Song Xinya had only meant to shoot the breeze with Tiantianquan, because her bestie wasn't exactly a proper person anyway—once they got going, dick jokes and dirty talk flew left and right, body parts waving through the air like crazy.
It was a private call, not shared with anyone else. Only heaven knew, earth knew, she knew, and Tiantianquan knew. It wasn't against the law, right?
So Song Xinya, without a second thought, honestly blurted out how desperate she was feeling at that moment.
Little did she know, on the other end of the line, Tiantianquan was recording.
After the call ended, Tiantianquan sent the recording straight to Qin Yuhe.
For no other reason than to make sure her bestie got what she needed, sooner rather than later.
She was really going above and beyond for the sex life of Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe, working her heart out.
┗|｀O′|┛ roar roar~
Tiantianquan finished it all, tossed her phone into her bag like she'd just accomplished something monumental, and gave herself two little claps. Pa-pa.
Chen Siyan asked, "What good deed did you do? Kill someone, or set a fire?"
Tiantianquan patted her own chest: "Do I look like the kind of person who'd do something like that?"
Chen Siyan stared at her, left and right, up and down: "You kind of do."
Tiantianquan: "Bullshit."
Chen Siyan: "Bullshit you."
Tiantianquan: "You're always trailing behind me eating my dust!"
Chen Siyan: "And I eat it with total satisfaction. Smells pretty good."
Tiantianquan: ʘʚʘ Huh?
Meeting him in the prime of her life—talk about bad luck.
Tiantianquan stood up from the booth, swaying her little waist as she walked off: "Never seeing you again."
Chen Siyan stretched out his long leg, his toe catching her ankle.
"Ah—" Tiantianquan pitched forward with her rosy cherry lips open.
"Hey—" Chen Siyan reached out, wrapped an arm around her soft little waist, and pulled her straight into his embrace.
So fragrant~~~~
Her soft, sweet body carried a unique scent. So fragrant~~~~
He wanted to kiss her so bad~~~~
But he was scared she'd slap him across the face~~~~
Chen Siyan hadn't even gotten his fill of Tiantianquan's scent when the girl in his arms shoved him hard, her face flushed red as she stood up.
"Chen Siyan, what the hell are you doing!"
Chen Siyan kept his leg in front of her path: "Sweetheart, I don't want you to leave."
Tiantianquan was so annoyed she laughed.
"Can you not be so shameless?"
"A good woman can't resist a persistent man. When you're chasing a wife, you can't afford to have face."
Chen Siyan: "Just finished grilling a plate of wagyu. Want a bite?"
Tiantianquan: "I don't want it."
Chen Siyan picked up a slice with his chopsticks and shoved it into her mouth.
Tiantianquan's eyes squinted into slits. Mmm, so good~
This greedy little meat-lover!
Chen Siyan took the opportunity to push her back down into the booth and kept feeding her meat.
Tiantianquan had wanted to slap him to death one second, but now she sat there obediently, accepting his service of feeding her, giving her water, and wiping her mouth.
No help for it—his service really was top-notch.
Cheesy as he was, when he actually took care of someone, he could spoil a girl rotten, right to the heavens.
Above the grill, wisps of steam rose, and the dark red charcoal burned beneath the cooking plate, occasionally letting out a crackle.
Every slice of beef on the plate was grilled to perfection by Chen Siyan—the outside charred to a tempting caramel color, all the excess fat melted away and dripping off, the skin crispy, the inside tender, so it never felt greasy to eat.
The whole time, the man grilled, and the girl ate.
Whether it was from delight or exhaustion, the girl slumped sideways, leaning against the man, their bodies pressed together intimately, looking as close as a couple.
One second they were bickering and fighting, the next they were cuddled up sweetly.
Han Jingyi watched this scene. Despite his vast learning and his medical doctorate, he couldn't quite figure out this kind of relationship dynamic.
Is this how young people date these days?
Was he too old to keep up with the trend?
Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, Han Jingyi's eyes lowered, his lashes casting a dark shadow as he blinked. Was this how Qin Yuhe treated Song Xinya too—the reason she liked him?
……
Song Xinya returned home. All four kids were sitting in the living room. No one was supervising or forcing them to study; they were reading and doing homework on their own.
Song Tingye, Song Tingyou, and Jin Ruizhi were studying seriously. That was nothing unusual.
But the little troublemaker princess was also sitting straight as a board at the table, holding a high school math textbook propped up on the desk, reading it intently.
Song Xinya looked at Qin Yuyan: "So obedient today?"
Qin Yuyan couldn't even lift her eyes from her book, replying seriously, "Studying is a student's duty. If you don't work hard when you're young, you'll regret it when you're old. Right now my food and clothes are all provided by my brother, but one day I'll grow up, and then I'll have to rely on myself. Working hard doesn't guarantee success, but not working hard means you definitely won't make it. I'm a senior in high school now, about to take the college entrance exam. Of course I have to study hard."
Song Xinya strode over to her, and with a whoosh, pulled a novel out from inside her math textbook.
The Tyrant Emperor's Gentle Touch, His Tender Maiden Can't Take It.
Something out of the ordinary always means trouble.
When Yanyan is dead quiet, she's definitely up to something.
Song Xinya: "I wondered why you were so absorbed in that math textbook today. So the textbook was just a decoy, and you were hiding a novel inside."
"Tyrant Emperor's Gentle Touch, His Tender Maiden Can't Take It?"
"Is that a proper book?"
"Is that the kind of book a high schooler should be reading?"
Song Tingye, Song Tingyou, and Jin Ruizhi all raised their heads at once, staring at the book titled The Tyrant Emperor's Gentle Touch, His Tender Maiden Can't Take It.
Qin Yuyan's face was red as a tomato.
"Sister-in-law, what are you doing? This is a proper book! Do I, an innocent little girl, look like I'd read anything improper?"
She reached for the novel, but Song Xinya dodged nimbly to the side, flipping it open with a rustle.
Chapter One: Wedding Night, the Tyrant Emperor Doesn't Stop, His Tender Maiden Cries and Weeps.
Song Xinya scanned down past the chapter title. The first line of the main text was:
Do me hard!
Song Xinya: "…"
This is a proper book?
Song Xinya took a deep breath, planted her feet, and let out a drum-shaking roar: "QIN—YU—YAN!"
"Aaaah!" Qin Yuyan clutched her head and scrambled forward to run.
Song Xinya reached out, grabbed the back of her neck, and yanked the fleeing culprit back in one swift motion.
"You said it was a proper book, so why are you running?"
Qin Yuyan: "Sister-in-law, you already know, so just don't ask me, okay? I'm too shy to show my face!"
Song Xinya: "Now you're shy? Where was that shyness when you were reading it?"
Qin Yuyan: "I was shy when I was reading it too—my heart was pounding like crazy."
Song Xinya: "You read a dirty book and now you're giving me a damn book review."
Qin Yuyan: "Well, you asked, so I told you!"
Song Xinya: "Confiscated!"
Qin Yuyan: "Nooo, don't, sister-in-law!"
Song Xinya's face darkened, hands on her hips: "You still want to read it?"
Qin Yuyan immediately stopped her wailing: "I don't! I don't want it at all!"
Being caught by her sister-in-law meant she was as good as dead—she was terrified that her sister-in-law would tell her brother, and if that happened, she was really, truly done for.
She decided to behave extra well, hoping her sister-in-law wouldn't rat her out to her brother.
Qin Yuyan scurried back to the desk like a startled rabbit, picked up her math textbook, and pretended to study with intense concentration.
Seeing that she was actually behaving this time, Song Xinya headed upstairs to the second floor.
Opening the bedroom door, Song Xinya spotted the webcam installed on the desk.
She thought for a moment, then called out: "Baby, are you there?"
A brief silence.
From the other end came Qin Yuhe's low voice: "Who are you calling baby?"
