Chapter 92: Extra · Even If We Met, We Wouldn't Recognize Each Other
Chen Qingshang was furious. Work was already busy enough, and her moronic boss had assigned her a series of stupid tasks that were driving her mad. To top it all off, her even more moronic brother had to go and make trouble for her.
"What? Chen Shouyi, what nonsense are you talking about? You want me to go on your blind date for you?" Chen Qingshang roared in the empty breakroom.
On the other end, Chen Shouyi meekly tried to sweet-talk her. "I have a last-minute work dinner today, I really can't get away."
"Cut the crap. You're just a junior section member, how can you be busier than a bureau chief?" Her brother had been pretentious since they were kids. He'd done well enough in his studies to become a civil servant, but he carried himself like a top official, inside and out. Chen Qingshang couldn't stand him.
Chen Shouyi pleaded and promised her a great many things before she finally agreed.
She hung up the phone, cursing Chen Shouyi under her breath as she brewed herself a cup of chrysanthemum tea. The afternoon was a chaotic blur of work, but she managed to finish everything just as the workday ended. She grabbed her bag and left immediately.
A colleague at the next desk asked in surprise, "Qingshang, leaving so early today?"
"Going on a blind date for my moronic older brother! Isn't that bizarre? Why not just have me marry the person for him too!"
The meeting spot was a Western restaurant with decent reviews. Chen Shouyi had promised to reimburse the meal, telling her to order whatever she wanted, so she certainly wasn't going to be polite. That woman was truly unlucky to have been set up with Chen Shouyi. Treating her to a meal as an apology was the right thing to do. She could just make a new friend.
"Good evening, how many in your party?"
"I have a reservation, under Mr. Chen Shouyi."
"Of course, this way please."
Rounding a decorative screen, Chen Qingshang saw the woman already waiting at the table. The woman happened to look up at her at that exact moment. She had a fresh, beautiful face and wore glasses that gave her a scholarly air—a very classy woman. The instant Chen Qingshang saw her face, she felt something strike her heart, heavy and dull, yet also filled with an immense joy. The complex emotion lasted only a moment before quickly subsiding. Chen Qingshang was puzzled for a second but didn't dwell on it. Mentally continuing her tirade against Chen Shouyi, she approached the table and spoke, "Excuse me, are you Dr. Song Qiong?"
"I am. And you are?" Song Qiong replied, confused.
Chen Qingshang sat down opposite her and hurriedly explained, "I'm Chen Shouyi's younger sister. He had an urgent matter come up today and couldn't make it. He was afraid you'd be waiting long, so he specifically asked me to come. I'm so sorry for wasting your time."
Song Qiong seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as well, shaking her head with a smile. "It's alright. I was actually going to make things clear with Mr. Chen anyway."
"What?"
"I'm not interested in men. I only came because my hospital director was so insistent," Song Qiong said politely to Chen Qingshang.
"Oh, perfect! I don't like men either. So, sister, what do you think of me?" The words flew out of Chen Qingshang's mouth faster than her brain could process them. Seeing Song Qiong's surprised expression, she realized what she'd said and quickly tried to recover. "No, I mean… it's perfect, we can be friends! Forget about that blockhead Chen Shouyi. What would you like to eat, sister? Let's order. It's on Chen Shouyi, so order whatever you want!"
Song Qiong watched her eagerly present the menu, and the thought of leaving suddenly vanished. She settled back into her seat and took the menu from Chen Qingshang.
Seeing that she didn't seem to mind, Chen Qingshang tentatively started a conversation. "What department are you in, sister?"
"Vascular surgery."
"That sounds really impressive." Chen Qingshang didn't understand it, but she was impressed nonetheless.
"And what do you do?" Song Qiong tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, propped her chin on her hand, and asked Chen Qingshang with great interest.
Damn it. Long, straight black hair, silver-rimmed glasses, a cool, mature woman, and a doctor. Every single detail hit Chen Qingshang right in the heart. Song Qiong's completely natural gesture was simply dazzling.
"Me? I'm just an internet grunt."
"IT?"
"Not exactly. The job title is new media operator, but it really means I do all sorts of odd jobs and get squeezed from all sides," she said self-deprecatingly.
"That sounds impressive too."
"Not at all… hahaha…"
The food arrived quickly and tasted excellent. The two of them chatted idly and found that they got along quite well.
"You like music too, sister?"
"I practiced the violin for a few years when I was little. After I started medical school, I got too busy and had to put it aside. Now I just listen occasionally."
"What a coincidence, I also studied the violin. Oh, right! I have two tickets to a symphony concert this weekend. I wonder if I might have the honor of inviting you, sister? The venue is… the orchestra performing is… and the conductor is…"
Song Qiong watched her chatter on, her eyes half-lidded as she smiled gently. After talking for a while, Chen Qingshang realized she'd been performing a one-woman show and stopped, embarrassed. She asked Song Qiong in a small voice, "What do you think, sister?"
"Alright. I'm not on duty this weekend, so I should be free." Song Qiong then saw Chen Qingshang light up with happiness again.
The meal was a delight for both host and guest—only Chen Shouyi's bank card suffered. They also exchanged contact information.
Song Qiong had never met anyone like her before. Lively, vibrant, and full of life, yet she also knew her boundaries and never made one feel uncomfortable. Chen Qingshang cleverly maintained a distance that was neither too far nor too close, slowly drawing nearer. By the time Song Qiong noticed, she had already carved out a significant space for herself in her life.
They attended several concerts together and often had dinner. Sometimes, she would come to pick Song Qiong up after a night shift. The conversation in their chat window grew longer and longer.
On this day, they had plans to attend another concert. The theme of the program was rather realistic and sorrowful. As they walked out of the concert hall, the heart-shaking sense of compassion seemed to still linger around them. Both had led relatively smooth lives, but they felt as if they could empathize with the grief and pain of being toyed with by fate. Neither of them spoke, standing at the entrance for a while. A cool breeze rustled the leaves. Suddenly, Chen Qingshang said to her, "Shall we go experience another world?"
"What is it?" Song Qiong couldn't follow her train of thought.
"Let's go, let's go!" Chen Qingshang pulled her along without taking no for an answer, her laughter echoing in the night.
Chen Qingshang took her to a bar. If the concert just now was highbrow elegance, this place couldn't be more down-to-earth. The deafening drumbeat made one's heart pound in sync. Chen Qingshang ordered her a drink. It was delicious, but alcohol numbs the brain, makes one dizzy, and causes one to lose their inhibitions. Amidst the noisy crowd, in the chaotic frenzy of dancing bodies, Song Qiong kissed Chen Qingshang.
It was an extremely light and faint kiss, just a touch of lips, like a gentle breeze brushing past, gone in an instant.
Chen Qingshang froze. The crowd around them was still laughing and making noise, but Chen Qingshang could no longer see anyone else. They gazed at each other quietly amidst the clamor. Her mind went blank. Acting on instinct, Chen Qingshang reached out, grabbed Song Qiong's shoulders, pulled her closer, and pressed her own kiss firmly against her lips. This time, it was no longer a mere taste. They embraced passionately, their fierce kiss tinged with the faint taste of alcohol, making both of them light-headed.
With a tacit understanding, they left the bar and found a nearby hotel. The moment they entered the room, they were kissing again, a spark igniting a wildfire. Chen Qingshang pushed Song Qiong back onto the bed. Their lips were locked together, inseparable for even a moment, while their hands and feet stripped each other's clothes clean off. Finally, their two naked bodies pressed together. The touch of skin on skin, smooth and moist, brought them back to their senses a little.
Song Qiong pushed gently at her shoulder. "You reek of alcohol. Aren't you going to wash up?"
"Together?" Chen Qingshang invited. Song Qiong agreed. Chen Qingshang got up and extended a hand to pull Song Qiong to her feet. They entered the bathroom, pressed against each other once more.
Hot water rained down, raising a thick cloud of steam. The warm water washed over their bodies, yet it only made the fire within them burn hotter. They lathered each other with shower gel, gently massaged the foam into each other's hair, and then held each other as they rinsed off under the stream. Hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring every inch. Song Qiong was the first to lose her patience. She suddenly pressed Chen Qingshang against the tiled wall. In front was the warm water and Song Qiong's scorching kisses; behind was the cold wall. Chen Qingshang let out a hum before Song Qiong quickly pulled her back into her arms. They embraced and kissed in the steam. The mist from the hot water blurred their vision, but they could clearly sense each other's presence. Song Qiong had her turn around, making her lean against the wall, and then held her from behind, her hand snaking around the front to press against her clitoris.
Those hands were long and slender, a surgeon's hands, nimble and strong. With just a few strokes, she had Chen Qingshang panting softly. Soon, Chen Qingshang's body tensed. Song Qiong felt the change and held her closer, the movements of her fingertips quickening.
Between pants, Chen Qingshang managed to say, "Sister… the first time I saw you, I thought your hands were beautiful…"
"Is that so?" Song Qiong's hand didn't stop, urging her toward the peak.
"Ah… I wanted to try them out back then…"
"So you were thinking about how to get fucked by me during our very first meal?"
"Ah… not just about being fucked by you, but about fucking you too…"
Song Qiong liked her honesty. She quickened her pace, sending her over the edge. "Ah, ah…" Chen Qingshang made no effort to hide her pleasure, her cries making Song Qiong want to continue. But they had been under the water for a long time. She restrained her impulse, grabbed a bath towel, and first dried the water droplets from Chen Qingshang's body before drying herself.
Chen Qingshang leaned against the sink, panting lightly, watching her raise her arms to dry her own hair, her beautiful curves on full display. Her gaze was utterly naked, filled with a deep desire, like the heavy clouds that press down before a storm.
Song Qiong didn't want to continue in the bathroom. She held her by her rounded shoulders, had her turn around to face the mirror with her back to her, and then turned on the hairdryer to dry her hair. Chen Qingshang couldn't see her, but she could feel her hot breath on her shoulder. She reached out, took a tissue, and wiped the steam from the mirror, revealing their naked, overlapping figures. She heard Song Qiong's breathing hitch.
A delighted smile touched her lips. She took the hairdryer from Song Qiong and they switched places. Her hair was mostly dry. Returning the favor, she began to dry Song Qiong's hair.
The hum of the hairdryer was loud, but it couldn't conceal the pounding of their hearts. Song Qiong looked at their reflection in the mirror. Though it was the first time they had seen each other so bare, their actions were so intimate and natural it was as if they had lived together like this for countless years. They were two completely different people, yet at this moment, they seemed to fit together perfectly.
The sound of the hairdryer stopped.
Chen Qingshang eagerly pushed her out of the bathroom. Song Qiong leaned against the headboard and watched as Chen Qingshang took a pink box from her bag, tore off the packaging, and tossed it onto the bed. The small pink object traced a graceful parabola through the air.
It was a box of finger cots. Song Qiong raised an eyebrow. "You always keep these in your bag?"
Chen Qingshang wiped her hands and walked over, pouncing on her with a light laugh. "I started carrying them ever since I met you, sister. Because I never knew when an impulse might strike and I'd want to spend a night of passion with you…"
They began to kiss, two similar bodies entwined. One moment Chen Qingshang was on top, the next it was Song Qiong. Thankfully, the bed was large enough for them to roll around on.
When their lips parted, both were covered in sweat, panting. Chen Qingshang lay beneath Song Qiong, looking up at the woman propped above her, her chest heaving. On a whim, she hooked her arms around her shoulders and back, pressing her lips to hers and actively deepening the kiss. Song Qiong's mind exploded. Her tongue moved in her mouth, somewhat rough, making Chen Qingshang whimper and lightly pound her shoulder. So she left that red mouth, and a dense shower of kisses fell upon her neck, her collarbones, her breasts, her abdomen, roving down and then up again, making Chen Qingshang tremble with every touch.
She parted her legs to clamp around Song Qiong's thigh, lifting her lower body to rub the soft flesh between her legs against her, an unmistakable invitation. Song Qiong understood the unspoken request. She propped herself up, unwrapped a finger cot, and quickly put it on. Her hand moved down, rubbing the sensitive clitoris a couple of times, drawing a gasp from Chen Qingshang. It had been stimulated not long ago and was still sensitive. Chen Qingshang couldn't take it, arching her hips to let Song Qiong's fingers slide down. Below, she was already incredibly wet. The moment Song Qiong's fingertips touched the entrance, they were invited in by the sucking soft flesh. Song Qiong kissed her, slowly sinking her fingers inside as she wished.
Chen Qingshang let out a muffled groan and opened her legs, letting her in. When she touched herself, she only rubbed the outside; penetration didn't bring much pleasure. But this was different. She could clearly feel Song Qiong's presence, a part of her enveloped and absorbed by her own body. She felt full, but the fullness was satisfying. She adapted quickly, blushing as she moved her hips, signaling for Song Qiong to continue.
Song Qiong's fingertips swirled inside, as if exploring the space and getting accustomed to the environment. Feeling Chen Qingshang's urging, she began to move her fingers.
"Ah… ah…" Chen Qingshang didn't suppress her sounds of pleasure in the slightest, each cry encouraging Song Qiong to work harder. Song Qiong complied, increasing the force. She wrapped her arms around Song Qiong, hooked her legs over her, her hips suspended in the air, completely surrendering herself. Song Qiong gritted her teeth and sped up, rewarded by Chen Qingshang's high-pitched gasps and tensed body. Chen Qingshang was like a drawn bow, pulled taut to a certain point before suddenly snapping. A stream of fluid gushed endlessly from her body, wetting her hand and trickling down her wrist.
Chen Qingshang covered her eyes, gasping for air. The pleasure had been brief, but it had been ecstatic enough. She couldn't describe such bliss; she only felt as if all her strength had rushed out with the orgasm. Joy, satisfaction, a craving for more, a feeling of dying and ascending to heaven—it filled her body and soul.
Song Qiong slowly withdrew her hand, took off the finger cot, and tossed it on the floor. She held her upper body, pulling her up for a kiss. Then, Chen Qingshang flipped her over and pinned her to the bed.
She reached down and felt between Song Qiong's legs; it was just as wet as she had been. She took out a finger cot. Just as she was about to put it on, her eyes darted around, and she said to Song Qiong with a smile, "Sister, will you help me put it on?"
Song Qiong gave her an exasperated look but did as she wished. She took the finger cot, held it with two fingers, and slid it onto Chen Qingshang's finger with the reverence of placing a ring, slowly pushing it all the way down.
Her face showed no sign of shyness, but the tips of her ears had quietly turned red. Chen Qingshang adored this side of Song Qiong. She lowered her head to kiss that touch of red, while her hand found the slick marsh, pushing deep without any resistance.
Song Qiong couldn't help but tighten her arms around her, letting out a soft hum. Chen Qingshang lifted her legs, holding them at the crook of her knees, leaving her wide open. She lifted her slightly, so her hips were suspended, and then slid her own knee under Song Qiong to support her. In this position, Song Qiong, leaning against the headboard, could clearly see how Chen Qingshang entered her. She felt a little shy, her whole body flushed with a bashful pink that was incredibly beautiful. Chen Qingshang moved slowly, thrusting in and out, as if wanting to press her entire body against her. Her thumb rested on her clitoris, rubbing gently. The vaginal walls would tighten with her movements, clenching around the fingers inside. With each thrust, her fingertips pushed deep while her thumb brushed against the small nub. Every touch and rub made the woman beneath her knit her brows and let out a muffled moan. The more she was teased, the emptier she felt. Song Qiong gripped her other arm, her fingers nearly leaving marks. Unable to bear the torment, she thrust her hips up to meet her, her voice pleading, "Faster… A'shang… faster…"
It was the first time Song Qiong had used such an intimate name, and it made Chen Qingshang's eyes redden. She was completely dominated by desire, her eyes seeing nothing but Song Qiong. She picked up the pace. The sensitive peak couldn't withstand such an assault. Song Qiong instinctively tried to escape, but her waist was held fast. The in-and-out motion of her hand quickened, as did the grinding against her clit.
"Ah… ah… ah…" Song Qiong cried out as her body went rigid. A white light of ecstasy flashed before her eyes, and immense pleasure flooded her entire being. She reached her climax, waves of pleasure surging out from within her. Her inner walls convulsed, squeezing Chen Qingshang's fingers, the softest part of her twitching, testifying to the intensity of her pleasure.
When Chen Qingshang withdrew her hand, the passage seemed to be trying to hold her back. She rubbed her palm over the clitoris, making Song Qiong tremble once more. After a good while, Song Qiong slowly calmed down. Chen Qingshang discarded the finger cot and lay down, holding Song Qiong and sharing in the afterglow of her orgasm. Their two wildly beating hearts pressed together.
Chen Qingshang whispered in Song Qiong's ear, her voice a little hoarse. Song Qiong's reply was the same. Their lovemaking had been intense, yet perfectly in sync. They were two mature adults, open and free, confronting and chasing their desires without a hint of coyness. They had found each other in the vast sea of people, acknowledged the feelings between them, and those feelings had grown ever more intense, pushing their souls to connect. This exhilarating sex was merely an externalization of their two tightly intertwined hearts.
"A'qiong, can I call you that?" Chen Qingshang asked.
"Of course." The name sent a jolt through Song Qiong's heart as well. Her family and friends didn't call her that. The name should have felt unfamiliar, but for some reason, she felt as if someone had called her that thousands of times before. Those voices from across a long expanse of time gradually merged with Chen Qingshang's.
"The first time I saw you, I felt like I'd seen you before," Chen Qingshang said after a moment's thought, then added, "That's not a line. I really feel like we were fated to meet."
"I know." Song Qiong rolled over to hug her. "Me too. The first time I saw you, I felt as if we'd known each other for a very, very long time…"
"Haha, that means we're a match made in heaven."
They held each other, feeling utterly content just from the touch of their skin, their hearts filled with a warm emotion. They spoke in low voices, talking about when they first met, about the roads they'd walked and the sights they'd seen, about the future, and about whimsical, boundless ideas. When one spoke, the other listened quietly. When they laughed together, the vibrations in their chests were in sync. They talked and talked until they fell asleep, still in each other's arms.
It should have been a sweet dream, but Chen Qingshang felt herself having a very long one. When she woke with a start, her eyes were wet. The almost suffocating despair and oppression from the dream nearly left her breathless. The sound woke Song Qiong, who wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed their foreheads together. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"I… I think I dreamed about you…" Chen Qingshang was a little dazed.
"What did you dream about?" Song Qiong asked in a patient, low voice.
"I can't remember. I just remember it was a very sad, very painful dream…" The dream was like a fleeting shadow, gone in a flash. When she tried to recall it now, she couldn't remember anything, only the deep sorrow and pain that still lingered in her heart.
"Dreams are the opposite of reality… The real me is right here…" Song Qiong propped herself up and pressed a kiss to her lips. It was early morning, a time when desire was strong. With just a few teases, Chen Qingshang was aroused, and she responded to Song Qiong with fervor.
Outside the window, the sun was rising. Inside the room, the air was thick with the scent of spring. The warmth of Song Qiong's body and her lips and tongue warmed Chen Qingshang as well. Her body and heart felt as if they were soaking in a warm spring, gentle and soothing. The chill in her body was pushed out, and a fire seemed to be lit within her, steaming with heat, warming her body and soul. They became entangled once more, kissing each other deeply, devouring each other, wanting to knead the other into their own body. Through the union of flesh and spirit, they poured out their scorching love. And the lingering traces of sorrow from the dream were completely dissolved in this love, vanishing without a trace.
Even if we met and didn't recognize each other, we would still come to know and love each other again.
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