Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
When she saw the hint of a smile on his face, she sighed under her breath. Then she raised her head up with a giggle and said obediently,
Dad, you’re still recovering. Come, let’s go in; it’ll be better for your health.
You’re the main reason my health is bad!
Song Menghwa berated Song Qingchun, but there was a joking tone in his words. With Song Qingchun holding his arm, they slowly turned to walk back into the house.
Just as Song Qingchun was ready to make her escape, Song Menghwa suddenly turned to look at her neck area, and the smile on his face froze instantly.
Dad?
Song Qingchun did not notice the look on his face, and she was merely curious because he had stopped moving.
When she finally saw the severe expression on Song Menghwa’s face, Song Qingchun’s heart dropped, and she unconsciously followed her father’s gaze that landed slightly above her chest.
She was wearing a dress with a low-cut Peter Pan collar. Normally, she would wear the dress with the collar right under her collarbone, but since her neck and collarbone were filled with the signs of Su Zhinian’s kisses, she purposely pulled the zipper up to her neck.
When she was playing cute with Song Menghwa earlier, the zipper probably loosened, and the whole swath of skin with traces of his kisses was exposed to Song Menghwa.
Song Qingchun’s body froze, and she subconsciously dropped Song Menghwa’s arm, took a step back, and zipped up her dress to the top. Then, like a child caught red-handed, she stood there with her head lowered.
The atmosphere at the door instantly turned severe and heavy.
His daughter had left the home in the middle of the night and had kept her phone off the whole day… Song Menghwa was not so dumb as to not understand the meaning of the kisses on his daughter’s neck and body.
Even though Song Menghwa was not that traditional to the point of forbidding sex before marriage, no father would be calm in that situation.
Song Menghwa knew Song Qingchun was sweating bullets, but after processing everything in his mind, he said,
Qingchun, tell your father who this person is.
Of course, Song Qingchun knew what her father was asking about. Song Qingchun gripped her fists tightly because she did not know how to answer.
Song Menghwa had pampered her dearly since she was a child; if he knew she had slept with a guy, he would definitely track that person down and force him to take responsibility. But Su Zhinian… had stated his intention when he bought her that box of morning-after pills.
If Song Menghwa dragged Su Zhinian out to answer for what he did, she really could not tell what would happen…
Song Menghwa realized Song Qingchun had remained silent for a long time. His brows were deeply furrowed when he repeated the question.
Qingchun, who is this person?
Song Qingchun bit on her lips and still did not know how to answer. The atmosphere turned more heavy and severe.
Just as Song Menghwa was going to blow his top off, the sound of footsteps came from the gate.
Song Menghwa turned his head to the footsteps, and when he saw it was Qin Yinan, he was startled before asking,
Yinan? Why are you here so late at night?’
Before Qin Yinan could answer, something settled in his mind, and he asked more sternly,
Yinan, was it you who sent Qingchun home?
