Fu Xiaochen stood there empty-handed.
His eyes had truly been opened today. "You can take back something you already gave away?"
Fu Xiaochen's eyes were full of disbelief. "Qin Yuhe, you're not the kind of guy to stoop so low."
Qin Yuhe gripped the car keys tightly in both hands. "What's wrong with going back on my word for my wife?"
Fu Xiaochen laughed out of sheer anger. "You've got some nerve, Qin Yuhe. You're unbelievable. You made a solid promise yesterday, and again today. I gave you all my kissing secrets, and you turn around and back out just like that."
"Are you playing me for a fool?!"
Qin Yuhe: "If that's what you want to think, there's nothing I can do."
Fu Xiaochen: "Scumbag!"
Knowing he was in the wrong, Qin Yuhe offered a compromise. "I have another Bugatti sports car in my garage, the 'Voice of the Night.' It's also the only one of its kind in the world. I can give you that one."
Fu Xiaochen: "Who cares about that piece of junk? Am I short on cars? What I'm short on is what my heart desires. I only want the 'Goddess of the Night.'"
Qin Yuhe: "That's also what my wife desires. Forced to choose between my cousin and my wife, of course I'd choose my wife."
Fu Xiaochen felt as if a massive steamed bun was lodged in his throat, choking him completely.
Qin Yuhe countered, "If you had to choose between me and your wife, who would you choose?"
Fu Xiaochen: "Isn't that a stupid question? Of course I'd choose my wife."
Qin Yuhe: "So why are you still talking nonsense to me?"
Fu Xiaochen felt like a swarm of little fairies was throwing a loud party in his head. It throbbed with a buzzing pain.
Damn it, he'd been completely fleeced!
And the other guy felt perfectly justified about it!
And this guy was his cousin, his own flesh-and-blood cousin!
He had come over today happily expecting to pick up a car, but instead, he picked up a belly full of anger.
Fu Xiaochen asked himself honestly, if he were Qin Yuhe, he would have done the same thing.
He understood the logic, but he was still furious.
Who could blame him when he was the one getting screwed over?
Qin Yuhe walked into the kitchen and picked up a serving of claypot rice with spare ribs in black bean sauce.
Fu Xiaochen followed him and dumped a whole bottle of chili into his bowl. "Let's see if this spices you to death!"
Qin Yuhe's expression remained calm. "I was just planning to build up my spice tolerance. Cousin, you're actually helping me."
Fu Xiaochen: "..."
After returning home, Fu Xiaochen thought about it over and over, still unable to swallow his anger. So, he mailed a box of razor blades to Qin Yuhe.
Upon receiving this "gift," Qin Yuhe immediately sent a return gift:
A box of condoms, the smallest size, mini-sized.
Accompanied by a small note:
[Cousin, condoms of this size will definitely fit you perfectly.]
Fu Xiaochen nearly coughed up blood.
...
The Qin family residence, living room.
After devouring 88 plates of snowflake beef, Song Tingye was finally full.
Qin Yuhe was carrying a tray full of food upstairs.
Song Tingye: "Brother-in-law, what was Mr. Fu saying earlier about a kissing manual? Did you trade a car with him for a kissing manual?"
Qin Yuhe: "Adult matters. Kids shouldn't meddle."
Song Tingye: "What kind of kissing manual is worth trading a sports car for? It must be incredibly effective. If a guy kissed a woman following that manual, it'd feel absolutely amazing!"
"Brother-in-law, I'm not that young anymore. In another year, I'll be old enough to get a girlfriend. Just tell me what's in that manual."
Qin Yuhe: "We'll talk about it in a year."
If he told Song Tingye now, what if the boy went and found a girl to practice on?
Wouldn't that be a terrible influence on a kid?
Some poor girl out there would end up suffering.
Qin Yuhe strode toward the spiral staircase.
Song Tingye stared at his back and muttered, "Stingy cheapskate."
Once Qin Yuhe's figure disappeared onto the second floor, Song Tingye looked toward the study, the door of which was left slightly ajar.
He stood up, glanced around to make sure no servants were present, and then sneakily crept toward the study.
His brother-in-law liked to keep documents, books, and the like in the study, and he often used the computer there to log into WeChat.
Maybe that kissing manual could be found in the study.
Song Tingye sneaked into the study.
He scanned the bookcases filled with books, then withdrew his gaze, looking forward until his eyes landed on the laptop sitting on the desk.
Song Tingye walked over and sat in the chair Qin Yuhe usually used.
He opened the closed laptop, pressed the power button, and the screen lit up.
Qin Yuhe's laptop wasn't password-protected, because no one had ever dared to peek at his computer before.
Until now.
Song Tingye gripped the mouse and clicked. The computer unlocked.
The screen was still on the video Qin Yuhe had been watching last night—
A man and a woman were holding each other tightly, passionately French kissing.
Their tongues were intertwined, drawing out silvery threads of saliva.
A critical hit right from the start!
The shock made Song Tingye jump straight up from the chair. "Holy crap!"
So explicit!
For the current Song Tingye, it was absolutely hardcore!
He had never seen anything like this before.
Song Tingye's heart pounded wildly.
He pressed his hand against his chest, taking a good while to calm down and regain his senses.
His brother-in-law watched this kind of stuff?
Whenever his brother-in-law was home, he would stay in the study. Song Tingye had always thought he was busy with work, but to think he was actually watching this!
What an indecent brother-in-law!
Song Tingye's eyes drifted back to the computer screen.
Fine, fine, testing him with this, huh?
As an upright and outstanding youth, Song Tingye decisively slammed the laptop shut.
He marched out of the study with righteous indignation.
Three seconds later, he walked right back in.
He sat on the chair, opened the laptop, clicked the mouse, and hit play on the video—all in one smooth motion. Time to watch!
A voiceover kept playing in the study:
"Kissing tutorial video number 57 has finished. Next up is the tutorial for the tongue-sucking kiss."
"Kissing tutorial video number 58 has finished. Next up is the tutorial for the gum-nibbling kiss."
"Kissing tutorial video number 59 has finished. Next up is the tutorial for the deep-throat kiss."
"Kissing video number 70 has finished..."
"Kissing video number 80 has finished..."
"Kissing video number 101 has finished..."
Song Tingye watched with great relish, fully absorbed, his eyes glued to the screen, his face redder than a monkey's butt.
Suddenly, a crisp, clear girl's voice sounded right by his ear: "What are you watching?"
Song Tingye's head snapped up, and he saw a girl in a white dress standing beside him.
The girl had a small, palm-sized face as white as jade, with clear and pure eyes, a delicate little nose, and soft pink lips. She was slender, almost fragile-looking, with clean, cool-white skin that was so pale she looked like a glowing little fairy.
Song Tingye felt slightly dazzled.
He quickly slammed the laptop shut and asked, "Who are you?"
The girl replied, "I'm a little princess."
Song Tingye: "And I'm the Jade Emperor."
Pointing at the laptop, the girl said, "I'm the sister of the owner of this computer, Qin Yuyan."
Song Tingye understood. "You're my brother-in-law's little sister."
Qin Yuyan: "And you're my sister-in-law's little brother."
Song Tingye: "...I am not a three-year-old kid anymore. I am grown up now. Stop calling me 'little brother'."
Qin Yuyan: "You seem to really mind being called 'little brother'. Can you tell me why?"
Song Tingye: "........."
"Forget it, forget it. Call me whatever you want."
Qin Yuyan: "What were you looking at just now?"
Song Tingye: "I was looking up some study materials on the computer."
Qin Yuyan smiled charmingly. "Liar. I saw everything just now. You were secretly watching people kiss."
Song Tingye cringed so hard his toes curled.
"If you knew I was watching people kiss, why did you even ask? You are just trying to embarrass me on purpose, aren't you?"
Qin Yuyan smiled and said, "Yep, I am embarrassing you on purpose."
Song Tingye was utterly speechless.
He picked up his laptop and walked toward the door.
Qin Yuyan ran over on her slender legs. The wind caught the hem of her white dress, the light fabric fluttering in the air and forming a beautiful arc.
The hem of the girl's white dress lightly brushed against the boy's black trousers.
Qin Yuyan stood in front of Song Tingye and spread her arms, blocking his path.
"I won't let you leave."
Song Tingye: "Why?"
Qin Yuyan: "Leave the laptop, and I will let you go."
Song Tingye: "No way, I need to take it for studying."
Qin Yuyan: "Who are you fooling? You are definitely just taking it so you can keep watching people kiss."
Song Tingye: "So what if I am? Are you my mom or my sister? You can't boss me around."
"I won't boss you around," Qin Yuyan smiled mischievously. "I will just tell your sister and your brother-in-law that you were secretly watching people kiss!"
Song Tingye's arrogance instantly vanished.
He quickly figured it out. "You are insisting I leave the laptop because you want to watch people kiss too, don't you?"
Qin Yuyan didn't try to hide it at all. "That's right, I want to watch people kiss."
Song Tingye's mouth twitched, a little thrown off by how blunt she was.
Qin Yuyan proposed a solution: "Since you want to watch it, and I want to watch it, we can just watch it together."
Song Tingye thought about it. Wasn't this just like watching a movie? There didn't seem to be anything wrong with that.
"Alright."
The laptop was opened and placed on the table, and the video started playing.
Qin Yuyan and Song Tingye sat side by side, watching people kiss together.
Before long, both of their faces turned bright red.
By chance, the two of them looked at each other at the exact same time, their eyes coincidentally landing on each other's lips...
