One and Only: Doting CEO's Infinite Love

Chapter 609 - 607: Even the Strongest Love Cannot Overcome the Seven-Year Itch

Xiao Jiuru understands Xiao Jinghuai’s personality; as long as he doesn’t want to talk about something, no one can get any clues from him—But that’s with others; he, Xiao Jiuru, at least got a very vague piece of information.

"She doesn’t mind, but—"

Xiao Jinghuai only said half of it, meaning the second half was the key point, also the key to him and Xiao Xiao being able to break through all barriers to be together.

...

After Xiao Jiuru left, Song Song, who had been secretly observing the situation in the living room, came out, put her hands behind her back, and sat down beside the man with a smile.

"Grandpa Xiao still cares so much about your lifelong matters, but that’s understandable; which elder wouldn’t care?"

Saying this, she picked up the stack of photos on the table and said with a smile, "How about I help you choose?"

"I would be honored—" Xiao Jinghuai didn’t refuse, even cheekily saying, "Choose seriously; I’m planning to ask them out to dinner. If they’re not pleasing to the eye, it would affect my appetite."

Song Song was just joking, not expecting him to be so serious. Suddenly, her heart felt heavily congested, but she didn’t want to show it in front of him, making him think she wasn’t generous enough.

She randomly pulled out one, a woman wearing a white dress, her long black hair cascading down, smiling, her eyes seemingly able to speak, particularly expressive.

Song Song liked her at first glance and put the photo in front of the man, "Here, this one is nice, particularly graceful and ladylike, should be your type."

"No, her mouth is too big; I like small cherry lips."

Song Song: "..."

She didn’t expect him to have this taste.

Since he didn’t like it, she couldn’t force it; Song Song started choosing again. The second one she pulled out was a stunning beauty, her lips, nose, eyes, cheeks, chin—

Even as a woman, Song Song almost fell for her. Such looks should belong in a painting, so ethereal and unworldly beautiful.

"How about this one! You men would definitely like her. Heck, even I feel like keeping her for myself."

Xiao Jinghuai only glanced indifferently, "Hmm, does look not bad indeed."

Song Song’s heart tightened, wishing she could scratch him—

Then the man suddenly said, "But she looks like she’s had work done; I prefer original."

"Uh, really?" Song Song pulled the photo back, looking at it up close and from afar, "No! I think it looks quite natural."

"Continue—"

The man issued another order.

Hearing his voice, Song Song instinctively pulled out another one. This girl looked very young, seemingly just reaching adulthood, with an innocent face, pink-white cheeks, round black eyes, and a care-free smile, very endearing, "How about this one? Seems like she’s not scheming, a natural ditz."

Xiao Jinghuai glanced at it and was about to look away when he turned back, took the photo, and started examining it carefully, "Hmm, quite nice indeed—"

"..." Song Song ground her teeth in frustration, seeing he seemed to genuinely like it, "Do you really like her?"

"Can’t I like her?" The man’s eyes were clear as he asked back.

Confronted with his serious expression, Song Song felt a bit deflated. She threw all the photos on the table and sat on the sofa, saying somewhat sulkily, "Fine! Then bring her out for a date; maybe you’ll really hit it off, and Grandpa Xiao will be very happy."

"Hmm, true—" Xiao Jinghuai put the photo back on the table.

Hearing this, Song Song began to feel sad, thinking they were really divorced; otherwise, he wouldn’t be planning to marry again.

What was this?

Moments ago, he told her not to worry, that he would handle things, and not to worry about her great grandfather’s side; as long as he was sincere, they could overcome anything.

But now he wanted...

Indeed, a man’s words cannot be fully trusted.

Song Song didn’t want to stay by his side anymore; she got up from the sofa, determined to leave—

"Wait, where are you going?"

"Where else, of course I’ll sensibly leave," Song Song spoke with her back to him, "Unless I wait for someone else to chase me out, I still have this bit of self-awareness."

"Who wants to chase you away?" Xiao Jinghuai was just joking with her and didn’t expect her to take it seriously.

And she was completely unbothered about leaving and giving up the position of Mrs. Xiao—

Any other woman would cry, make a scene, and throw a fit upon hearing her husband entertain such thoughts.

But she was surprisingly open-minded, making it incomprehensible.

"Of course it’s..." She didn’t even know who it was but instinctively wanted to leave.

At this moment, Song Song felt a pair of hands around her waist, then sensed his chin resting on her shoulder, his sighing voice in her ear—

"When will you care a little about me? If any woman wants to challenge you, you should drive them all away with fanfare. Song Song, sometimes jealousy isn’t a bad thing; at least I enjoy seeing you jealous because of me."

Song Song’s mind exploded, and she finally realized he was teasing her again.

It seemed he often teased her, but each time she foolishly believed him.

She wanted to get angry at him, but her heart had long melted into a puddle, with no fire left to express. Turning around, she flung herself into his embrace.

She breathed in his clean, pleasant scent, tightly clutching his clothes, listening to the strong heartbeat, "Do you know how bad you are?"

"I probably know."

"No, you don’t." Song Song suddenly felt her eyes sting with tears, "If you really knew, you wouldn’t tease me like this every time. I... feel not good enough, scared you’ll fall for someone else. People say even the strongest love can’t withstand the seven-year itch; I’m afraid we... mmhmm..."

This time, the man cupped her face without hesitation and leaned down to kiss her—

This silly girl, what could he do to make her stop being so anxious!

Must he really take out his heart for her to see?

Song Song didn’t expect the man to suddenly kiss her; even so, it couldn’t fill the pain and guilt inside her.

They were supposed to have a child, a child that belonged to them, maybe a boy, maybe a girl.

Could have looked a lot like him, inheriting his intelligence and being very smart.

Just because she wasn’t careful enough, now it was gone.

The child, less than three months old, ended up just as a pool of blood slowly flowing out from her belly.

As he kissed her, Xiao Jinghuai suddenly tasted something salty. He paused to look at her...

"Why are you crying?"

"With a man’s face crying so much, it’s really... a bit awkward; can you stop crying, please?"

He wiped her tears, the more he wiped, the more his eyebrows furrowed, "Your face’s makeup is really waterproof; what is this... um..."

Her lips suddenly met his, swallowing all his remaining words.

In an instant, she was so passionate it was hard to withstand.