Jiang Lai’s sudden question left Chi Yingyu at a loss for how to explain it to her brother-in-law.
For Chi Yingyu, who had no romantic history whatsoever and absolutely no experience, this was simply an enormous conundrum.
But since her brother-in-law genuinely wanted to know, Chi Yingyu could only rely on some things she’d heard others say to try and clarify for Jiang Lai.
Actually, it wasn’t really necessary to go through so much trouble. Hearing these things from others often came with all sorts of biases. But if she did a live demonstration right now, wouldn’t her brother-in-law see everything perfectly clearly?
Chi Yingyu gazed tenderly, her eyes tinged with longing, at Jiang Lai, who was lying on the bed. Right now, the room seemed like the perfect stage for such a display.
Two women alone in a room, a soft and spacious bed—her niece had already returned to her own room. Such a golden opportunity, Chi Yingyu truly wanted to seize it.
But this wasn’t something she could do on her own; no matter how much she yearned for it in her heart, Jiang Lai had to cooperate with her.
Although Chi Yingyu wanted to showcase her profound “moves” from her imagination for Jiang Lai, all these things she pictured were just empty talk in the end.
The most intimate thing Chi Yingyu had ever done was drench Jiang Lai in her saliva; to some extent, aside from that, she wouldn’t know how to do anything else.
Though Chi Yingyu might seem daring and bold in daily interactions, in reality she also had a line she absolutely couldn’t cross. Before she gained her brother-in-law’s true consent, if she forced things, he would hate her for life.
Even if she did get his body, what use would it be if her brother-in-law hated her? That would hurt more than death.
So from beginning to end, Chi Yingyu hovered on the edge of what Jiang Lai could accept and what he absolutely could not, probing step by step to see just how far she could go.
“Actually, I don’t know what the First Time is really like, but it must hurt, that much is certain.
But I’ve also heard people say that if you’re gentle, it’s not too uncomfortable the First Time, but it really depends on the person’s physical constitution. Still, most people say the First Time isn’t pleasant.”
Chi Yingyu didn’t understand why her brother-in-law wanted to ask about the First Time. From what she knew, her brother-in-law was her older sister’s first love, so didn’t he know what her sister’s First Time was like?
Was he asking now because he wanted to try forbidden fruit?
“Brother-in-law, why are you asking about this? What do you want to do?”
“Nothing, I just got curious all of a sudden, that’s all.”
Jiang Lai bit her lip, not revealing the truth she was facing to her sister-in-law. Anyway, it would only be three times—after those three times passed, there would be nothing left to worry about, so there was no need to say anything and make the family worry.
Si Yina was a thorough scoundrel. If her sister-in-law knew what Si Yina had done to her, she’d definitely fight for her without hesitation. Jiang Lai was afraid that the people she cared most about would get hurt.
Compared to her loved ones, Jiang Lai felt that her own safety didn’t matter as much.
The three chances Jiang Lai had agreed to give Si Yina were like a sharp blade, hanging high over her head. Jiang Lai could see it, could feel it, but had no way to touch or stop it, and didn’t even know when it might fall.
When would Si Yina call to claim the First Time? The Spring Festival was just around the corner. It should have been a joyful time, but Jiang Lai spent each day in constant anxiety.
If only she’d asked ahead of time…
Jiang Lai wasn’t eagerly looking forward to anything. In fact, she hated everything about Si Yina. She just hoped that by knowing the exact date, she could mentally prepare herself.
Not knowing when disaster would strike filled Jiang Lai’s heart with inescapable fear.
But this year’s Spring Festival should be peaceful, right? After all, the whole country spends this festival with family. What’s more, as a child of a wealthy family, Si Yina surely had even stricter expectations to be at home for the holiday. Both emotionally and logically, there’s no way she’d call Jiang Lai out today.
On Chuxi Night, with the festive atmosphere in the air, Jiang Lai’s nerves, taut for days, finally relaxed a little. She was no longer troubled and gloomy as she’d been before.
Her rare good mood over the past few days had led Jiang Lai to prepare an unimaginable feast for Chuxi Night’s dinner. Even with her sister-in-law’s help, it took her from 1 PM until 5 PM to finish everything.
When Jiang Leyi saw the table overflowing with dishes—these were only two-thirds of the total, with nearly a third still to be brought out—she was amazed.
Judging by a rough estimate, these dishes would be enough to feed six or seven people for two meals. Jiang Leyi could already imagine that the next few days would mostly be leftovers from tonight. She didn’t mind leftovers, but her dad and aunt really had made far too much. There probably wouldn’t even be room in the fridge.
When the three of them finally sat down at the table, Jiang Leyi was still in shock. Even though most of the dishes were her favorites, the sheer amount left her momentarily at a loss for where to start.
“Aunt, didn’t you try to stop Dad while you were cooking?”
Chi Yingyu had stayed by Jiang Lai’s side all afternoon and had helped make most of the dishes on the table. She had quietly reminded Jiang Lai about the quantity, but tonight’s Chuxi Night feast wasn’t just for the three of them—there would be other guests joining them for the new year.
The more people at New Year, the merrier and more joyous the gathering.
“There are still more people coming. Leyi, promise me one thing: when you see who’s coming, try not to be too shocked.”
“Who is it? Why do you have to warn me not to be shocked…”
Jiang Leyi thought hard about who could possibly be coming to their house for the holidays. For as long as she could remember, every Chuxi Night had just been the three of them. But this year, they were having extra guests—and she was told not to be shocked.
No matter how hard she racked her brain, Jiang Leyi couldn’t guess who it might be. Finally, unable to contain her curiosity, she turned to her dad for help.
Compared to Chi Yingyu’s mysterious manner, Jiang Lai introduced the guests in a more straightforward way: “No matter who comes to the house in a minute, you should call them ‘sister.’”
Although Jiang Lai and Xu Ruobing were of the same generation and, apart from family, closest to each other—just like her own daughter and Shen Ruxue—by rights, Xu Ruobing should have been a generation older than her daughter.
But Xu Ruobing’s ageless, stunning looks made calling her “aunt” sound way too old—and besides, it didn’t sound nice.
“Leyi, do you remember the celebrity who was with me during my last livestream? This year, she’ll be spending the New Year with us…”
Before Jiang Lai finished speaking, Jiang Leyi jumped up from her seat in excitement, exclaiming Xu Ruobing’s name: “Dad, do you mean Xu Ruobing is coming to our house?”