.
She loved Ji Mingsui.
According to Ji Mingsui’s plan, if Ji Mingsui really acted as if she didn’t love her and used Shen Lanxi to stimulate her from time to time, then in this life, amid the unwillingness of losing Ji Mingsui and the jealousy toward Shen Lanxi, she would definitely give up her insistence on freedom. She would confess to Ji Mingsui first, pursue Ji Mingsui first, and then, under the circumstances of barely regaining what was lost, she would lose all sense of security and become a canary that obeyed Ji Mingsui’s every word.
So—yes!
A love lost and found again could lock her down.
Not only could it lock her down, but in order to make Ji Mingsui choose her in this life instead of Shen Lanxi, she would even beg Ji Mingsui to control her, and proactively crawl into the golden cage Ji Mingsui built for her!
Song Yu had only been a little resigned to her fate just now, but now she accepted it completely. She wailed in despair, “Ah!”
“Ji Mingsui, you are too cunning, too treacherous.”
“I am no match for you.”
Even living a second life, she was still no match for Ji Mingsui.
“Since you are no match, just yield to me.” Ji Mingsui hooked her finger at Song Yu.
Lowering her voice, she teased with a smile, “Having kept me starved for so many days, you must be holding it in uncomfortably too, right?”
“Don’t you miss me?”
Song Yu pursed her lips, the tips of her ears trembling. “…I do.”
She missed her so much.
So much that she had erotic dreams, so much that she did something deeply shameful to a jacket infused with Ji Mingsui’s scent, and so much that she couldn’t sleep at night.
She raised her eyes and looked guiltily toward the jacket hanging on the clothes hanger.
Ji Mingsui followed Song Yu’s gaze and looked over.
She had been with Song Yu for eleven years and understood her personality perfectly. Seeing how wrinkled and crumpled that jacket was, she knew exactly what Song Yu had done to it.
She raised her eyebrows. “The jacket?”
Song Yu was afraid Ji Mingsui would mistake her for a pure pervert.
She wasn’t a pure pervert; she was only this perverted because she loved Ji Mingsui.
Therefore, she explained anxiously, “That jacket was stained with your scent.”
“A citrus scent.” Her voice grew lower and lower. “It smelled so good.”
Ji Mingsui suddenly understood. “You couldn’t take it just from smelling a bit of my scent?”
She scolded, “You dog.”
Song Yu pulled a tense face.
Ji Mingsui was calling her a dog again.
She wasn’t a dog before; it was Ji Mingsui who turned her into such a dog.
“Alright.”
“Don’t sulk anymore.” Ji Mingsui jerked her chin toward Song Yu. “Come over here.”
Song Yu looked at Ji Mingsui.
Ji Mingsui’s eyes carried a trace of indulgence, and the smile on her lips was incomparably doting. Song Yu swallowed her saliva, and though her face was still tense, her body stood up.
She sat down next to Ji Mingsui.
The sofa was too small, so she and Ji Mingsui could only squeeze tightly together.
Such close, tight contact caused the citrus scent radiating from Ji Mingsui’s body to flood her nostrils, her brain, and her entire body…
At this moment, Song Yu even felt as if her very soul was overflowing with Ji Mingsui’s scent.
“It smells so good,” Song Yu said, her voice husky.
Then she lowered her head, wanting to kiss Ji Mingsui’s fair and tender neck.
Ji Mingsui pressed her hand against Song Yu’s head, reminding her in a cold voice, “The phone.”
Song Yu’s brow furrowed tightly.
In recent years, Ji Mingsui loved to use this kind of thing to manipulate her. Before any intimacy, she would always make demands of her either checking her phone or making her report her itinerary for the day.
If Ji Mingsui didn’t check to her heart’s content or absolute satisfaction, or if Song Yu didn’t report seriously and thoroughly enough, Ji Mingsui wouldn’t let her touch her.
It was so annoying.
Annoying as it was, every time, in order to touch Ji Mingsui sooner, she would proactively hand her phone over to Ji Mingsui’s hands, or report what things she had done and what people she had met that day to Ji Mingsui very seriously and meticulously.
This time was no exception.
Song Yu picked up the phone placed on the coffee table and delivered it to Ji Mingsui’s hand. “Check it.”
Ji Mingsui accepted it with a smile.
Song Yu urged, “Check faster.”
She really could hardly hold it in anymore.
If she endured any longer, she would go crazy.
Ji Mingsui responded, “Mm.”
Then she entered the password and tapped into Song Yu’s WeChat.
Seeing this, Song Yu felt a sudden shock in her heart.
She bit her lip hard.
It was over; she had forgotten to delete her chat history with Ying Man. Ying Man had been trying to introduce her to… all day today.
Before Song Yu could finish panicking, Ji Mingsui had already found it.
Looking at the chat history between Song Yu and Ying Man, she gave a cold laugh. “Hmph.”
“Not bad.”
“Ying Man has been trying to introduce girlfriends to you all day today.”
Song Yu sighed anxiously.
It was over, completely over.
In this life, Ying Man would definitely be banished to Europe by Ji Mingsui again.
“Let me see.” Ji Mingsui’s tone grew colder and colder. “Junior schoolmates from the Acting Department and the Broadcasting Department.”
“A trendy older sister who opens a photo studio.”
“A gentle kindergarten teacher.”
Her eyes turned ruthless. “Ying Man’s social circle is quite broad; she can introduce so many women just like that.”
Song Yu truly did not want to lose Ying Man as a friend. “Ying Man and I grew up together. We are best friends, lifelong besties.”
“Compared to going to Europe to be a wealthy woman, living in a luxury apartment, and buying antiques at will, Ying Man prefers to stay in the country and hang out with me.”
She gripped Ji Mingsui’s hand tightly and begged bitterly, “Mingsui, I rarely beg you, but this time I really beg you. Don’t send Ying Man to Europe, okay?”