So You're Such A Doctor Song

Chapter 220 - Teach Her A Lesson Back Home

Chapter 220: Teach Her A Lesson Back Home

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Ruan Yang could empathize. These two were indeed too lovey-dovey.

Li Xiaoxia sat closer to her and said sweetly, “Sister Ruan Yang, I’ll deshell it for you.”

Ruan Yang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. To have a twelve-year-old handsome little boy to deshell crabs for her—should she be happy or sad? “It’s okay, let me deshell it for you.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m good at deshelling crabs. Also, I have to learn to deshell crabs for girls. That way, I’ll be able to help my girlfriend deshell crabs in the future.” Li Xiaoxia had an ingratiating look on his face, not knowing if Sister Ruan Yang could understand what he was implying.

“Xiaoxia is so sensible.” Ruan Yang said with a laugh, “Whoever becomes Xiaoxia’s girlfriend in the future would definitely be very lucky.”

“That’s right, that’s right.” Li Xiaoxia nodded his head vigorously as he burst with joy.

Li Shaobin pressed his lips together. “Yeah, if you were a few years younger, you wouldn’t have such bad eyes to look for someone. Look for our Xiaoxia; he’s the best.”

“What? Don’t tell me Sister Ruan Yang has a boyfriend already?” Li Xiaoxia was dumbfounded, as though a bolt of lightning had struck in a clear sky.

“No.” Ruan Yang rolled her eyes at Li Shaobin. “Young Master Li, can you not be so petty?”

“How am I petty?” Li Shaobin puffed his chest with indignance.

“Didn’t you play cheat previously when we were playing cards?” Ruan Yang said while Li Shaobin had his mouth opened, about to say something, “The one who doesn’t admit to his foul play is a tortoise.”

Li Shaobin couldn’t make a single sound from his throat any more.

Song Chuyi laughed softly. “You’re too classless. Even playing cheat with women.”

“Little Uncle, I can’t believe that you have such bad playing etiquette.” Li Xiaoxia glanced at Li Shaobin with disdain and said to Ruan Yang, “Sister Ruan Yang, let me apologize on behalf of my Little Uncle.”

“Xiaoxia, you’re really the most sensible and boy I’ve seen.” Ruan Yang turned her head happily and kissed Li Xiaoxia on the cheek.

Li Xiaoxia was dumbfounded all of a sudden. His little face was so flushed that it looked like it was about to burst.

His... his goddess actually kissed him.

Li Shaobin looked at Li Xiaoxia’s foolish appearance and knew that this fellow must be elated.

How unsatisfying. Even his own nephew was more popular than he was.

“Ruan Yang, you’re simply too much—even teasing my nephew.” Li Shaobin took the chance to make trouble with her.

“How old is your nephew? Tease?” Ruan Yang looked at Li Xiaoxia. “Did I tease you?”

“No; he was the obscene one,” Li Xiaoxia said sweetly. Even if he was teased, he was willing to be teased. “Let’s ignore him. Sister Ruan Yang, let me deshell the crabs for you. Hurry up and eat.”

“Xiaoxia is so obedient.” Ruan Yang smiled. “Xiaoxia, eat too.”

At the side, Song Chuyi also took a piece of crabmeat and placed it in Changqing’s mouth. “Have the crab roe.”

Li Shaobin looked at the four people deshelling crabs for each other and felt more and more like he was the fifth wheel.

This was simply unsatisfying. Even Li Xiaoxia had someone to deshell crabs for him.

However, he wasn’t that unreasonable. He had hands and legs—why did he need someone to help him deshell crabs?

He could do it himself too.

He was going to ignore them and eat to his heart’s content. He must ensure they had nothing left to eat. See how they could still feed each other then.

“Don’t eat so fast.” Changqing liked crabs too. Seeing Li Shaobin finishing them off so quickly while Song Chuchu was still deshelling slowly, Changqing realized she didn’t need Song Chuchu’s help anymore and started deshelling herself.

Song Chuyi’s head hurt as he watched these two gluttons and reminded them: “Don’t eat so much. Have you forgotten that your stomach hurt after having crabs last time?”

“It’s oka,. There’s medicine at home anyway.” Changqing didn’t care. What was most important was enjoying herself now.

1Song Chuyi felt utterly defeated by her. He had to be her husband and her father. How worrisome.

Over by the other side, Li Xiaoxia saw that they had increased their speed and as a crab-lover, he was also anxious.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to worry about me. Eat first.” Ruan Yang knew that kids all loved to eat and consoled him with a smile.

“Mm, mm.” Hence, the three launched into the crab-deshelling process.

Only Song Chuyi and Ruan Yang were eating the other side dishes slowly.

After having their fill, it was almost midnight.

Song Chuyi footed the bill and turned his head back as he asked Ruan Yang, “Miss Ruan, are you going back to your house?”

“Mm.” Ruan Yang nodded.

“You can take Shaobin’s car; it’s on the way.” Song Chuyi glanced at Li Shaobin. “You aren’t drunk, right? Take Miss Ruan home carefully.”

“I got it.” Li Shaobin put his hands in his pockets.

Li Xiaoxia was the happiest. After coming out from the bar, he pulled Ruan Yang enthusiastically to Li Shaobin’s car.

“Will Ruan Yang be okay leaving with Shaobin?” Changqing was a little worried.

“What’s there to worry about? Would there be anyone in Northern City who would dare to stop his car?” Song Chuyi cuddled her as they walked towards his car. He was now in a hurry to go back to teach her a lesson.

“Yes. You.” Changqing glanced at him.

Song Chuyi pinched the tip of her nose. She was clever this time around.

Changqing knew that she had guessed correctly and asked curiously, “Say, why is Shaobin so afraid of you? Did you do something to him in the past?”

“What could I have done to him?” Song Chuyi opened the car door and stuffed her in.

Changqing was in a pretty good mood today and buckled her seatbelt herself, saying with a smile, “Did you see? Xiaoxia is quite interesting. To think Li Shaobin would have such a clever sweet-talker for a nephew. He’s the complete opposite from Shaobin. Also, he’s so young and handsome. However, Shaobin was pretty much the same. In the past, every time I saw him, I would wonder why you had such a tasteless friend, but today, with a change of clothes, he really looks like a noble young master—no worse than you.”

Changqing didn’t take notice of the expression of the man beside her at all as she went on praising him, even giving him a thumbs up.

Song Chuyi turned her face over straight away, his thin lips pressed tightly into a line. “What exactly are you trying to imply, praising another man’s looks in front of me?”

Changqing blinked her large eyes. “I’m not implying anything.”

Song Chuyi frowned, and his face became gloomier. “Do you find it fun picking clothes for another man?”

Changqing opened her mouth slightly and captured the warning that flashed past his eyes, swallowing her words and correcting herself as she said in disbelief, “You’re not jealous, are you?”

Song Chuyi’s tone was chilly. “If you like to pick clothes for men so much, from today onward, you’re responsible for picking out my daily outfit. How about that?”

Changqing was in a daze. Picking his daily outfit would mean that she wouldn’t be able to sleep in anymore. It would be troublesome even if she were to prepare it for him the night before. “Chuchu, you can’t be like this. See, it’s because Shaobin has poor taste, but you’re different. You dress so well. Any random shirt from your wardrobe would be enough to make my head spin from your handsomeness.”

She leaned into his embrace coquettishly as she spoke.

Song Chuyi swept her a cold glance. “You were quite excited to pick clothes for others, but when I want you to do it for me, you have a ton of good words to say immediately. Didn’t you say that Shaobin is very handsome? Not any worse than me? Then did your head spin from his handsomeness?”

“No, no, how can Shaobin compare to you?” Changqing didn’t expect him to be so petty. “Aren’t I helping Shaobin so much because of you? Also, I feel uncomfortable with him pestering you all day long. I want to make him look more handsome so that he can find a girlfriend faster. Actually, it all boils down to you.”

“Really?” Someone’s complexion finally improved.

“Mm, mm. More real than pearls.” Changqing nodded her head.

Song Chuyi pinched the small area of meat on her face. “You’ll be pardoned from the death sentence but you still have to pay the price. Horse-riding when we get back home.”

Changqing stared at him, her face all red. “Why are you like this? You’re just finding an excuse for it, right?”

Song Chuyi started the engine expressionlessly. “It’s not an excuse. It’s just changed from me riding you to you riding me.”

Changqing covered her face with embarrassment. Song Chuchu really had coarse preferences.

She only had him. Did other men also like to be ridden?

However, didn’t all the men in drama serials like to be the ones riding?

Changqing was distressed and wanted to take her phone out to search again.

The eye-catching sports car flew across the road.

Ruan Yang and Li Xiaoxia were in the backseat, being swung about like stir-fried beans multiple times. They felt a little motion-sick and their stomachs were a little queasy. Hence, Ruan Yang reminded Li Shaobin with a gentle voice: “Mr. Li, can you drive a little slower? This is very dangerous.”

“Yeah, Little Uncle. Our teacher said it’s safer to drive slower.” Li Xiaoxia said self-righteously, “If you continue doing this, I’m going to tell my Dad.”

Li Shaobin rolled his eyes but still lowered his speed.

Ruan Yang opened the window, and her soft, long hair was blown messily. There were a few strands of hair stuck to the side of her pretty lips, just like a delicate flower blooming in the summer sun, intoxicating while exuding their fragrance.

Li Xiaoxia watched every strand of her moving eyelashes from the side and felt a little dizzy.

Li Shaobin glanced at her from the rearview mirror and said, “Is that lad, Xin Ziao, still pestering you?”

“Mr. Li, I’m sorry but I don’t want to mention this person,” Ruan Yang said lightly after pondering for a while.

Li Shaobin was stumped and didn’t bother to open his mouth again.

The sports car stopped in the carpark under Ruan Yang’s apartment. Li Xiaoxia bade her farewell passionately.

Ruan Yang opened the car door and when she left, she turned back and said to Li Shaobin kindly, “Thank you for the treat tonight, Mr. Li. Right, black is actually quite suitable for you. If your hair wasn’t so yellow, you would probably look more handsome.”

Li Shaobin was in a daze and watched as she sauntered slowly into the elevator.

“You’re not allowed to look anymore.” Li Xiaoxia went up to cover his eyes angrily. “What did Ruan Yang mean by her last sentence? She’s saying you’re handsome?”

“... you can interpret it that way.” Li Shaobin raised his eyebrows delightedly and couldn’t help but look at himself in the rearview mirror. Did black really suit him?

He then touched his hair. Should he dye it back?

Li Xiaoxia bit onto the leather seat jealously. “I want to get a black shirt too. I’m going to wear black in the future.”

“Don’t be silly. It’s no use if you wear it. You weren’t born as handsome as your Little Uncle.” Li Shaobin snorted proudly.

What a happy day today was. Two women praised him successively.

Around one to two in the morning, Changqing’s back was aching from riding. She lay on Song Chuchu’s chest and couldn’t move for a long time.

Song Chuyi caressed the ends of her slightly wet hair and was satisfied. As he was about to fall asleep, Changqing suddenly started, “I have a question for you. Xiaoxia said that Li Shaobin has an aesthetics impediment. Is there really such a medical illness?”

“I’m not a psychologist; I don’t know.” Song Chuyi said languidly, “However, there should be a reason for it.”

“What is it?”

“When we were in high school, there was one time when Shaobin wore a slightly flowery shirt. The girl he had a crush on casually said he looked good in that shirt, and from then on, he always felt he looked better in flowery and brighter colours,” Song Chuyi recounted carefully as he answered.

“No way.” Changqing couldn’t believe this was the reason. “What is that girl’s taste?”

Song Chuyi pondered for a while more. “That girl had bad taste indeed.”

“Then why would Shaobin have a crush on her?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes, a boy likes a girl because of a sudden rush of excitement,” he said thoughtfully.

Changqing was unsatisfied with his answer and said while pouting, “You sound so professional; have you also had a rush of excitement for some woman during high school?”

“I wonder who was the one who had a crush on Fu Yu for so many years.” Song Chuyi stroked her head. “Go to sleep quickly. It’s very late, and I still have to go to work tomorrow.”

“I feel that you’re trying to evade my question,” Changqing grumbled softly and blurted out, “Don’t tell me it’s the owner of the necklace.”

“What owner of the necklace?” Song Chuyi was shocked and his gaze constricted.

“I saw an old necklace in your pocket last time.” Changqing felt wronged after saying that. However, she didn’t want to reveal it. “It’s okay, you can just tell me. Like you said, I’ve also liked Fu Yu. Who doesn’t have a past? You’re 29. I don’t have hopes that Guan Ying was your only ex-girlfriend.”