Qiao Yingzi's emotions had calmed down. She pulled Zhao Tianhao into her room and chattered on, telling him about all the trivial things that had happened to her over the past few days.
Zhao Tianhao listened attentively to Qiao Yingzi's story without the slightest impatience.
He was captivated by Yingzi's pretty yet slightly spirited face.
"Brother, brother," she murmured, noticing Zhao Tianhao staring at her blankly. Although she had felt a flutter in her heart upon seeing the handsome Zhao Tianhao again, the girl's shyness still made her embarrassed.
Zhao Tianhao snapped out of his daze and found the shy Qiao Yingzi amusing.
In the drama, Qiao Yingzi was always portrayed as a carefree and sensible girl; he hadn't expected her to have this side to her.
She was truly beautiful.
Just as Zhao Tianhao was wondering what to say, Song Qian opened the door and said to him, "Dinner's ready, let's eat!"
Qiao Yingzi had never seen her mother so gentle before; she was truly astonished. It seemed only her brother Tianhao could handle her mother.
Qiao Yingzi instantly felt like she'd found a lifesaver.
Qiao Yingzi clung to Zhao Tianhao's arm as they walked outside, calling out, "Brother, let's eat!" Her two little pouches pressed against Zhao Tianhao's arm. Zhao Tianhao thought to himself that he had to be extra careful with Yingzi in the future; she was still so young.
"It's alright, she's still growing, she'll develop," Zhao Tianhao thought reassuringly. After washing their hands, Zhao Tianhao and Qiao Yingzi sat down, looking at the braised pork, cola chicken wings, prawns, stir-fried pork, broccoli, and finally, the chicken soup Song Qian had made—all his favorites.
To be honest, Zhao Tianhao was also a little touched. Song Qian was really too good to him.
"Wow, this is such a feast!" Qiao Yingzi reverted to her usual carefree self. Now, feeling emboldened by Zhao Tianhao's support, she was no longer afraid of Song Qian.
Sometimes children think so simply. She didn't really want to be an enemy of her mother; she just disliked her mother forcing her to do things she didn't want to do.
"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Qian," Zhao Tianhao said, looking at Song Qian.
"Not at all, not at all. Try it and see if it's good, if it suits your taste," Song Qian had completely forgotten she had a daughter; her eyes were only on Zhao Tianhao.
As she spoke, she placed a piece of braised pork in Zhao Tianhao's bowl, looking at him expectantly.
Zhao Tianhao picked up a piece, tasted it, gave Song Qian a thumbs up, and praised, "Fat but not greasy, delicious! It tastes just like I know, so good!"
"It's delicious, eat more, look how thin you are!" Song Qian was very happy to hear Zhao Tianhao's praise. She picked up another piece of meat for him, then picked up a shrimp and started peeling it, seemingly for him.
"Mom, Mom, I'm still alive!" Qiao Yingzi complained, feeling ignored.
"What are you saying? Eat your food! Even eating can't shut you up. Finish your meal and do your homework!" Song Qian said to Qiao Yingzi, while dipping the peeled shrimp in sauce and putting it in Zhao Tianhao's bowl.
Zhao Tianhao was speechless at Yingzi's jealous reaction. After quickly eating the shrimp Song Qian had peeled, he peeled one for both Song Qian and Qiao Yingzi.
After eating the shrimp that Zhao Tianhao had peeled himself, Qiao Yingzi grinned at him and obediently settled down to eat.
She focused on her meal.
Zhao Tianhao, worried that Song Qian would continue peeling shrimp and serving him food, quickly interrupted, saying, "I can do it myself, Sister Qian, hurry up and eat. You've been busy all day."
"Okay, whatever you say," Song Qian replied, sitting down to eat as well.
Only then did Zhao Tianhao realize why he was sitting at the head of the table, with Qiao Yingzi and Song Qian on either side of him.
Suddenly, he remembered that Song Qian had already set out the bowls and chopsticks before he sat down. He wondered what Song Qian meant by this.
Unable to figure it out, Zhao Tianhao stopped thinking about it and focused on eating. Surprisingly, Song Qian's cooking was quite good.
After finishing her meal, Qiao Yingzi went to do her homework.
Yes, Zhao Tianhao felt there was nothing wrong with doing homework; after all, senior year of high school was all about doing lots of problems.
However, Zhao Tianhao wouldn't follow Song Qian's strict schedule.
Play when you should play, study when you should study.
That was Zhao Tianhao's principle.
Although he could support Qiao Yingzi even if she didn't study, it's never a bad thing to study.
Zhao Tianhao told Qiao Yingzi that she could rest after finishing a set of practice problems and do whatever she wanted, since it was still summer vacation. It was just that the school had started extra classes two weeks early.
Song Qian didn't object, because looking at Zhao Tianhao's serious eyes, she knew it was useless to object, so she let Qiao Yingzi be.
Qiao Yingzi studied in the room, and Song Qian, afraid that Qiao Yingzi would be distracted, even pulled down the blinds on the window.
Now, Zhao Tianhao and Song Qian, a single man and woman, were sitting on the sofa together, and Song Qian felt a little awkward.
"I'll go make your bed," Song Qian said, unable to stay any longer, because she felt that Zhao Tianhao's gaze was too intimidating.
If she stayed any longer, she feared something might really happen to her; after all, she was his teacher.
Watching Song Qian flee in panic, Zhao Tianhao smiled. There was still plenty of time; there was no rush.
However, judging from Song Qian's words, she wanted him to stay there tonight.
But Xiao Meng and Wang Yao kept messaging him, and Zhao Tianhao was torn about whether to go back.
After all, Zhao Tianhao wasn't used to sleeping alone.
"Sister Qian, don't bother tidying up. I'm going back to my place," Zhao Tianhao said to Song Qian, who was making the bed, as he walked to the door of the second bedroom.
Seeing Song Qian bending over to make the bed, her round, pert buttocks sticking out, Zhao Tianhao felt a surge of heat.
Song Qian seemed to feel the burning gaze behind her, knowing that Zhao Tianhao was staring at her there.
She wanted to stand up, but somehow she couldn't muster the strength. This allowed Zhao Tianhao to get a good look at her.
Whether she was truly weak or feigning weakness, it was unclear.
Song Qian stammered, "You...you're leaving? Sleep at home, I...Yingzi misses you terribly."
Zhao Tianhao smiled, knowing Song Qian missed him too. Whether this longing stemmed from her son or her husband, she genuinely didn't want Zhao Tianhao to leave.
Because she was afraid. Afraid that she wouldn't see him again after he left.
Thinking this, Zhao Tianhao couldn't resist. He quickly closed the door and ran behind Song Qian.
Song Qian heard the door close behind her and heard the rushing air beside her, knowing Zhao Tianhao was approaching. She was nervous and didn't know what to do.
Zhao Tianhao grabbed Song Qian from behind, his erect penis pressed against her legs through his pants, rubbing against her vulva.
Song Qian didn't know if she cried out in pain from Zhao Tianhao's tight embrace or in a passionate moan. Anyway, Zhao Tianhao felt his penis getting even harder, and he couldn't wait to thrust into Song Qian's cunt and fuck her hard.
Zhao Tianhao pulled Song Qian down onto the bed. Then he rolled over and pinned her down.
"No, Hao Hao, no!" Song Qian pushed against Zhao Tianhao's chest, her two watery eyes fixed on him.
Zhao Tianhao's lust was at its peak, and he couldn't listen to anything else. Besides, he understood the principle that when a woman says no, she means yes.
Ignoring Song Qian's struggles, the physically weak Song Qian was no match for Zhao Tianhao. He pinned her down, held her head in place, and kissed her alluring red lips.
"No, we can't do this, I'm your teacher, um—no," Song Qian's words were cut off by Zhao Tianhao.
Song Qian's mention of her teacher only fueled Zhao Tianhao's arousal. His large penis rubbed against Song Qian's vulva.
Finally, Song Qian let out a passionate moan, and Zhao Tianhao's tongue seized the opportunity, penetrating her mouth.
They began a playful chase, a game of cat and mouse.
Song Qian's initial struggle gradually transformed into a mixture of resistance and acceptance, until she finally became completely cooperative—all of this was observed by Zhao Tianhao.
He couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. He swallowed Song Qian's saliva while vigorously sucking on her tongue.
Zhao Tianhao's masterful kissing technique aroused Song Qian, her body going limp and completely at his mercy.