In the elevator, Shen Xiyan, with a “Heart Like Dead Ashes,” still wanted to struggle a little.
Maybe go back upstairs, knock on the door, and explain?
What a joke. You got caught making fun of someone behind their back, and now you want to explain?
What could you possibly say?
“Actually, being flat-chested isn’t so bad”?
In a moment, Su Jin would break out the nail gun—dudududu—
And before he could make up his mind, he received a message from Qin Sheng.
【Red lotus fragrance faded, Small Waist Like Willow on a jade mat. Loosening my silk robe, I board the Lan Zhou alone.
This feeling cannot be dispelled; it leaves my brows only to settle in my heart again.】
Li Qingzhao’s Yi Jian Mei, a work passed down through the ages.
Ordinary people wouldn’t find anything strange about this; they’d just think Qin Sheng was having another one of her moments.
But this is a lament written by a woman longing for her lover. Why would Qin Sheng send this to him?
Of course Shen Xiyan understood—if he didn’t, it would’ve been a waste of the ten years he and Qin Sheng had been together.
So he immediately called Qin Sheng. She picked up in an instant.
“Who is it! Seriously, are you done yet? I’m trying to sleep!” Qin Sheng unleashed a barrage of scolding. Any woman who knows how to take care of herself follows a healthy routine.
Shen Xiyan pretended not to understand her complaints: “Come to the entrance of the residential compound in half an hour.”
“What for?”
“Just come.”
Though Qin Sheng grumbled, the poem had already revealed plenty… She must have felt today’s date was missing something and was holding a grudge about it.
When they were catching dolls earlier, Shen Xiyan noticed Qin Sheng’s “not fighting, not grabbing” attitude and guessed this would happen. The reason he didn’t immediately follow to apologize? Two reasons:
First, Qin Sheng walked too fast, and with so many people watching, apologizing would seem “weak.” Didn’t he act like he didn’t care about Qin Sheng? Then why try to spare her feelings?
Second, Shen Xiyan thought it might be better to give her a surprise later, to make up for everything before.
People are all a little twisted. That’s why there’s the saying, “Bitter Sea Boundless, Turn Back to the Shore.” No matter what happens along the way, the end result matters most—and if there’s contrast, all the better.
Isn’t this a kind of PUA?
If you want to open a Hougong, but don’t have the Hundred Beauties’ Submission, the Wang Ba Zhi Qi, and the awe-inspiring presence of Long Aotian, you’d better use your brains and play a few mind games.
For those wanting a Hougong, mark this as important—take notes.
Eh! Why a Hougong?
Shen Xiyan, you’ve fallen.
“Are you asking me to do the things lovers do with you?”
“Get lost! I’m serious. In half an hour, come to the compound gate. You don’t even need to meet me—make up some excuse or sneak out if you have to.”
“Fine, whatever! There’s always tomorrow… My surname is Qin, given name Sheng, courtesy name Eternal.” Qin Sheng quipped mischievously.
Shen Xiyan sighed helplessly. Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together—Qin Sheng’s style had gone off the rails.
This wasn’t the world’s fault—it was Su Jin’s.
“Don’t forget!”
“Mm.”
Qin Sheng’s answer was concise. As Shen Xiyan walked out of the elevator at a leisurely pace, he received a photo from her—
Qin Sheng crouched at the compound gate.
“???”
“Take your time, I’m waiting here for my boyfriend.”
Even through the screen, he could feel the heavy resentment and anger.
“???”
She never went home?
What kind of joke is this!!
Shen Xiyan cursed, “Damn,” and jogged to catch a taxi.
“Driver! Pedestrian Street! Hurry!”
Half an hour later, Shen Xiyan arrived at the destination, got out, and jogged all the way.
If you compared this world to a pyramid, Qin Sheng’s family was, without question, at the very tip. Naturally, the kind of place where such people lived was not somewhere he could just walk into.
Sure enough, he was stopped by the Order of the Security Guards.
Some people are born in The Capital, while others are born as mules and horses.
Looking at the independent Bie Shu inside the compound, Shen Xiyan understood these words even more clearly.
He wasn’t some angry youth who hated the rich; he just felt a bit emotional.
He remembered how, in his previous life, his aunt had been shocked to learn of Qin Sheng’s family background.
Nowadays, if you trace three or four generations back, most families are farmers with their backs to the earth—obviously no match for a girl like her.
Luckily, Shen Xiyan had some achievements, so even if it looked like he was reaching above his station, it wasn’t to the point people would say a toad was lusting after swan meat.
After looking around, Shen Xiyan still couldn’t find Qin Sheng.
He called, and again she answered instantly.
“Where are you?”
“In the security booth, enjoying the air conditioning…”
Shen Xiyan looked over at the sound.
“Here!” Qin Sheng spotted him and waved. Her arm was fair and pink, like a piece of lively jade.
But it was alive—full of life and beauty.
Qin Sheng walked toward Shen Xiyan. The closer she got, the more he could feel the visual impact she brought.
“When I called you just now, you were already waiting at the gate?”
“…Yeah!” Qin Sheng nodded vigorously.
“Why?”
Qin Sheng grinned, unconcerned, staring at him.
Shen Xiyan frowned and pressed, “How did you know I’d come?”
“Was that so hard to guess?”
Qin Sheng’s smile grew brighter: “I just knew Xiyan wouldn’t be so ‘cruel’ to me. Why do other people get gifts, but not me?!”
“Here! This little woman has nothing to offer, so I’ll give myself to you.”
Qin Sheng lifted the hem of her T-shirt, boldly revealing her beautiful little stomach to Shen Xiyan.
Charming Lips Like Coral, Small Waist Like Willow.
Moonlight Like Silver Pouring from a Vase spilled wantonly over her skin, making her appear even fairer, her whole being wrapped in a holy halo.
Qin Sheng had always been beautiful, but now she was even more so.
You’d think beauty had its limits, but Qin Sheng would always show you with her actions: it doesn’t.
Seeing the change in Shen Xiyan’s eyes, Qin Sheng felt secretly pleased.
She thought: I don’t believe I can’t win you over, …No, I don’t believe you don’t want to win me over.
Qin Sheng twisted her waist, showing off her figure to the fullest. Her gaze was sultry, her voice as soft as water.
She whispered, “Isn’t my belly button beautiful? Isn’t my waist white and slender? Don’t you want to grab it and have your way?”
“…It’s alright. Can you stop thinking about that all the time? You’re a girl!”
“If you don’t want each other’s bodies, what kind of love is that?”
Shen Xiyan sneered, “Talking big—have you ever been in a relationship?”
Qin Sheng replied firmly, “No!”
“If you’ve never been in love, how would you know what it’s like?”
“Have you ever been in a relationship?” Qin Sheng shot back.
Shen Xiyan was just as direct: “…No.”
“Then what makes you say I don’t know?”
What was this?
A late-night discussion of philosophy?
Qin Sheng took a step forward, eyes shining with allure, like the brightest stars in the sky. She blinked and asked, “Alright, enough fooling around. Where’s my gift?”
In that instant, Shen Xiyan felt a wave of fragrance assault his senses.
That scent had already become one with Qin Sheng. Every breath was filled with her scent.
He felt as if he were being pushed, surrounded, pressed closer and closer by something invisible.
Qin Sheng, on the other hand, was perfectly calm, not caring at all about the trouble she caused Shen Xiyan. She said, “Not giving it to me? Then I’ll find it myself.”
She reached into his pocket, and in the next second, her expression changed dramatically… No, more than just surprise—her heart was in utter turmoil.
“What is this?”