Song Xinya was completely fed up with that foul mouth of Tiantianquan’s.
“Every year, the Office for Combating Pornography and Illegal Publications arrests so many people. How did they manage to miss your mouth?”
Tiantianquan said, “A pretty face can’t withstand an anti-pornography inspection, and an interesting soul is liable to get an account violation. Someone like me, with both a pretty face and an interesting soul, gets positive results from two negatives. The police uncles just can’t bear to arrest me.”
Song Xinya said, “The police uncles get a headache the moment they hear you talk. That’s why they don’t arrest you.”
“Hey, hey, keep making fun of me and I won’t recommend that full-body beauty treatment anymore—the kind that immediately makes your skin fair, tender, and silky smooth, like a peeled hard-boiled egg, with not a single visible pore from head to toe.”
Song Xinya reached out and affectionately hooked her arm around Tiantianquan’s. “Who are we talking about here? Our Quanquan has the stomach of a prime minister, big enough to hold a spaceship. She’d never get mad over something this minor.”
“That sounds sweet,” Tiantianquan said, pointing at her cheek. “Come on, give your dear sister a kiss to show your sincerity.”
Song Xinya said, “I’m wearing lipstick today. I’ll get your face dirty.”
“You just don’t want to kiss me!”
“All right, all right. Save that mouth of yours for kissing your husband. Give him a good kiss from head to toe.”
Song Xinya deeply regretted not bringing a bitter melon today. Otherwise, she could have stuffed it into Tiantianquan’s mouth.
As they spoke, the two of them arrived at the room where the full-body treatment was performed.
Tiantianquan led Song Xinya over to the beautician. “This is my very best friend. Take extra good care of her and be thorough.”
The beautician readily agreed. “Dr. Tian’s friend is my friend. Don’t worry—I’ll apply more whitening essence to her than I do to anyone else. I guarantee she’ll come out smooth and glossy all over, like a slippery little loach.”
A full-body beauty treatment meant exactly what it sounded like: beautifying the entire body from head to toe.
The beautician spread a blue, disposable, sterile cushion over the treatment bed.
Song Xinya was about to go to the restroom to undress when Tiantianquan called out to her, “We’re both women. Is there any part of your body I haven’t seen? Don’t be so formal.”
“Are you planning to undress in the restroom and then walk out here completely naked?”
That made sense.
Song Xinya stopped being bashful and generously took off her dress. The moment she unclasped her bra, the two white rabbits on her chest bounced.
Tiantianquan and the beautician stared, wide-eyed.
Tiantianquan exclaimed, “Good heavens! I knew you were well-endowed, but knowing it and seeing it are two different things. This is absolutely spectacular!”
“Why did I only grow two raisins while you got a pair of atomic bombs?”
“This is outrageous! Heaven is so unfair!”
The beautician had seen all kinds of things and countless breasts, but even she was thoroughly dazzled when she saw Song Xinya.
“Whichever man gets to be Mrs. Song’s husband will be incredibly lucky.”
Tiantianquan added, “Not only lucky—he’ll also have a pair of wonderful things to eat.”
Song Xinya had thought that undressing in front of other women would be no big deal. Now, she regretted it.
She pulled out a sheet of tissue paper, covered Tiantianquan’s face with it, and shoved her out of the room.
“Get out, you female pervert.”
With a bang, she locked the door.
Tiantianquan had been thrown out on her nose.
As she turned to leave, she saw a familiar figure approaching and exclaimed in surprise, “What are you doing here?”
Chen Siyan walked toward her at a leisurely pace, a smile in his eyes. “I’m here to get a beauty treatment.”
Tiantianquan said, “Who are you trying to fool? What grown man comes to a beauty salon for a treatment? Who would believe that?”
Chen Siyan pointed behind him. “The customer in that room is a man. A big, burly one at that. He came here for a treatment too.”
“Really?”
“Why would I lie to you? I saw them go in with my own eyes. There’s more than one man.”
Now that was a rare sight.
Although men did visit beauty salons, they were few and far between. Usually, they were male celebrities, male influencers, or delicate-looking men who were especially concerned with their appearance.
In all the years Tiantianquan had worked there, she had never seen a group of big, burly men come to a beauty salon.
Curious, she asked, “Which room?”
Chen Siyan pointed toward a specific door.
Tiantianquan let out an “Eh?” It happened to be right next to Song Xinya’s room.
A nurse came over. “Dr. Tian, a customer specifically requested that you perform her double-eyelid surgery.”
Tiantianquan said, “That kind of procedure doesn’t require much skill. Anyone can do it.”
The nurse replied, “The customer says she trusts only you. She’s a VIP client, so you should go take a look yourself.”
The customer was always right.
“All right. I’ll go see her.”
Chen Siyan followed behind her. “What time do you get off work? Want to have dinner together tonight?”
“Aren’t you here for a beauty treatment? Why are you following me?”
“Recommend a suitable treatment for me. What kind of procedure is appropriate for a man like me?”
“An emasculation surgery. If you’re willing, I’ll personally wield the knife and cut you.”
“No need. If you castrate me, I’m afraid I won’t be able to make you happy.”
Tiantianquan shot him an irritated look. “You’re so annoying.”
Chen Siyan leaned close to her ear with a shameless grin. “Sweetheart, even the way you glare at me is as beautiful as a heavenly goddess.”
Tiantianquan couldn’t help laughing. She lifted her foot and kicked him lightly in the shin.
The two of them gradually disappeared down the corridor.
Inside the room, Song Xinya lay face down on the sterile cushion, her phone in hand as she messaged Qin Yuhe.
[Have you boarded the plane?]
Qin Yuhe: [I’m on the plane.]
Song Xinya: [You’re on a plane. How can you still message me on WeChat?]
Qin Yuhe: [It’s a private jet. We have Wi-Fi.]
Song Xinya: [Fine, rich guy.]
She asked him: [What time will you be home?]
Qin Yuhe: [In about two hours.]
Song Xinya: [I’ll be waiting for you. Muah~]
Qin Yuhe asked: [Where are you?]
Song Xinya was too embarrassed to tell him that she had deliberately gone to a beauty salon for a full-body treatment so that their sex life that night would be even more exciting and pleasurable.
[I’m at the office.]
[When your plane lands, I still won’t be off work. Just go straight home.]
Qin Yuhe: [Okay.]
After they finished chatting, Qin Yuhe put away his phone.
At that moment, tall and casually dressed, he stood amid the crowds at Jingbei Airport.
That was right—he had returned early from Modu.
He wanted to surprise his wife.
Qin Yuhe took long strides toward the airport exit, moving with barely concealed urgency.
His assistant pushed the luggage behind him and had to jog to keep up.
“There’s no apocalypse coming. Why is President Qin walking so fast?”
The driver said, “He’s in a hurry to see his wife.”
“They’re already in Jingbei. They’ll see each other sooner or later. Does it really matter if he waits another half hour?”
“Of course it matters. He hasn’t seen his wife for a month. He’s practically bursting. The sooner he sees her, the sooner he can kiss and hug her—and sleep with her.”
The assistant shot the driver a glance. “You’re talking about yourself, aren’t you?”
The driver said, “Yes, that’s exactly how I’d feel. President Qin is a man too. He probably thinks the same way.”
The assistant said, “You think President Qin is as hopeless as you are, with nothing but filthy thoughts running through his head all day?”
Driver: “How is having sex dirty? Our country has 1.4 billion people—how do you think we got here? One round at a time!”
He turned to look at the assistant. “If your parents hadn’t had sex, you wouldn’t even exist.”
Assistant: “Damn it, are you ever going to stop? Shut your filthy mouth.”
“When you get home, remember to brush your teeth. Otherwise, when you kiss your wife, one breath could knock her dead.”
The assistant hadn’t noticed that the man in front of them had stopped. He walked straight into the man’s back.
He cried out in pain. “My nose!”
Qin Yuhe turned around, his eyes cold and piercing.
Assistant: “It doesn’t hurt at all.”
The driver, quick to read the situation, hurried over and opened the rear door.
Qin Yuhe bent down and got in.
Once the luggage had been stowed and all three men were in the car, the driver asked, “Mr. Qin, where are we going?”
Qin Yuhe: “The flower shop.”
Song Xinya had once told him that she liked him to bring her flowers when he came back from a business trip.
Qin Yuhe had always kept her words close to his heart.
