Chapter 40: Fiancé is Improper

Song Yiyi glanced at the bite mark on the tiger’s mouth of Cen Yue’s right hand and stayed silent for two seconds. She leaned closer to Cen Yue and whispered just loud enough for the two of them to hear, “Commander, did you poison the beef?”

Cen Yue chuckled softly at her words. He didn’t answer her question but picked up the piece of beef with his chopsticks and ate it.

Song Yiyi: “…….”
She realized this guy had no sense of boundaries. Outwardly serious, but inwardly, who knew?

The dishes had been ordered earlier by Cen’s mother—too much food for them to finish. When they left, Cai Mengjun packed what could be taken away in oil paper. Two roast chickens were ordered, and three plates of beef. Most of the dishes were heavy meat dishes.

Gu Chengze and Song Minghui had both drunk quite a bit. Gu Chengze could still walk on his own and didn’t say anything out of line. Song Minghui seemed like a completely different person. Cai Mengjun helped him stand up, and when he saw Song Yiyi, he began to cry. While crying, he tried to come closer to her, opening his arms, “My good daughter, come here, let Dad see how you’ve grown so big.”

Song Yiyi dodged disdainfully to the side.

Song Minghui’s steps were unsteady, and he kept gesturing to Cai Mengjun, who supported him, “Back then, when Yiyi was born, she was so tiny—I worried so much about how to raise her! She was so pitiful, so skinny there was no meat on her body, lying there like a little monkey, covered in fur and shedding skin, really ugly…”

If it weren’t for his flushed face and his stumbling, Song Yiyi would have suspected he was pretending to be drunk. Why else would he reveal such embarrassing family secrets?

Cai Mengjun quickly covered Song Minghui’s mouth and softened her tone, coaxing, “Alright, alright, the child’s here, let’s go home now.”

Song Yiyi pinched her nose and went to Song Minghui, reaching into his jacket pocket and rummaging around.

Cai Mengjun asked, “Yiyi, what are you looking for?”

“Money,” Song Yiyi said, pulling out everything from Song Minghui’s pocket: a wad of cash and a piece of paper. “I need to pay the bill.”

She decisively took all the money from Song Minghui.

Cai Mengjun slapped her forehead, “Right, I’ll pay, you watch your dad.”

Before she put Song Minghui down, Cen Yue, who was supporting Gu Chengze, spoke up: “No need, I’ve already paid.”

Song Yiyi gave Cen Yue a surprised look.

Cai Mengjun hurriedly took money from her pocket, “That won’t do, how much is it? Auntie will give you.”

Cen Yue smirked slightly, “I’ll get it back from Cen Bowen later; he should be the one paying.”

Still, Cai Mengjun pressed money into Cen Yue’s hand.

Cen Yue didn’t argue, instead replying, “Auntie, I’m driving. Let me help support Uncle and Chengze to the car.”

As they prepared to leave, Song Yiyi bent down and pulled a large suitcase from under the table.

The only two clear-headed people immediately looked at her.

Straightening up, Song Yiyi took a breath and said, “Mom, why don’t you go back first? I’ll take the suitcase. That way, later the Cen family won’t accuse us of stealing their money.”

She kept calling them “the Cen family,” completely forgetting that one Cen family member was right in front of her.

Cai Mengjun hesitated, “Why don’t we let Aruo (Cen Yue) send your dad and brother back, and I’ll accompany you? I don’t trust you to go alone.”

After all the chaos just now, who knew what trouble Cen’s mother might cause next.

“Let’s go together,” Cen Yue spoke up at the right moment. “I know which room they’re in.”

Cai Mengjun thought about it and agreed it was better that way. After all, Cen Yue was a political commissar; with his witness, taking the suitcase back wouldn’t get twisted. It wasn’t paranoia—Cai Mengjun knew well what kind of person Cen’s mother was, having once lived in the compound herself.

This was exactly what Song Yiyi wanted—having a military commissar’s witness meant she would have to act even more convincingly later.

The jeep stopped at the front of the guesthouse. Cai Mengjun stayed in the car to care for the two drunk men, while Cen Yue carried the suitcase and accompanied Song Yiyi upstairs.

With Cen Yue there, the guesthouse staff didn’t just not block their way, they enthusiastically led the way.

“Commander, this way upstairs,” said a young man at the reception, bowing slightly and smiling broadly.

Cen Yue asked, “Is there anyone in the room?”

The young man quickly replied, “Yes, yes, the son and daughter-in-law are both inside. They probably just finished eating.”

Hearing this, Cen Yue’s face remained calm, showing no special reaction.

Song Yiyi, on the other hand, excitedly took a couple of quick steps forward, “Daughter-in-law? She’s his son’s good buddy! I’m his ex-fiancée.”

Her explanation sounded very strange.

The young man laughed awkwardly, “Ah, my bad, wrong person. I just thought it was strange how the lame daughter-in-law was running around without even telling the room number. So she’s just a woman chasing after him! Should’ve asked for more money.”

Song Yiyi waved her hand, “Not wrong at all. Maybe soon she’ll rise up.”

Her voice carried some excitement.

Cen Yue slowly swept his gaze over her.

Song Yiyi forced herself to stay calm and flattered, making a “please” gesture, “Commander, you first.”

The three reached a room at the very end of the second floor.

The young man saw the door was open and, thinking they were eating inside, pushed the door open with a flattering smile and called out inside, “Big sister, Commander…”

When he saw the scene inside, his voice cut off abruptly, and his mouth dropped open in shock, forgetting to close the door.

Inside the room were only Kang Ying and Cen Bowen.

They sat on the bed; Cen Bowen had one arm around Kang Ying’s waist, leaning down to kiss her neck.

Kang Ying’s eyes were closed, and her crutch fell to the ground.

“Ah! What are you doing?!” Song Yiyi suddenly screamed, startling the young man nearby. Her shout was loud. Soon, people from surrounding rooms began to come out, and some kind-hearted ones asked, “What’s going on? Is there a fire?”

The crowd of onlookers gradually grew. Cen Bowen and Kang Ying also realized what was happening. Cen Bowen stood up and was about to close the door, but Cen Yue stopped him with a hand.

Song Yiyi began crying suddenly, “Cen Bowen, I don’t understand why you insist on breaking off the engagement with me and insist on defending another woman at our engagement party. So, so you two have been involved all along!”

“Wuwu, and here I was thinking about giving you money. You say I’m being unreasonable, so I seriously reflected on my own problems. Wuwu, it was all just your excuse!”

Her crying aroused everyone’s curiosity. Those close enough stretched their necks to look at the disheveled couple inside. The man’s face was red, and the woman had red marks on her neck. There was no need to guess what had happened.

“Comrade, don’t cry. If there’s something wrong, say it, and we’ll help you get justice.”

“Isn’t it obvious? This woman’s fiancé is unfaithful, even bringing another woman to the guesthouse!”

“Disgraceful! And in broad daylight! How does the guesthouse manage things? How did they even get in?”

This was a military district guesthouse, where ordinary people couldn’t just enter. Instantly, all eyes turned toward the young man at the guesthouse front desk.