A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 409: Your Affection Makes Me Sick

Chapter 409: Chapter 409: Your Affection Makes Me Sick

Hearing this, Qi Yunqian’s face instantly became even uglier and colder; his eyes, looking at Song Shiwei, gleamed with a faint crimson, and his heart seethed with towering rage.

No matter what he did, she still wanted to escape from him!

She still wanted to leave him! To throw herself into the arms of another man!

Qi Yunqian breathed heavily, his face grim as he closed the door and silently strode toward Song Shiwei.

Song Shiwei’s brows furrowed tightly, and she stepped back, but Qi Yunqian grabbed her wrist.

He almost rudely lifted her by the waist, disregarding Song Shiwei’s struggle, and carried her to the study’s resting room, throwing her onto the bed.

Song Shiwei, hurt by his nearly brutal actions, clenched her teeth and kicked at Qi Yunqian: "Qi Yunqian! Do you realize that coercion is illegal? Believe it or not, I will sue you!"

"Suit yourself," Qi Yunqian murmured, his thin lips uttering these two words. He grabbed her ankle with a large hand, pulling her beneath him and trapping her completely, then kissed her fiercely.

Song Shiwei furrowed her brow and struggled desperately, her fists pounding against Qi Yunqian’s shoulders.

But no matter how hard she hit, Qi Yunqian’s tall frame remained immovable, and he kissed her even deeper, more forcefully.

Qi Yunqian’s eyes were fierce, merciless.

He had only one thought in his mind now.

To make Song Shiwei bear his child; as long as she carried his child, she would never leave his side again.

Thinking of a child, resembling both of them, growing inside Song Shiwei’s belly, Qi Yunqian trembled all over and a fine thread of sweetness surged in his heart.

Qi Yunqian rubbed Song Shiwei’s sensitive waist with force, his thin lips rolling over her soft lips, savoring the sweet fragrant breath from her body...

Song Shiwei couldn’t control her body’s physiological response, melting like water beneath him.

She seemed to be moved by his kisses as well, involuntarily tilting her head back in response.

This brought a secret pleasure to Qi Yunqian’s heart.

She still has feelings for him, right?

Pleased by her response, his hand on her waist loosened slightly.

A dark gleam flickered in Song Shiwei’s half-closed eyes, and she quickly created distance between them, grabbing the ashtray from the nightstand.

Without hesitation, she smashed it hard against Qi Yunqian’s head.

Die!

The moment she moved, Qi Yunqian had already sensed her intention.

He reacted extremely quickly, raising his hand to block; the ashtray, made of high-quality glass, hit his arm heavily.

Qi Yunqian’s ashtray was made of top-quality glass, attractive but fragile.

With that smash,

With a "bang," the glass ashtray instantly shattered.

Qi Yunqian’s expression shifted slightly, and he instinctively raised his hand to protect Song Shiwei’s face.

The flying glass shards landed on his body; his arms, face, and body were slashed open, with blood slowly seeping out of the wounds.

The bed was also scattered with many glass fragments.

As if unable to feel the pain on his body, Qi Yunqian moved the hand that had been shielding Song Shiwei’s face and got down from the bed silently, deftly lifting Song Shiwei by the waist and moving her away from the glass-strewn bed.

Qi Yunqian placed Song Shiwei on a large chair and looked at her deeply with dark eyes, "Are you hurt?"

Song Shiwei scoffed, adjusting the clothes that Qi Yunqian had pulled open, her gaze icy: "Don’t pretend to care."

"Qi Yunqian, if you don’t let me go, next time, I will still aim for your head."

Qi Yunqian’s eyes surged with emotion, his hand falling to his side clenched into a fist. The tiny glass pieces embedded deeply into his flesh as he moved, blood dripping drop by drop, yet he was completely unaware.

He stared intently at Song Shiwei, his voice hoarse: "Do you hate me that much?"

"Yes!" Song Shiwei nodded without hesitation.

There was deep malice in her gaze as she looked at him, "I wish you would die right now."

Qi Yunqian, however, laughed, his eyebrows roiling with anger and maliciousness.

"Then you might as well hate me a bit more."

Qi Yunqian stepped forward and trapped Song Shiwei tightly in the chair, extending his bloody, hot hand and forcefully gripping her soft waist, "Or, letting me die on you would also be worth it."

No matter what, don’t even think about leaving him.

After he spoke, Qi Yunqian’s well-defined fingers began to undo Song Shiwei’s clothes, and he looked down at her and laughed softly, "My hand is injured, it seems this time, you’ll have to do the work."

"Bastard!" Song Shiwei, furious to the point of steaming, raised her hand to slap Qi Yunqian, only for him to deftly catch it.

He even brought it to his lips and delicately kissed the back of her hand.

The itching sensation it brought made Song Shiwei struggle even harder.

Even though Qi Yunqian was injured, his strength was still greater than Song Shiwei’s, and he easily trapped her.

Song Shiwei was both angry and disgusted, feeling nauseous as she looked into Qi Yunqian’s affectionate eyes.

Eventually, she couldn’t hold it back and outright vomited on Qi Yunqian with a retch.

Since she hadn’t eaten much today, only a little sour water came up.

Acidic and foul, it drenched Qi Yunqian completely.

Qi Yunqian’s actions froze immediately, his face turning ashen.

Not caring at all, Song Shiwei wiped the corner of her mouth and looked at him with a laugh, "I’m sorry, seeing your pretentious display of affection, I was so disgusted I just had to throw up."

Veins bulged on Qi Yunqian’s forehead, his eyes flickering with fire.

Song Shiwei, composed, asked, "Are you going to continue? I can’t guarantee that I won’t feel nauseous halfway through and vomit all over you again."

Sarcasm tinged Song Shiwei’s eyes.

She didn’t believe that Qi Yunqian, with his germophobia, could really continue with her.

Qi Yunqian closed his eyes momentarily and eventually released Song Shiwei’s waist, standing up straight, "I’ll ask Aunt Sun to make you something to eat."

He was indeed a germophobe, but he was more concerned that Song Shiwei had vomited only clear water.

He guessed that she hadn’t eaten today.

Moreover, his heart was also made of flesh; Song Shiwei’s reaction felt like a stab to his heart, leaving him bleeding and somewhat unsteady.

After saying this, Qi Yunqian didn’t speak to Song Shiwei, turning and leaving the study.

Only after his figure had disappeared did Song Shiwei’s tensed body somewhat relax.

She smelled the acidic stench coming off her body and couldn’t help but frown.

Song Shiwei never mistreated herself, she stood up wanting to go back to her room to take a shower.

Before leaving, her gaze fell on an antique short dagger placed on the bookshelf.

Qi Yunqian probably bought it for his collection.

After a few seconds of reflection, Song Shiwei stepped forward, took the short dagger down, and tucked it into her bosom to take with her.

Qi Yunqian was very cautious with her. It was nearly impossible to find things like fruit knives in the villa, and the glass from the cigarette ashtray was shattered thoroughly, which she couldn’t take.

This short dagger, just solved her pressing need.

Song Shiwei stood at the corridor of the study, turning her head and deeply looked toward the direction of Qi Yunqian’s room.

This time, she must make Qi Yunqian let her go.