My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ 90. Chapter 89. Wanting to stay, wanting to stay.

Chapter 89. Want to stay, want to stay.

No wonder when Cheng Songer refused to sell Cheng Qingzhi, the old madam was so heartbroken.

It's no wonder that Cheng Songer has now embraced her promiscuous nature. The young master at home is even more delicate than the young servant, and he has more charm than the young servant. Naturally, she looks down on the withered flowers and fallen willows in the Yihong Pavilion.

But for some reason, looking at the scene of Cheng Qingzhi happily leaning against Cheng Songer, he found it extremely irritating. His fox-like eyes drooped, and the small medicine bottle he held in his hand felt particularly uncomfortable.

His gaze flickered and shifted to the wedding dress next to Cheng Qingzhi.

"Is this Qingzhi's wedding dress?" he reached out and touched it.

Cheng Qingzhi quickly pulled the wedding dress back just as his fingertips were about to touch it.

"Yeah, it's. . . not finished yet." Cheng Qingzhi smiled with lowered eyebrows and calmly folded the wedding dress.

The wedding dress is the most precious garment in a man's life, to be worn only once. He is extremely possessive and has a strong desire to own it. Every stitch and thread in this wedding dress is sewn with all his love. He doesn't even allow Xiaozhi to touch it, let alone Qin Liu.

Qin Liu's face couldn't hide his disappointment, and his smile seemed forced.

That red color was extremely dazzling in his eyes. It's just a wedding dress.

Apart from the slightly better satin, there is no decent embroidery on it, plain to the point of being shabby. Only a country bumpkin like Cheng Qingzhi would treat it as a treasure.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye twitched, and he smiled, "Well, there's not even a single embroidered flower on it. It's still a half-finished product. I guess Qingzhi is planning to embroider it slowly in the future. By the way, what kind of flowers do you plan to embroider? Peonies? Poppies? Or double lotus flowers?"

Cheng Qingzhi's smile froze slightly. He has never been good at embroidery. Even Lin Yuxiu used to mock him.

"I won't embroider anymore. I told Qingzhi that I don't want those fancy flowers. After all, the wedding dress is meant for me to look at. As long as I think it looks good, it's fine." Cheng Songer, in front of Qin Liu, hugged Cheng Qingzhi from behind, resting her chin gently on his shoulder, and smiled at Qin Liu.

Cheng Qingzhi lowered his eyebrows shyly.

Qin Liu's fox-like eyes flickered, and there was a hint of an unnoticed taste in his tone, "You really dote on your little husband."

"Of course, when you marry a husband, you have to pamper him well. Who wants to marry an enemy?" Cheng Songer replied.

This is something that every man loves to hear, but when it reached Qin Liu's ears, he couldn't help but feel bitter.

"You two are really loving, it's enviable," Qin Liu said dryly.

Other couples are exceptionally loving, while he is just an outsider.

Coming from a brothel, lowly and despicable, not to mention being a wife like Cheng Songer, even if he were lucky enough to marry someone, he would have to be submissive and not dare to show his face in front of others, afraid of encountering former clients and causing embarrassment to his wife.

Qin Liu used to envy the happiness of ordinary men, but now that he truly sees this happiness, he finds it glaring. The warmth shining on others becomes ice poured on him. The happier others are, the more unfortunate he feels.