Although Su Jin had effortlessly subdued the two sisters, the tension at the dining table lingered.
Su Jin was more than happy to enjoy the spectacle.
After eating her fill, she stretched comfortably, and as she thrust out her chest, the heavy weight of her bosom delivered a crushing blow to everyone else—ten thousand points of damage, invisible yet overwhelming.
Lin Ci glanced down at her own chest, feeling dejected, but when she noticed that Qin Sheng’s was also no match for Su Jin’s,
she felt oddly comforted.
Qin Sheng too glanced down, and her spirits instantly deflated. She felt that in this lifetime, she could never hope to match Su Jin’s scale.
But seeing that Lin Ci’s chest was a bit smaller than hers, her confidence was instantly restored.
Su Jin caught all of their little actions, the corner of her lips quirking up—a lonely invincibility.
That’s why, all those so-called breast-enhancing tricks are just fake. Why complicate things when a few pads can solve the problem?
Song Wan had wanted to say something, but after being glared at by Su Jin, she couldn’t be bothered to expose her.
Just at that moment, Song Wan’s phone started ringing.
Perhaps able to guess who was calling, Shen Xiyan only felt annoyed and restless.
“Qin Sheng’s mom?”
“My mom!”
Song Wan stood up, and before leaving, she jabbed Qin Sheng’s forehead hard to vent her frustration.
Lin Ci and Wenwen suddenly realized that the Song Wan in front of them was quite scary, as if something called “Killer Intent” was oozing out.
Su Jin was already used to this sort of thing.
“Hello? Mom… Mm, yes, no… Don’t worry, I’m watching them. It’s all just a misunderstanding…”
Qin Sheng secretly pouted. “A misunderstanding, my foot! I really want to send them the pictures from earlier.”
Now that things had become a mess, Qin Sheng was actually quite pleased. Under the table, her legs were crossed, her bare feet resting on the tops of her shoes.
Whenever something came to mind, a sly little smile would tug at the corners of her lips, her teeth gently biting her lower lip, and her feet would sway joyfully.
From time to time, Shen Xiyan would sneak a peek at her. The tablecloth couldn’t hide Qin Sheng’s lower half—her feet were fair and tender, each toe round and adorable.
The most amusing thing was her expression; who knows what she was thinking, but she looked truly happy.
“…If you hadn’t said anything, I would’ve forgotten.”
With one hand, Shen Xiyan restrained Qin Sheng, snatched up the phone, and deleted the photos.
This kind of thing absolutely could not be seen by her parents. Otherwise, how would he even begin to explain it?
No matter who started it, you’ve already kissed my daughter, and you still want to act innocent? Are you courting death?
But that’s the charm of a pretty boy: overnight, a carp leaps over the dragon gate, a salted fish turns big shot.
It’s the same now. After dating a little rich girl, it’s hard to enjoy an ordinary romance.
If I can jump social classes with just my looks and my “waist power,” why should I have to work, make money, and pay off a mortgage?
Just like: with such a beautiful childhood friend and little sister, who needs a girlfriend?
Hmm, something strange seems to have snuck in.
“You can mess around if you want, but could you not drag me down with you?”
“Come on! How is this dragging you down? I’ll protect you—you have to trust me!” Qin Sheng pouted like a wronged little girl.
Every time Shen Xiyan looked at her, she’d feign innocence and clutch her chest dramatically.
Shen Xiyan rolled his eyes. “You can talk big now, but when your parents beat me to death, let’s see if you’ll dare say a word.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
Qin Sheng retorted defiantly. “They can hit me, but not you! For you, I’d even do a real PK, burning oil!!!”
“Heh… If you weren’t causing trouble, I wouldn’t be getting beaten.” Shen Xiyan rolled his eyes again.
He glanced out the window at Song Wan, who was chatting away, his gaze turning gloomy.
Originally, he’d planned to use today as a milestone for their relationship, but the reality was far from what he’d expected.
Shen Xiyan had reason to suspect Qin Sheng was doing it on purpose.
If she’d directly said she was going on a date with her boyfriend, it would definitely be seen as “provocation,” and no one would take her seriously.
But now, with things as they were, the parents were left full of doubt.
Very soon, Song Wan returned.
She let out a long breath. Seeing Shen Xiyan staring unblinkingly at her, she snapped, “What are you looking at?”
“How did it go?”
Song Wan shot Qin Sheng a glare. “I told her someone had an episode—don’t take it seriously!”
“But if I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have known… and now everyone’s here?”
Shen Xiyan laughed awkwardly. “Actually, it’s just a coincidence.”
“Forget it! I’m not in the mood to listen to your nonsense. Qin Sheng, come home with me!”
“…Oh, then I’ll apologize to Xiyan for my ‘reckless behavior’ just now.”
As Qin Sheng spoke, Shen Xiyan’s phone chimed—Qin Sheng had sent him a photo.
She was lying on a pristine, fluffy bed, her long legs slightly bent and peeking out from under her nightdress, the hem rising all the way to her upper thighs.
Her chest was slightly exposed, revealing a sudden burst of spring.
The curtains hung low, and outside the floor-to-ceiling window, tranquil moonlight shone on the elmwood floor, suffusing the quiet with a fairytale-like romance.
The photo had clearly been edited, or it wouldn’t have such a dreamy, romantic vibe—there was even a touch of photo-shoot glamour.
Wait! Something didn’t seem quite right.
Shen Xiyan demanded, “Who took this photo?”
She didn’t have any close relatives. Who would take such a picture for her?
“I took it myself!”
“You could take a photo like this?”
Upon hearing this, Song Wan leaned over to take a look, her brows instantly knitting together.
“There’s something called a selfie stick and timed shooting.”
Oh… this, Shen Xiyan truly didn’t understand.
His photography skills had always been criticized by Qin Sheng—not a hint of Teacher Edison’s flair from back in the day.
All the little videos were shot by Qin Sheng herself. If she ever lost her phone, in minutes it would become “X×Gate.”
Thankfully, there was nothing scandalous on his computer. Otherwise, when his belongings were sorted, he’d be socially dead in seconds.
Wait! Wait! Hold on a sec!
Now was not the time for wild imaginings.
“You call sending me a photo an apology?”
Qin Sheng leaned in, lowering her voice. “Paired with that audio… when we get back, I’ll find a chance to shoot a few more revealing sets for you, promise they’ll come in handy!”
Shen Xiyan’s blood pressure shot up. He forced himself to say, “I already deleted that audio!”
Actually, he hadn’t. It was resting safely in Shen Xiyan’s favorites folder.
Qin Sheng didn’t care. “Doesn’t matter if it’s deleted… just buy a calculator and mash the number 2 like crazy—it works the same.”
Hearing this, Shen Xiyan started coughing.
No one could, at least they shouldn’t.
Did Lin Ci and Wenwen hear that?
They were still just kids—they shouldn’t be corrupted like this.
Qin Sheng, worried, gently patted his back to help him catch his breath, then handed him a teacup.
Shen Xiyan took it, thanked her, and then pointed to the door. “…Please disappear from my sight with minimal friction.”
“What do you mean?”
“Get out!!”
Qin Sheng “happily” pounced over. “Then let me hug you one more time.”
But before she could, an arm shot out from the side, poking Qin Sheng in the waist.
Her Mingmen was struck, and Qin Sheng wilted immediately.
“What are you doing?” Qin Sheng glared at Song Wan.
Song Wan’s face was full of guilt, but her tone was icy. “Oops, just accidentally bumped into you.”
Qin Sheng: “……”
She could sense the knife hidden in Song Wan’s smile, that subtle yet unyielding hostility.
As expected, a hidden trouble!