Chapter 8 This Bastard
Song Xiaodong leaned closer to Miao Qingqing’s face, and Miao Qingqing, distressed, pushed against Song Xiaodong’s chest with both hands, angrily saying, "If you keep this up, I’ll have to call for help."
With a wicked smile, Song Xiaodong said, "Go ahead and shout. If it gets out that you, the Miao family’s Missy, are dating me here, it’ll be your reputation that suffers. I’m just a poor bastard, I have nothing to lose."
"You... get away from me!" Miao Qingqing suddenly lifted her leg and delivered a knee strike that she had already deployed.
Song Xiaodong reached down and grabbed Miao Qingqing’s leg, clamped both his legs around it, securing Miao Qingqing’s right leg. His hand then stroked her silk-stockinged beautiful leg a couple of times. With a smirk, he said, "This isn’t very nice of you, but these legs in silk stockings feel even smoother to the touch. I like it a lot."
Miao Qingqing, with feigned toughness, said, "You... let me go, otherwise you’ll be sorry."
Song Xiaodong’s face pressed down further while Miao Qingqing leaned back. Losing her balance, she lay back directly on the chair.
This position made Miao Qingqing feel utterly humiliated; it was as if she was presenting herself, waiting for Song Xiaodong, the bastard, to take advantage.
Song Xiaodong did not press down on her but looked down from above and said, "Miao Qingqing, I know it was you that day. You just want me to keep silent about this matter, don’t you? You don’t want me harassing you anymore, so as not to damage your image, right?"
"It’s not..."
"There’s no need for denial." Song Xiaodong cut off Miao Qingqing’s words, saying, "That night two years ago, though it left me with the most wonderful memories, I, Song Xiaodong, am not the kind to shamelessly cling on. So, rest assured, I won’t look for you again, nor will I mention that day. After all, I, Song Xiaodong, have been with so many girls over the years; one more or one less doesn’t make any difference to me."