The Magical Collaboration Between Sheng Sheng and the Senior

"If a woman truly loves you, she'll instinctively want to have your child."

Chen Yusheng had heard this saying long ago, but hearing it was one thing—believing it was another.

It probably wasn't true, right? After all, some people just naturally disliked children.

That’s what Chen Yusheng used to think, especially since she herself fell into the "not a fan of kids" category. But after meeting Su Bai, her mindset underwent a sudden shift.

Now, she couldn’t help but daydream about raising a family with him someday.

"Miss Chen, your reservation has been processed," Su Bai teased in a robotic AI customer-service voice. "In that case, you’d better start working on your health—hit the gym, or else how will your body keep up when the time comes?"

"Good point!"

The mention of this gave Chen Yusheng a headache.

Physical fitness had always been her weak spot, and she absolutely loathed exercise.

As the two chatted about their bizarrely whimsical future, Su Bai’s phone pinged with a notification.

Wan Xinyan had prepared a fruit platter and was bringing it in for them.

Soon enough, Wan Xinyan, dressed neatly in her maid outfit, entered carrying an oversized tray of fruit.

She instinctively sniffed the air—a subtle motion that Chen Yusheng’s sharp eyes immediately caught, making her cheeks flush.

After all, what had just transpired between her and Su Bai wasn’t just evident from the traces left on the couch… the lingering scent in the room was equally suggestive.

Wan Xinyan didn’t comment, though. She simply smiled at Su Bai.

"Su Bai, you must be exhausted. Have some fruit."

"You too… Why did you cut so much? You and your sister should have some as well."

"Oh, don’t worry. We kept another plate for ourselves. This is all yours."

With that, Wan Xinyan swiftly exited the study.

The entire interaction passed without much exchange between her and Chen Yusheng—just a polite nod and a brief meeting of eyes.

"Maybe it’s just me, but… Yusheng, you don’t seem to get along too well with the Wan sisters, do you?"

"Yeah, a little."

After a pause, Chen Yusheng added, "It’s not that I dislike them. We just don’t have much in common."

"But you don’t have that issue with Senior Zhou Jialu, do you?"

"True!" Chen Yusheng’s expression turned slightly odd. "Maybe because I met her as my roommate right at the start of the semester? She always felt like an older sister—kind of like a ‘big boss’ type."

Su Bai found the "big boss" description quite fitting.

Zhou Jialu might act gentle and sweet around him, but at her core, she was fiery and sharp-tongued—especially with outsiders. A single glare from her almond-shaped eyes, paired with her razor-sharp comebacks, could shut anyone down in seconds.

As if summoned by their conversation, Zhou Jialu knocked and entered right then, carrying a plate of beef jerky.

"Hey, junior. You and Yusheng must be hungry after gaming. Have some meat~"

She cheerfully placed the jerky next to the fruit platter.

The setup vaguely reminded Su Bai of a nightclub scene—just add a few cans of Budweiser, and the vibe would be complete.

Glancing at the fruit, Zhou Jialu remarked casually, "You don’t really like eating fruit at night, do you? Especially after… well, after physical activity."

"Exactly. I’d much rather have something savory right now."

"Hehe, see? I know you better."

Su Bai detected a faint whiff of rivalry in Zhou Jialu’s tone—though he couldn’t be sure if he was imagining it.

Truthfully, Su Bai wasn’t particularly attuned to the subtle power plays between girls.

Back in high school, there’d been a small clique of socially active, trendy students—the so-called "popular crowd."

They’d once tried to recruit him.

But after a brief interaction, they quickly gave up.

He just wasn’t their type.

For instance, they were obsessed with designer sneakers, scoffing at domestic brands as "too lame."

Su Bai, on the other hand, couldn’t care less. Comfort over clout, he figured.

And while those kids thrived on layered subtext—every sentence packed with ten hidden meanings—Su Bai’s straightforward, easygoing nature made him a terrible fit for their mind games.

So now, rather than overanalyzing the Wan sisters’ behavior, he simply watched as Zhou Jialu lingered with the beef jerky, clearly in no hurry to leave.

"Senior, why don’t you join us?" he suggested.

"Join what? I don’t play games…"

"We’re done gaming. Now it’s relaxation time. Hmm… Yusheng, you can give me a lap pillow. Senior, you sit on the other side of the couch and massage my legs."

…What?

Was this even allowed?

Chen Yusheng and Zhou Jialu exchanged glances, mutual confusion flashing in their eyes.

But the hesitation was brief.

Soon, they both nodded in agreement.

Zhou Jialu genuinely missed Su Bai and wanted some closeness, while Chen Yusheng felt she’d monopolized him long enough—it was only fair to let the senior have her turn.

Under Su Bai’s request, despite their lingering reservations about sharing intimate moments with him in the same room (it was new territory, after all, and felt a little strange), they found a way to rationalize it. If Su Bai wants it, then…

As for Su Bai himself? This was pure spontaneity.

Having explored each girl’s unique quirks individually, he figured it was time to mix and match their traits—creating entirely new experiences!

For example: Chen Yusheng loved giving him lap pillows, especially when he lavished praise on her black-stockinged thighs. Meanwhile, Zhou Jialu, drawing from her butler-training courses (and her habit of enrolling in random skill classes), specialized in making Su Bai feel like he was at a luxury spa without leaving home.

Combine the two? Heaven.

And indeed, with both S-tier beauties in position, it took less than five minutes for Su Bai to…

…fall asleep.

Well, it couldn’t be helped.

Chen Yusheng’s natural fragrance—reminiscent of lavender fields—had a soothing, sleep-inducing effect.

And Zhou Jialu’s foot massage, with its perfect balance of gentleness and pressure (unlike the bone-crushing techniques of blind masseurs that left people howling), lulled him into dreamland at record speed.

Watching Su Bai’s breathing grow steady as he slipped into deep sleep, Zhou Jialu whispered to Chen Yusheng:

"Yusheng, let’s talk strategy."

"What strategy?"

"We need to divide Su Bai’s National Day holiday between us—leave no openings for others."

"Others? Who do you mean?"

Zhou Jialu smirked without answering.

After a beat, she explained, "Rumor has it the girls from the anime club are trying to lure him in. Jiang Qiuran’s in that club too. They probably want him to go to a comic convention with them—and afterward, there’s talk of renting a villa for some wild afterparty. Sounds terrible for his health, don’t you think?"

"…You’re absolutely right."