Pool Party and Swimsuit Battle

Working in the service industry like Li Shuang, one must learn to read people.

Take Su Bai, for example. Unlike those lecherous nouveau riche bosses, he clearly had no shortage of beauties around him—his appetite was already sated.

Just look at these four girls—all so young, their faces brimming with youthful collagen.

Each one could easily be a campus belle.

In such a situation, trying too hard to curry favor would only backfire.

All Li Shuang needed to do was fulfill her duties as a villa manager, ensuring the guests experienced the pinnacle of luxury at Tianrong·Manju.

Having settled on this approach, Li Shuang led the group on a tour of the villa.

Su Bai had made the reservation that morning, and by now, all the facilities had been meticulously prepared—both inside the villa and outside, including the garden, private tennis court, and swimming pool.

Forget the garden for a moment; none of these girls had ever seen a private tennis court or swimming pool up close before.

Sure, they might have caught a fleeting glimpse while passing through a high-end neighborhood, but they’d never had the chance to experience it firsthand.

“It’s pretty hot today. How about we throw a pool party after sunset and have a barbecue on the lawn? That way, we can take care of dinner too!” Wan Xinyan was already cooking up wild ideas.

Truth be told, after gorging on rich, meat-heavy dishes at that countryside restaurant at noon, no one was particularly hungry.

Even Jiang Qiuran, who couldn’t handle spicy food, had devoured the McDonald’s Su Bai bought for her.

So dinner itself wasn’t the main concern—it was more about making the most of this ridiculously expensive villa with something flashy.

“A pool party? Sounds fun.” Su Bai nodded. “Alright, you and Li Shuang work out the details. I’m gonna take a shower and change into something cooler—been running around all day.”

This place was called Tianrong·Manju, and with “Man” in the name, it practically begged for a barbecue.

A perfect match, if you asked him.

With that, Su Bai left the girls and headed to the villa’s first-floor master bathroom for a shower.

The villa was enormous—just the bathrooms alone were a luxury.

According to the manager, villas like these were usually rented by high-ranking employees from major corporations for team-building retreats.

Listen to that phrasing—major, core, high-ranking!

Li Shuang really knew how to flatter.

The first-floor bathroom was the largest, and Su Bai couldn’t help but estimate its size…

Hiss—that line of thinking was getting a little too indecent.

Better focus on swimming for now.

After a relaxing soak in the tub, Su Bai lounged with a top-of-the-line iPad, catching up on shows.

Meanwhile, the girls settled into their assigned guest rooms.

What about the prime master bedroom on the second floor?

Naturally, it was Su Bai’s—after all, he was the one footing the bill for this 50,000-yuan-a-night lakeside villa.

Besides, everyone present deferred to him anyway.

They were all vying for his favor in their own ways.

A masterclass in feminine rivalry.

The pool party was just another battlefield in this silent competition.

After lingering in their rooms for a while, the girls, as if synchronized, all made their way to the third-floor walk-in closet.

Inside, basic spare clothes were provided—mostly loose loungewear, akin to the robes at a spa, just more upscale.

And then, of course, an entire rack of swimsuits.

Every style, every size, all laid out for the taking.

Clearly, the villa’s management wanted guests to enjoy the pool to the fullest.

So even though none of the four had brought swimwear, it didn’t matter!

Their eyes met, sparks practically flying between them.

“…I’ll take this one.”

Chen Yusheng grabbed a modest black swimsuit and quickly fled the scene.

This kind of cutthroat atmosphere wasn’t her thing.

Besides, wearing a swimsuit in front of others was already embarrassing enough for her.

When watching anime with Su Bai, she was anything but reserved—downright shameless, even.

But with other girls around, the socially anxious Chen Yusheng couldn’t handle it.

That left the Wan sisters and Jiang Qiuran.

At first glance, Jiang Qiuran seemed to be at a disadvantage—outnumbered two to one.

…Except she wasn’t.

As a natural-born childhood-friend-turned-green-tea expert, she thrived in these kinds of mind games.

This was her comfort zone, her domain!

“Hmm, I’d recommend you two pick bikinis,” Jiang Qiuran mused, tapping her chin.

“Why?”

“Because your figures are more… adorable. A one-piece might look a little off.”

“Ohhh~”

Wan Xinyan tilted her head with a sweet smile.

Tch, who does she think she is?

But the next moment, Wan Xinyan’s mouth fell open in shock.

Jiang Qiuran had already confidently selected a swimsuit—a ballet-inspired one-piece with lace-up details and cutouts, designed to accentuate a slender, toned figure.

In other words, it was the kind of swimwear that mercilessly exposed any flaws.

Yet Jiang Qiuran didn’t hesitate. She even pulled a curtain aside and changed on the spot.

“What luck—this size fits me perfectly!”

She twirled in front of the mirror, her doll-like proportions blending youthful sweetness with just a hint of allure, leaving the Wan sisters utterly stunned.

“Sis… compared to her, we look like a pair of potatoes,” Wan Xinyue muttered dejectedly.

“It’s not that bad… Don’t sell yourself short!” Wan Xinyan grinned, whispering in her sister’s ear, “She’s just photogenic. Guys actually prefer girls with curves! Sure, our legs are short, but we’ve got assets!”

In this world, standing out meant playing to your strengths.

So Wan Xinyan completely ignored Jiang Qiuran’s “advice.”

Bikinis? What a waste of their bountiful loli charm.

Su Bai was an anime fan, after all—his tastes were cultured.

So Wan Xinyan grabbed two S-size sukumizu—the classic Japanese school swimsuits seen in anime.

Simple navy-blue stretch fabric.

Once on, the sisters’ most prized features were showcased to perfection.

And since these were student swimsuits, their petite height only added to the appeal, with no awkwardness whatsoever.

“Hmph, let’s see whose body Su Bai can’t take his eyes off…”

But when the Wan sisters arrived at the pool, they found themselves alone.

No one else had shown up yet—who knew what they were up to?

Su Bai was still soaking in the tub, lost in his drama.

As for Jiang Qiuran? She’d gone back to her room to touch up her makeup.

Waterproofing was a must.

When it came to feminine refinement, Jiang Qiuran was second to none—she always looked flawless.