Words as sweet and soft as honey.
A body as warm and fragrant as jade.
Breath as delicate as an orchid.
Qin Yuhe turned his head and saw Song Xinya's moist red lips—vibrant, full, and striking.
She smiled at him enchantingly. Her eyes and brows were painted with bold, exquisite makeup, and her charming gaze rippled with affection, bringing out her ultimate feminine allure.
Qin Yuhe stared at her, entranced. It was as if a pebble had been tossed into the lake of his heart, sending out endless ripples.
The alluring red lips swept past his eyes. Song Xinya leaned over his other shoulder, pressed against his other cheek, and planted a heavy kiss, leaving another bright red lipstick mark.
While Qin Yuhe's nose was filled with the beauty's fragrance and his mind drifted in those ripples, Song Xinya pulled away and left.
He looked up and saw her swaying her slender waist as she walked out with a carefree stride, not looking back even once.
Qin Yuhe leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath, as if his soul had followed that beautiful silhouette, leaving him in a daze for a moment.
A moment later, he picked up his phone and called his assistant. "Are you at the SKP mall yet?"
Assistant: "Not yet, I'm on my way. Mr. Qin, I'm sorry, but I'm not the Monkey King who can travel a hundred and eight thousand miles in a single somersault."
Qin Yuhe: "I know you're not. If there was a Monkey King in this world, why would I hire you as my assistant?"
Assistant: "Mr. Qin, the Monkey King is stubborn and rebellious, whereas I am gentle and reasonable. You're better off using me."
Qin Yuhe: "Keep a close eye on my wife."
Assistant: "Understood, Mr. Qin. I will definitely watch over the Madam and not let her come into contact with any men."
Qin Yuhe: "I mean, don't let any men come into contact with my wife. What bad intentions could my wife possibly have? She's just too beautiful. I believe my wife would never do anything to betray me. What I don't trust are the men out there. When they see my wife, they will definitely want to make her their wife."
The assistant felt like he was listening to a stand-up comedy routine.
"Yes, Mr. Qin."
Anyway, whatever Mr. Qin says is right. If he didn't understand, just agreeing was the way to go.
Qin Yuhe: "I have a few more things to instruct you on, listen carefully."
The assistant immediately grew respectful: "Please go ahead, Mr. Qin."
......
Song Xinya's Frozen Berry pink Porsche arrived at the SKP mall.
She stepped out and saw the assistant already waiting at the entrance.
"Mrs. Qin!"
The assistant, holding a women's black-vinyl parasol, walked over to Song Xinya and shaded her head.
"The sun is too strong today. You wouldn't even need a fire to fry an egg; just crack it on the ground and it would sizzle and cook instantly."
The parasol in the assistant's hand completely covered Song Xinya, while he himself stood in the scorching sun.
He looked at the young girl stepping out of the passenger seat. She had bright eyes and white teeth, but her clothes were so plain they looked worn out.
"Madam, who is this young lady?"
Song Xinya: "My younger sister. Today is mainly about buying clothes for her."
The assistant pulled another black-vinyl parasol from his bag, opened it, and handed it to Song Tingyou.
Song Xinya: "You prepared very thoroughly, assistant."
The assistant pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Madam, Mr. Qin asked me to prepare this. He said the sun was strong today and told me to bring two women's black-vinyl parasols."
A little surprise in life suddenly descended from the sky.
Song Xinya: "Isn't Mr. Qin extremely busy today?"
Assistant: "No matter how busy Mr. Qin is, he always keeps you in his heart."
Song Xinya: "You really know how to talk."
Assistant: "Madam, I'm not deliberately trying to flatter you right now, because Mr. Qin truly thinks of you all the time."
Song Xinya was in a great mood, humming a song as she walked forward: "I'll reward you handsomely later."
The assistant almost knelt on the ground to perform a eunuch's bow and say: "Yes, Your Majesty."
Song Xinya led Song Tingyou and first went into a lingerie store.
The assistant didn't go in, automatically standing in the hallway to wait.
The store was filled with lingerie in all colors and styles—pure, sexy, normal ones, and ones with holes cut in the middle of the cups.
Song Tingyou looked at the lingerie with the holes and asked Song Xinya in confusion: "Sis, why is there this kind of underwear?"
If you cut a hole in the middle of the cups, the boobs are all exposed, so what's the point of wearing it?
Song Xinya didn't know how to explain adult matters to this underage child.
What made her even more embarrassed was that she had a piece of this exact lingerie in her own closet.
Song Xinya chose to push the question back: "Youyou, why are you paying attention to this kind of lingerie? Do you want to wear it?"
Song Tingyou's face turned beet red, and she waved her small hands in a panic: "I don't want to wear it, I really don't! I've never thought about wearing this kind of clothing."
Song Xinya glanced at Song Tingyou's chest. Her sister was seventeen this year, and her breasts were nearly fully developed, yet she was still wearing loose sports bras with no support. She told Song Tingyou, "Go pick a few supportive bras that you like."
Song Tingyou's current taste was typical of a pure young girl. She chose two pure cotton bras printed with little cherries, the kind with very thin padding.
Song Xinya: "Go try them on and see if the size fits."
After changing into the new bra, Song Tingyou walked out, slightly slouching and hunching her chest inward.
Song Xinya: "Is the bra size not right?"
Song Tingyou: "No..."
It was too right. It felt completely different from the loose sports bras she used to wear.
Most importantly, it looked completely different.
It was as if two lumps of dough that had been lying flat on a cutting board suddenly rose up and turned into steamed buns.
Perky and full, round and bulging.
They pushed her clothes out into undulating curves. She had already chosen the style with the thinnest padding, so why did they still look so big?
Girls at this age were sensitive and shy. They would blush just buying a pack of sanitary pads at the supermarket, insisting on putting them in a black bag to hide them completely before feeling at ease.
If anyone had large breasts, it felt like a particularly shameful thing, making them slouch when they walked.
Actually, once past this sensitive high school period and into college, having large breasts would become an overwhelming advantage.
In the dating and marriage market, girls with large breasts were even more highly sought after.
Those cheap creatures called men just loved big breasts.
At this moment, seventeen-year-old Song Tingyou had not yet awakened to the realization that having large breasts was an advantage.
She shrank her body shyly: "Sister, I think it's better if I still wear those loose sports bras."
"Those bras offer no support. If you wear them for a long time, it will cause your breasts to sag." Having gone through her teenage years herself, Song Xinya saw through Song Tingyou's mentality. She smacked her palm lightly on her sister's back, making her straighten her posture.
Song Xinya told her earnestly and gently, "Breast development is a normal physiological phenomenon; it's a process every girl goes through. Youyou, don't be ashamed, and definitely don't feel inferior. Hold your head high, puff out your chest, and respect your body's changes. Remember, a confident woman who loves herself is always the most beautiful."
Adolescents really do need guidance. Sometimes, a single sentence from an adult can untie a knot that has been blocking a child's heart.
Song Tingyou felt a sudden sense of enlightenment.
Yeah, this was just a normal physiological function of the human body. Why should she feel ashamed of it?
What woman didn't have breasts? If women didn't grow these two magical treasures, babies wouldn't have milk to drink, and humanity would have gone extinct long ago.
Song Tingyou suddenly found it rather ridiculous that she had been too embarrassed to even wear a bra.
She straightened her back.
Song Xinya helped Song Tingyou pick out ten more bras that were suitable for her age group.
The two of them walked out of the lingerie store carrying their bags.
The assistant took the shopping bags without a word or a single nosy question, dutifully playing the role of an emotionless bag-carrying robot.
Next, Song Xinya took Song Tingyou to buy some pretty dresses.
As the two of them headed toward the Chanel boutique, Song Tingyou was chatting excitedly with Song Xinya when she crashed headlong into someone.
A sharp, scolding voice immediately rang out: "Watch where you're walking! Did your eyes grow on the bottom of your feet?!"
