Afternoon.
Chen Yusheng chose to sleep in the hotel—there was no way she could continue exploring the comic convention. Her stamina had always been pitiful, and after the morning’s activities and the anime-watching session at noon, she was completely drained.
Meanwhile, Su Bai began pondering a rather delicate question.
Jiang Qiuran had indeed shown up at the convention earlier. At the time, Su Bai had been surrounded by a flock of girls while fiddling with his camera, so their interaction had been limited to nothing more than a brief exchange of glances.
So, had Jiang Qiuran finally learned to behave?
Wrong.
Based on Su Bai’s understanding of her, this troublemaker was definitely plotting something—it was just a matter of time.
Sure enough, shortly after leaving the hotel, Su Bai received a message from Jiang Qiuran’s alternate account.
【ASUka: Da Bai, I’ve prepared a surprise for you. I’m in the hallway connecting the main convention area to Zone C.】
【Crispy White Goose: Not going.】
【ASUka: Come on~ You’ll definitely love it. I promise it’ll satisfy you, Da Bai~】
【ASUka: [Image][Image][Image]】
The moment Su Bai opened the images, his worldview nearly shattered.
Jiang Qiuran had sent him selfies taken on-site. The backdrop was the white wall of the hallway—since it led to an unused venue for the day, the area was likely deserted. And true to form, Jiang Qiuran had once again decided to flaunt her "destiny" at Su Bai.
The robe of the anime character Elaina was lifted up.
She was completely bare underneath!
【ASUka: Don’t worry, this robe is wrapped up tight. No one but you can see this, Da Bai. It’s a beautiful view reserved just for you.】
【ASUka: Don’t you want to come and play with me?】
【Crispy White Goose: [Transfer: 5,000 yuan]】
At that moment, in the secluded and silent hallway, Jiang Qiuran’s cheeks flushed as she stared at the transfer notification on her phone, her body trembling slightly for no reason.
Ugh, Su Bai was really… always so cold and ruthless, especially with this kind of transaction—it was downright humiliating.
But as the saying goes, some girls are just… hard to describe.
The nicer you are to them, the more they take you for granted.
On the other hand, someone like Su Bai, who never treated Jiang Qiuran as anything special, only drew her in more.
Of course, his financial status didn’t hurt either.
Even though Su Bai had completely ignored her at the convention… well, in the end, Jiang Qiuran just wanted some alone time with him. Even if the method was shameless, she got what she wanted.
About ten minutes later.
"Honestly, a petite girl like you shouldn’t wear oversized clothes like this. You look like a human specimen in some evil alien lab."
The first words out of Su Bai’s mouth when they met were perfectly on-brand.
It was like they were back in their high school days, bickering nonstop.
"What? Elaina is adorable! Don’t you think I resemble her?"
"Resemble her how, exactly?"
"Mischievous, clever, full of energy—"
"I’ll agree with everything except ‘clever.’ With a brain like yours, you’re better off just being my little ."
"You—! I-I already am, okay? Geez…"
Hearing Su Bai utter such explicit words, Jiang Qiuran shot him a sultry glance. After confirming no one was around, she took his hand and guided it to…
The act filled her with overwhelming guilt, as if she’d become the kind of girl who’d… well, no—she only served Su Bai, which basically made her his kept woman.
The two fell into a wordless understanding, the only sounds in the air being their breathing.
In the afternoon hallway, sunlight streamed in through the narrow high windows. The spot was completely hidden from outside view—utterly private and safe.
Su Bai had no intention of becoming fodder for some convention gossip thread.
To be fair, Jiang Qiuran’s quality was top-tier.
Like the freshest, juiciest mango, her texture was just right, offering Su Bai a whole new level of enjoyment.
As Jiang Qiuran’s breathing grew uneven…
Soon, she collapsed weakly onto her knees.
"Not bad. Keep it up."
With those parting words, Su Bai pulled out a wet wipe, cleaned his fingers, and walked away without a second glance.
His indifferent attitude only deepened Jiang Qiuran’s infatuation as she stared at his retreating figure.
"Ugh, Da Bai’s getting more and more like a domineering CEO… How did I never notice before?"
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The next morning.
Yesterday’s convention had naturally been irrelevant to Liu Chen'ang. She had no particular attachment to anime culture—at most, she’d watched a few classics like Detective Conan and Naruto.
Instead, Liu Chen'ang had spent the day lounging at home, watching a recording of an international racing event, attending a family-mandated dinner, and even squeezing in two hours of studying.
Honestly, she was surprisingly well-behaved.
In the chaotic world of rich second-generation kids, she was practically a saint.
Discipline was her motto.
What else could she do? With her fragile constitution, a lack of self-control would’ve spelled disaster.
The only area where she wasn’t exactly disciplined? Last night, before bed, she’d started thinking about Su Bai again.
And thinking about Su Bai led to… well, a little self-indulgence before sleep.
According to the old Taoist master her family had hired, as well as various doctors, young people shouldn’t engage in such activities—it damaged the body, especially for someone with her delicate constitution.
For years, Liu Chen'ang had endured.
But after her encounter with Su Bai, it was like a door to a new world had been opened.
And she just couldn’t hold back anymore.
On many a quiet night, she’d find herself…
It was frustrating. Logically, she knew Su Bai was right—about her life, about not suppressing herself too much. Putting on a front to appease her family was enough; in private, she should just be herself.
But years of ingrained teachings made her feel overwhelmingly guilty.
So she tossed and turned, overthinking until she finally fell asleep.
She dozed fitfully, even waking up once in the middle of the night.
By dawn, Liu Chen'ang had finally sunk into deep sleep.
…Only to be jolted awake by her father’s phone call.
"Get up. I’ve got time today—I’ll take you for a morning run. What kind of young person doesn’t exercise? Back in my day, I could do a five-kilometer weighted march without breaking a sweat. Look at you kids now, crying over a measly 1,000-meter fitness test—"
"…Dad, I’m still half-asleep."
"It’s 6:30! How are you not awake yet? When I was your age, I was up at 5:30 sharp, fetching hot water for my squad leader—"
"Okay, okay, I’m getting up! Just stop lecturing!"
Liu Chen'ang couldn’t take it anymore and begged her father to shut up.
Ugh, seriously… Morning exercise was good for health, but she was barely conscious!
Seems like parents of this generation just couldn’t comprehend the sleep schedules of young people.
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