QTIMP -Chapter 204 Character Persona – Overachiever (Part 36)

The two of them kept a low profile in their relationship, but the people who needed to know all did.

Song Huaiyi also truly lived up to what he said—staying at home, raising children and supporting his wife. Meanwhile, Si Qiu kept pushing forward in her work, driving the company to new heights every year.

She bought land and built an entire film and television base, wrote story outlines, and brought to life genres that didn’t exist in this world—cultivation, fantasy, animation, and more—allowing all kinds of film and TV themes to flourish.

She turned her company into a massive, self-sustaining system.

At home, Song Huaiyi took care of the children and managed her daily life—clothing, food, transportation, everything. He truly made things worry-free for her. Now, she completely understood why some men wanted a wife and children.

The screech of brakes sounded as a car stopped. Qian Ruifeng hurriedly ran up and pulled open the back door.

Just as he was about to say something while lowering his head, he froze when he saw the situation inside.

Song Huaiyi stepped out of the car, holding a little girl over a year old in one arm.

Qian Ruifeng paused for a moment, then quickly stepped forward to take one of the children. “Why did you bring these two little ancestors here?”

Song Huaiyi wiped the corner of one child’s mouth and said, “What else could I do? They refused to sleep no matter what, and they cry the moment they can’t see us.”

Qian Ruifeng frowned, then relaxed and even let out a low chuckle. “Alright, alright. Bringing them might actually be better. I should’ve brought my own little troublemaker too.”

The two of them each carried a child and walked inside, only to be stopped at the entrance.

“Sorry, gentlemen. This is the Floating Cloud Club. We only serve female guests.”

The security guard at the door looked at them oddly, scanning back and forth. It wasn’t that he had never seen men here before—but it was the first time seeing men carrying children.

Both of them looked displeased. Qian Ruifeng immediately took out his phone and started dialing.

Once the call connected, he shamelessly demanded entry without any hesitation.

“Bro, I don’t care. If you don’t let me in, you’re ruining our friendship. I’m going to complain to my sister-in-law. Before you got married…”

Song Huaiyi silently stepped aside.

About ten minutes later, Qian Ruifeng walked back smugly.

Soon after, the intercom at the entrance crackled. The manager on the other end instructed the guards to let them in.

Inside, the lobby was exquisitely and luxuriously decorated, with several wealthy young women chatting and laughing.

Going further in, they passed through corridors. As they walked by one area, a door wasn’t fully closed, and loud music blasted out from inside.

Song Huaiyi glanced in unintentionally.

Under dim, colorful lighting, women filled private booths, cheering and laughing. On the stage, male models stood nearly half-naked, displaying their bodies. Some shamelessly knelt on stage, letting the women’s hands linger across their abs.

Song Huaiyi’s eyes instantly turned cold. He covered his daughter’s eyes and quickly walked forward with the security guide.

They finally stopped in front of a private room.

The guard slightly bowed in signal. Qian Ruifeng took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, then pressed the handle and pushed the door open.

Music immediately spilled out. Inside, women’s laughter and playful chatter rang out, occasionally mixed with men’s soft coaxing voices.

Song Huaiyi stepped in with a heavy mood.

There, Si Qiu and Dong Xinyuan were seated in the main positions, while two male models beside them held wine glasses, eagerly trying to lean closer.

On the sofa nearby, Wu Ying and Nian Sui Sui were sitting without restraint, their hands slipped inside the male models’ shirts, casually tracing over abs and chests.

On the other side, someone was feeding them fruit and drinks.

The moment they walked in, the lively atmosphere in the room froze instantly.

Only the two children in her arms took a long while before they finally recognized the person sitting there.

Their little hands reached forward. “Mommy, mommy, hug.”

Si Qiu quickly stood up and stepped forward, taking the children from Qian Ruifeng’s arms.

Qian Ruifeng reacted instantly, rushing over in two steps and grabbing the male model who was still leaning beside Dong Xinyuan, yanking him aside.

Then he stood there, tearfully staring like a wronged child. Dong Xinyuan, who had originally been a bit displeased, awkwardly touched her nose because of his reaction.

Wu Ying quickly waved her hand, signaling the male models in the room to leave. They hesitated a little—after all, the clients they were serving were young, good-looking, generous spenders. They really didn’t want to go.

In the end, Nian Sui Sui stuffed several stacks of cash into their waistbands, finally sending them off.

Then each of them picked up a child and carried them out.

“It’s already so late, the kids must be tired. We’ll take care of them for you two. You can talk things over slowly. We already booked rooms upstairs.”

As she spoke, she pressed the room card into Si Qiu’s hand and turned to leave—only to be stopped by Song Huaiyi, who then tossed the car keys into their hands.

“The kids’ things are in the car, and the nanny is waiting there too.”

The two of them made an OK gesture and left, even carefully closing the door behind them.

Song Huaiyi looked at the two clingy, tearful people over there. He took the two room cards, flicked one lightly, and sent it flying straight toward Dong Xinyuan and the other person.

It landed in Dong Xinyuan’s arms.

Then he pulled Si Qiu up, took the other room card, and went upstairs.

Following the directions on the card, they reached the room, swiped in, and entered without turning on the lights. He immediately pressed her against the wall, gently tracing her facial features with his fingers.

“Is it because I’m not serving you well, so my wife is distracted?”

“Or is it the ‘seven-year itch’ already, and my wife has lost interest?”

“Or is it really like what the internet says—men become worthless to women after 25?”

“But what can those S-men outside possibly compare to?”

Si Qiu was already used to his sudden dramatic performances, especially his jealous little-dog act—it was actually kind of heart-fluttering.

She reached out and pinched his chin. “Do you remember what you said when we first got together?”

“You said if we were going to be together, I had to cut things off cleanly outside. And if I couldn’t, you were a traditional man—you insisted on being the main wife.”

Of course Song Huaiyi remembered what he had said.

His Sister Qiu was so good that it was inevitable people with bad intentions would try to seduce her. He himself had “worked his way up” from being the third party, so he was naturally a bit paranoid—but he always managed to talk himself through it.

He absolutely could not let those trashy men get any chance.

So, in the dim light coming through the window, he carefully observed Si Qiu’s expression. Then he reached out and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

But he didn’t take it all off. Instead, he sank down to his knees. The tailored suit pants stretched tightly over his legs. He lifted his eyes slightly, Adam’s apple rolling as he tilted his head up.

His voice was hoarse and dark. “Miss… I misunderstood you. Please punish me.”

Si Qiu pressed her high-heeled shoe against his chest and applied a little pressure. He let out a muffled groan as if struck by a shock, but his gaze never left her.

Fine beads of sweat slowly formed across his rising chest.

An older man—how could he compare to someone younger?

Looking at Si Qiu’s increasingly deep gaze, he silently scorned those male models in his heart.

I’m not incapable of doing it myself. Do you really think you can seduce my wife?

As for this club… it probably has no reason to exist anymore. It’s too disruptive to marital harmony.