My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ 101. Chapter 100. She got him pregnant with her seed.

Chapter 100: She Got Him Pregnant

Cheng Qingzhi's face appeared gentle, but in reality, he was furious to the point of exploding. This shameless little vixen took advantage of his wife. Even if his Songer wanted to keep a concubine, she wouldn't choose someone from the brothel like this.

"Not getting angry is good," Cheng Songer said, relieved, as she let go of his hand and focused on eating.

Cheng Qingzhi's eyes flickered as he discreetly loosened a tie while she wasn't paying attention. The opening of his collar was wider than before, revealing his collarbone clearly. The warm orange glow of the night lights created an ambiguous atmosphere, as if everything was covered in a layer of subtle stickiness.

Cheng Songer raised her head while picking up food and noticed the exposed skin at his collar. It seemed as if a soft light filter had been applied, making his skin flawless without any flaws.

"Cough," Cheng Songer cleared her throat and swallowed, then coughed softly. "Aren't you cold wearing so little?"

Cheng Qingzhi smiled faintly and said, "I was just cooking in the kitchen, and it was hot inside. I didn't feel cold. By the way, Songer, there's still some rice wine left from the hot pot we made earlier. It will go bad if we don't drink it."

"Really?" Cheng Songer bit her chopsticks. "Then I'll go get it and drink some. Would you like some too?"

Cheng Qingzhi nodded, biting his lip. "Hmm, but I can't handle alcohol well. I get drunk after just a few sips."

"It doesn't matter tonight," Cheng Songer said indifferently.

Now, only the two of them were left in the courtyard, unlike before when they felt constrained. It was as if they had returned to the old house.

Cheng Songer went to the kitchen and brought back rice wine, pouring a cup for him and herself. The rice wine had a low alcohol content and a hint of sweetness, with only a slight aroma of alcohol. It was fragrant and mellow.

Cheng Songer tilted her head back and drank the rice wine, and the translucent liquid flowed from the corner of her mouth, following the graceful curve of her slender neck and seeping into the collar.

Cheng Qingzhi's eyes were dark and fiery. He couldn't wait to swallow the wine before it was finished.

Cheng Songer wiped the corner of her mouth and smiled at him. "Why aren't you drinking? Can't you handle it?"

Cheng Qingzhi shook his head, hastily drinking it all, but choked because he was too hasty, spilling the wine all over himself.

"Slow down, slow down!" Cheng Songer laughed while holding his wrist, taking the cup from his hand and placing it down. She used a handkerchief to wipe the wine stain on his collar.

A faint scent of alcohol lingered between them, and the already dim lights became even more ambiguous, as if covered in a thin veil of mist. Cheng Qingzhi skillfully wrapped his arms around her waist, gently stroking her long hair in front of her chest, his gaze as mesmerizing as moonlight.

Cheng Songer's breathing paused, her thoughts in disarray.

Cheng Qingzhi lowered his head and buried his face in her neck, his heavy and deep breaths spraying onto her body, the strong scent of alcohol quickly evaporating around them. "You're drunk. . . hmm. . ."

Before Cheng Songer could finish speaking, Cheng Qingzhi abruptly interrupted her. He traced the residual wine stains on her neck with his tongue, like a snake flicking its tongue, causing her whole body to tremble. She reached out and embraced his weak and fragile waist, as delicate as a tender sprout that could be easily snapped with a little force.