Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 79: Provocation

At this very moment, nothing pleased Song Qingya more than seeing Fei Jin at the very edge of his self-control.

This time was no different. Having just stoked the flames, she flicked off the lights with a decisive CLICK.

The entire room plunged into silence and darkness.

"Okay, I’m tired. Let’s get some sleep. Good night!"

But a moment later, a hand shot out from behind and grabbed her wrist.

Warm and strong, the hand irresistibly pulled her closer.

"Qingya, you shouldn’t keep teasing me like this."

His voice was low, yet it carried a hint of a plaintive pout.

At this moment, Fei Jin showed none of the stern, cold demeanor he usually wore in public.

Song Qingya paused for a moment before retorting, "The doctor said no touching."

Her tone was part teasing, part cautious.

But he just replied in a low voice, "I know my limits."

They were so close their chests were nearly touching.

The heat in the air was quietly rising.

It was Fei Jin’s unique scent.

In that moment, Song Qingya saw the situation with perfect clarity.

This time, she had been a little too mischievous.

The fire she’d started was burning too hot to be easily contained.

The clock’s hands slowly swept past twelve.

Time quietly slipped away.

Her face flushed, she gently peeked out from under the covers.

Even her lips felt faintly hot and were slightly swollen.

Their recent intimacy seemed to have left behind evidence that wouldn’t easily fade.

Fei Jin kissed the crown of her head.

Then, he whispered, "Good night."

But Song Qingya didn’t see it that way.

’She couldn’t help but feel that in this little game of theirs, she had somehow lost the upper hand. A sense of indignation welled up inside her; she had to regain the initiative.’

So, just as Fei Jin was closing his eyes to rest, she suddenly spoke up.

"Wait, don’t sleep yet."

Fei Jin opened his eyes in confusion. "Hm?"

He turned to look at Song Qingya, his gaze a mixture of curiosity and affection.

She rolled over and sat atop him, the movement swift and a little mischievous.

"My dad is coming to visit tomorrow. You have to wear the shirt I had custom-made for you, with the trousers from the Zhongshan suit."

She spoke with determination, poking Fei Jin’s chest with her finger as she talked. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"You have to wear it. Let him get a good look at how much you’ve changed since you got together with me! I’ve been working really hard on your image."

When the clothes first arrived, she’d excitedly urged him to try them on.

Fei Jin was used to his training uniform.

Suddenly changing into a crisp shirt like this made him feel extremely awkward.

He stood ramrod straight, but his expression was stiff.

However, in the moment he was adjusting his collar and looking at himself in the mirror—

Song Qingya’s eyes filled with delighted surprise.

’What a physique!’

’The proportions are just perfect!’

Thinking about her dad visiting tomorrow and seeing Fei Jin all dressed up...

...a surge of pride, and even a little smugness, welled up inside her.

Fei Jin, however, couldn’t help but look troubled.

He wasn’t used to such formal attire.

He didn’t like being "dressed up," not even in front of strangers.

’Leave it to my wife to be so particular, planning my entire outfit just for a visit with her father.’

"Qingya... it’s just a visit. We don’t need to make such a big deal out of it, do we? I’ll just wear my regular clothes."

There was a hint of resistance in Fei Jin’s tone.

It wasn’t that he was unwilling to listen to her.

But he had always prioritized comfort over appearance.

However, Song Qingya was firm, showing no intention of backing down.

"Absolutely not! You have to listen to me on this."

Her tone left no room for discussion.

Sometimes, Song Qingya felt a little exasperated with this side of his personality.

For example, that Zhongshan suit-style jacket, which was clearly an outdated style from the eighties or nineties, he insisted on wearing to this day.

The jacket was always washed spotlessly clean.

But its color had faded long ago.

’What would people think if they saw it? That their finances as a young couple were in dire straits?’

Or perhaps...

’They might even think I’m a wife who doesn’t know how to dote on her husband, who’s too stingy to buy him a few new clothes!’

’Who would want to give people that kind of impression or cause for gossip?’

Naturally, she couldn’t let that continue.

In reality, that wasn’t the case at all.

It was one thing that he was reluctant to spend money on clothes for himself.

But toward Song Qingya, he was extremely generous.

He never forgot about accessories, either. He would use his connections to buy her the latest hair clips, necklaces, and other trinkets from the Capital, preparing a little surprise for her every single month.

But when it came to buying clothes for himself, he really didn’t care at all.

In Fei Jin’s own words:

"I just wear whatever the unit issues. Don’t waste unnecessary money on me."

But the problem was, standing next to Song Qingya was this six-foot-three man.

’She couldn’t help but constantly wonder how she could dress him up to look even more handsome.’

The more she thought about it, the more antsy she became, until she just couldn’t sit still.

She gently tugged the blanket covering him.

Then she snuggled back into his arms.

When she looked up, her eyes were exceptionally clear.

"Just wear it for me once, okay? Just once? Please?"

Her voice was a mix of flirtatious charm and pleading.

He gave a resigned smile, his tone softening, no longer so firm.

"Alright, alright. Have it your way."

’Fine, I’ll wear it.’

’As long as she’s happy, it’s worth it.’

...

「Early the next morning.」

The sky was just beginning to lighten, with the first sliver of sunlight peeking through.

When Song Qingya woke up, she saw a clean towel already neatly placed on the washstand.

The washbasin was filled with freshly drawn warm water.

After being together for so long, Fei Jin had long since figured out her routine, even knowing the exact time she would wake up.

But Song Qingya could never figure out Fei Jin’s routine, not even knowing what time he got up.

’He was always up a little earlier than her, anyway.’

No matter how hard he had trained the day before or how much he had sweat...

...even if his body was exhausted, Fei Jin never slept in; his self-discipline was extreme.

After washing up, Song Qingya sat at her vanity and put on some simple makeup.

Her jet-black long hair was casually coiled at the back of her head.

When she walked into the living room, a steaming hot breakfast was already set on the table.

There was millet and pumpkin congee, pickled radish, and shredded ham.

Of course, Fei Jin had made all of this.

Seeing her come out, he immediately smiled and said, "You’re awake? Come and eat, I’ll get you a bowl of congee."

"Mhm."

As he brought the bowl of congee to her, Song Qingya’s eyes were drawn to his arms.

His sleeves were rolled halfway up, revealing strong forearms where veins were faintly visible.

Plus, the outfit she had picked out for him—the white shirt and Zhongshan suit trousers—perfectly accentuated his figure.

’Not bad at all. So obedient.’

’It was written all over his face that he didn’t want to, but he still wore it just like I asked!’

She couldn’t help but stand up and gently kiss his left cheek.

A smile curled her lips. "You behaved very well. This is your reward~"

Something flashed in Fei Jin’s eyes.