Chapter 64: Who Are You Trying to Scare with the Study?

Song Qingtian had no idea what was going on at first and initially resisted, but later…

However, Song Qingtian firmly believed it must be a physiological need.

Waking up from bed, Song Qingtian kept repeating to herself, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” before sheepishly retreating back to her bedroom.

Only after taking a shower and swallowing her medicine did she finally feel at ease.

Ling Hanyu returned from the study, still in the process of buttoning his shirt.

Song Qingtian had originally planned to act as if nothing had happened, but when she saw Ling Hanyu’s face flush and his breathing nearly stop, she knew she couldn’t keep up the act.

Ling Hanyu’s deep, dark eyes locked onto her as he casually closed the bedroom door behind him.

Seeing Song Qingtian’s pajamas—so conservatively revealing, tightly wrapped from head to toe—

even her feet were covered in socks.

Ling Hanyu furrowed his thick, dark brows, his gaze growing heavier. “Where are your old clothes?”

“I don’t like them!”

At Ling Hanyu’s question, she suddenly felt less nervous.

Song Qingtian thought of the overly revealing, tasteless outfits in the closet and felt a headache coming on.

What kind of taste does the original female supporting character even have? She can’t judge men, and she can’t judge clothes either.

Not a single piece in the entire closet flatters anyone.

Ling Hanyu grew impatient and walked over to the wardrobe.

Song Qingtian found herself irresistibly drawn to the wild man before her—his crisp white shirt, black slacks, and perfectly defined abs seemed like a burst of hormones straight out of heaven, passing right by her. It was hard not to lose control!

Ling Hanyu opened the wardrobe, took one look, then snapped, “Come here!”

“I already said I don’t like them!”

Song Qingtian wasn’t going to wear those.

In her opinion, none of them were decent.

“This one.”

Ling Hanyu picked out a pink silk slip dress and handed it to Song Qingtian.

Song Qingtian thought it looked passable, tried it on, only to see that the back was covered in thin straps crisscrossing in a way that practically exposed her entire back.

“Fine, I’ll just wear this.”

“But something so cheap—how could it possibly be good?”

Ling Hanyu tossed the nightgown to Song Qingtian. “I’m going to take a shower; change into this later.”

“Who wears something like this in broad daylight? If Nuonuo sees…”

Speaking of Nuonuo, Ling Hanyu glanced at his daughter before saying, “Then wear it tonight.”

Song Qingtian groaned—didn’t that still mean she had to wear it?

Before she could say anything more, Ling Hanyu had already turned and headed for the bathroom.

The bathroom door was left open, so Song Qingtian walked over to the doorway, deliberately pushed it open, leaned against the frame, and peered inside.

She did it on purpose—she remembered how the original female supporting character had secretly spied on Ling Hanyu while he was bathing and almost got thrown out of the villa.

“Come in!”

Ling Hanyu called out, and Song Qingtian froze for a moment.

It was incredibly awkward—like being caught spying as a female hooligan.

Through the misty steam, Song Qingtian faintly made out Ling Hanyu’s fine physique, with his pants and shirt still lying on the floor.

But she was Song Qingtian, not the original female supporting character. She might be a little envious of Ling Hanyu, but she didn’t have any feelings for him, let alone any interest in spying on him.

Leaving the doorway, Song Qingtian shut the door behind her.

She tossed the nightgown in her hand and went to the bed to check on her daughter.

Nuonuo was so cute!

When Ling Hanyu came out of the bathroom, he saw Song Qingtian kissing their daughter. He stepped forward, and only then did Song Qingtian move away.

Seeing Ling Hanyu wrapped in a bath towel as he emerged, Song Qingtian’s face darkened. She sat down in front of her daughter’s little body, blocking the view between father and daughter.

“You go put on a bathrobe.”

Song Qingtian spoke in a low voice, yet with unmistakable authority.

Ling Hanyu complied readily, returning to put on a bathrobe before stepping out again.

Song Qingtian also moved away from in front of her daughter’s little body.

“Why did you throw it away? Doesn’t it look good?”

“…I just don’t like it!”

Ling Hanyu went to change clothes. “Change clothes.”

“Where are we going?”

“To buy clothes—buy whatever you like.”

“I’ve got enough; I bought some before.”

“But ‘before’ is ‘before.’ Do you really want me to change them for you?”

Ling Hanyu turned to look at Song Qingtian, already busy buttoning his shirt, though his pants were still undone and his shirt hung open, making him look like a wildly handsome man.

Song Qingtian really couldn’t handle it.

“No thanks! I don’t want to go. Nuonuo…”

“Aunt Chen is here.”

Ling Hanyu paused. “I’ll count to three. If you don’t come over, you’re going to the study.”

Song Qingtian glared coldly at Ling Hanyu. “Scaring someone with the study?”

End of Chapter 64: Who Are You Trying to Scare with the Study?