My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ 75. Chapter 74. Qingguan, Qingguan

Chapter 74: Qingguan, Qingguan

Cheng Qingzhi shook his head, "No."

"What's wrong then? Or is it that you don't like this child?" Cheng Songer was somewhat puzzled.

She had always understood Cheng Qingzhi's fickle nature, but this time she truly didn't understand the reason behind his sudden low mood.

Looking at Songzhi's cold gaze, fortunately, he wasn't as cruel-hearted as Lin Yuxiu, who would find ways to torment anyone he didn't like.

He didn't mistreat Songzhi, but his attitude had always been indifferent.

She held his hand and gently wiped the oil stains off the back of his hand with her fingertips, her soft tone carrying a tender affection, "Qingzhi, don't keep anything in your heart, tell me, I won't get angry."

Cheng Qingzhi took a deep breath, his eyelashes trembling as he tentatively sought confirmation, "Really?"

Cheng Songer nodded, "Hmm."

Cheng Qingzhi held her hand back, his slender fingers tightly gripping one of her fingers, "If I tell you, don't blame me for being jealous, possessive, and petty, okay?"

Saying this, Cheng Songer instantly understood everything.

She embraced his waist, a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes, "Do you think I would like a little child? Qingzhi, I don't have that disgusting fetish."

Cheng Qingzhi's carefully hidden dark thoughts were shattered by Cheng Songer's words, exposed under the scorching sunlight, leaving him feeling ashamed and unable to hide.

". . . I'm sorry, I didn't think of you that way, I just. . ." He forcefully lowered his head, his thin shoulders trembling in the autumn wind.

He was just too self-deprecating, too hopeless. The lowly heart pierced him like shards of glass, penetrating deep into his bones, each beat feeling like a painful cut.

Even though he was surrounded by happiness, he always feared that in the next moment, everything he cherished would be taken away.

He didn't want to become a madman, baring his teeth at every man he saw.

But jealousy is irrational.

It came fiercely, ruthlessly destroying his already weak reason, turning him from a person into a mad dog.

"I'm sorry. . . I'm sorry. . ." His voice trembled with fear.

"I understand, it's okay." Cheng Songer gently embraced him, her soft voice soothing him like a loving owner comforting a puppy, calming his raised fur.

Her hand gently patted his back, like the gentle waves washing the beach on a midsummer night, carrying the fragrance of phoenix trees that enveloped him, causing him to be deeply immersed and willingly surrender.

Cheng Qingzhi leaned affectionately in her embrace, relying on this gentle strength to pull himself back from the edge of madness.

"But you can't get jealous for no reason like this anymore, otherwise I will really get angry. Although I am a woman, I don't like every man." Her words were slightly admonishing, but her tone was gentle to the core.

Cheng Qingzhi's body trembled, holding her tighter in his arms. "I know, I will change."

Indeed, the greatest fault of a man, besides being unable to bear children, is jealousy.

He nervously curled his fingers, his clean and transparent nails almost cracking under extreme pressure.

"Really?" Cheng Songer pinched his face.