If I didn't speak up to stop him now,
who knows what other audacious words Xiao Yu might blurt out next.
Faced with this soul-searching question,
Lin Yu had no intention of surrendering meekly.
Seizing Chen Qimeng's line of questioning, he countered:
"Qi Meng, don't be so sly."
"I answered you with complete honesty—shouldn't you also tell me what you consider me to be?"
"A godson? Just another kid in the family?"
Chen Qimeng met Lin Yu's expectant gaze and gently shook her head.
A moment later,
she buried her face into the pillow again.
[Ding]
[The Proxy Sect Leader and host's intimacy level has reached the threshold for "Dual Oath Union"!]
[Complete the "Dual Oath Union" trial to become cultivation partners in both body and soul!]
[Now announcing the "Dual Oath Union" trial...]
[Sect Entrustment (Trial Task): During a sweet and tranquil moment, make the Proxy Sect Leader feel your sincere devotion by paving a path in her life and taking charge of the sect!]
[Reminder: The trial task will create an opportunity to become cultivation partners. If the host takes no action, the opportunity will slip away.]
Here it was!
Qi Meng's Dual Oath Union trial had arrived!
Sweet and tranquil... Was the current sweetness still not enough?
As for tranquility...
Lin Yu leaned closer and pressed further:
"Qi Meng, what does shaking your head mean?"
"Are you rejecting me? Or did I say something wrong?"
Chen Qimeng swiftly turned her head:
"I—I'm not rejecting you!"
Lin Yu: "Oh? So should we continue or pause the cupping session?"
If he kept pushing Qi Meng to define their relationship,
she’d probably just hide in the pillow again, too embarrassed to answer.
Despite being divorced,
in some ways, her emotional experience was on par with Xiao Fufu's.
She didn’t even dare to engage in playful teasing.
In an instant,
Auntie Qi Meng's cheeks flushed crimson.
"The cupping can continue..."
"But Xiao Yu, as for the rest... can we not... for now?"
Lin Yu fully grasped the implications of her words.
From the very beginning,
her heart had been preoccupied with the possibility of Huang Feirong returning at any moment.
Even though Lin Yu knew that with the computer as her companion,
Huang Feirong—the queen of risqué jokes—would likely stay in his room all night unless called.
But in Qi Meng's mind, this was hardly a tranquil setting.
They had only just fully resolved the lingering issues from their soul cultivation.
To attempt a full consummation now, like with Da Chi,
might be possible if forced,
but such things lose half their charm when rushed.
Lin Yu blinked innocently and asked:
"Hmm? Wasn’t I just talking about cupping too?"
"Qi Meng, what exactly do you mean by 'the rest'?"
Chen Qimeng: "..."
At this moment,
she could clearly tell Xiao Yu was teasing her on purpose.
Ever since she stepped out of the bathroom,
she’d noticed the unmistakable bulge in Xiao Yu’s pants...
Even the most oblivious woman would understand what was on his mind.
Still,
Xiao Yu ultimately cared about her feelings and was willing to restrain himself.
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—recklessness comes from infatuation, but love means restraint. The bond between cultivation partners grows even warmer!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
Lin Yu moved closer
and lightly pecked Chen Qimeng’s cheek:
"The flower shop must be busy on weekends. How about we go shopping Monday afternoon?"
"We can have dinner... outside, and come back late."
For sweetness and tranquility,
they needed a space where restraint wasn’t necessary.
Lin Yu strongly suspected
that even without Huang Feirong around tonight, Qi Meng still wouldn’t dare.
In an apartment full of younger girls,
how could she, the eldest sister, dare to cry out or let herself go?
Going out—
that was the real path to sweetness and tranquility.
Chen Qimeng: "!!!"
Such a direct date invitation sent her heart racing again.
She already knew what would happen this time.
"Alright, let’s go shopping on Monday."
Chen Qimeng replied breathlessly, her eyes shimmering.
Lin Yu pecked her cheek again like a chick nibbling grain:
"Then the cupping master shall resume his work!"
Chen Qimeng, still feeling the lingering warmth on her cheek, curled her lips into a sweet smile.
Was this what romance felt like?
She never had the chance to experience it in her youth.
Who would’ve thought that after thirty, she’d get a taste of it?
And it felt... truly wonderful.
However,
Lin Yu’s next words made her heart race even faster.
"Qi Meng, I’ve noticed how cunning you’ve been today."
"To make sure you don’t back out on Monday, we should take some precautions."
"If we can’t do 'the rest'... that doesn’t mean we can’t look, right?"
Chen Qimeng pondered his words
before burying her face in the pillow once more.
Perfect.
Silent permission to admire her, coupled with no resistance—
utterly intoxicating.
The next moment—
"Whoosh..."
The obstructive wrappings fluttered away like a battle flag tossed aside by Lin Yu.
The breathtaking scenery he’d only glimpsed through frosted glass was now unveiled before him in full splendor.
......
Late at night, 11:30 PM.
Lin Yu returned to his room, brimming with satisfaction.
Though they hadn’t gone all the way,
it was now firmly on the agenda.
And thanks to this round of "restraint,"
Lin Yu had indulged himself quite freely.
Aside from the cupping marks,
Auntie Qi Meng now bore several "strawberry seeds" planted by a diligent little farmer.
When life gives you joy, savor it to the fullest!
Back in his room, Lin Yu approached Huang Feirong from behind.
The queen of risqué jokes was so engrossed in her online gaming world that she didn’t even notice him.
"Tap tap tap... BANG!"
"Tap tap tap... BANG!"
"..."
Even from a distance,
Lin Yu could guess exactly what game she was playing.
Poor new keyboard—
before enduring the torture of coding,
it had already fallen victim to the chaos of Dance Revolution.
Huang Feirong played with wild abandon,
pausing only to take a swig of cola between rapid keystrokes.
"Perfect combo! Success!!"
"Yao Yao, this new hubby you found for me is loaded!"
"This computer, this setup—freaking amazing!"
She shouted into the mic,
the static-filled feedback buzzing in Lin Yu’s ears.
The noise was too garbled to make out Yao Yao’s reply,
but Huang Feirong’s reactions gave him a rough idea.
"Oho, so I can’t call him hubby now?"
"What’s that supposed to mean? You claiming him for yourself?"
"Hey! Tell me—did you two hit it off?"
"How was it? Did it feel good?"
Lin Yu stood behind her: "..."
He’d originally planned to tap her shoulder to announce his return,
but after hearing this,
he found himself reluctant to interrupt.
Might as well listen a little longer...
......
(Bonus chapter delivered! Updates will continue tomorrow—hope you’ll keep supporting through Saturday, Sunday, Monday...)
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