Jeans and Childhood Memories

On the way back home after filling their stomachs, Su Bai finally had the leisure to admire the jeans up close.

As usual, Wan Xinyue was driving in the front, while Wan Xinyan and Su Bai sat in the back. The two exchanged glances for a moment before the girl suddenly let out a crisp, melodious laugh and playfully threw herself into Su Bai's arms.

"Su Bai-gege, I really hope this kind of life can go on forever~ Being your little maid for eternity~"

"Won’t you get tired of it?"

"Not at all, as long as Su Bai-gege doesn’t get annoyed."

"Of course I won’t." Su Bai said with certainty. He truly meant it—he wasn’t the type who needed constant change to stimulate his life.

A calm and leisurely rhythm suited him best.

Generally speaking, it’s those who can’t stand staying at home who constantly seek thrills, and even if they become wealthy, such personalities tend to grow eccentric or spiral toward some form of self-destruction.

At the end of the day, contentment is a rare and excellent trait.

If possible, Su Bai hoped the Wan sisters could remain his little maids forever. Money wasn’t an issue for him, and as they grew more familiar with each other, a unique and precious bond would form.

A big shot always needs a few trusted confidants, after all.

Su Bai lowered his gaze to admire the jeans. When seated, Wan Xinyan’s thighs pressed tightly together, full and plump, perfectly complementing the snug fabric.

Perhaps she was trying to offer him something fresh? After all, the two of them usually preferred white stockings.

A change of style now and then was nice.

"So, gege, do you like it?" Wan Xinyan inexplicably seemed a little impatient, tugging Su Bai’s hand toward her as if urging him to test the feel.

It wasn’t that she was being overly flattering—Su Bai’s hands were truly something else.

Under the influence of the "Emperor" skill, any girl who had experienced Su Bai’s touch would inevitably fall in love with the sensation.

"I like it, but I’d prefer it if you sat on my lap."

"Okay, okay!"

At Su Bai’s prompting, Wan Xinyan turned sideways and settled onto his lap. This was one of Su Bai’s favorite ways to interact with the Wan sisters—since they were petite, even playing around like this in the car left enough space.

It was like handling a life-sized doll.

After savoring the moment, Su Bai offered a sharp critique: "Gives me a nostalgic childhood vibe."

"Eh? Why childhood memories?"

"Because back in kindergarten or elementary school, the kind older teachers who doted on me always wore jeans. It was a convenient and stylish choice for work back then. They all loved wearing them. Only difference is, back then, I was the one sitting on their laps. Now it’s the other way around."

"Su Bai-gege was always popular, huh…"

"Not really. I think adults liked me more. Peers were just… meh. Maybe I was too abstract."

Su Bai’s temperament wasn’t exactly the most sociable. To put it bluntly, he was lazy when it came to maintaining messy interpersonal relationships.

Deep down, he also had a penchant for absurdity.

So in a way, these girls with their distinct personalities actually suited Su Bai’s tastes better.

"I see~ Hehe, your peers were probably just jealous of you, Su Bai-gege!"

As they chatted, Wan Xinyan gradually fell silent—due to their positioning, Su Bai instinctively buried his face against her.

The advantage of a well-endowed girl was undeniable.

It was like basking in the joy of a bountiful harvest.

For a while, the only sounds in the car were soft, fragmented breaths.

Wan Xinyan’s head spun dizzily. From the moment they set off until the car stopped, Wan Xinyue considerately refrained from disturbing them.

Meanwhile, while enjoying himself, Su Bai experimented with applying reverse-causality therapy on Wan Xinyan.

Activate the skill, then instantly cancel it. Activate again, cancel again…

Sigh.

Too much Dark Souls.

Wan Xinyan’s body was in excellent shape—after all, she was into aerobics. As everyone knew, a certain wealthy man exclusively sought out aerobics girls, proving that the activity indeed produced healthy, energetic beauties.

Su Bai was merely testing the skill’s alternative applications.

And he actually stumbled upon a trick—if he activated and canceled it rapidly, the target wouldn’t react at all, but Su Bai could still glean insights into their physical condition.

Wasn’t this just like an old Chinese doctor taking a pulse? As long as there was physical contact, it worked.

Canceling was the right move.

Just as Su Bai was feeling smug, Zhou Jialu called him.

She said she’d made a fruit tea following her hometown’s recipe and asked when he’d be back.

"We’re already in the underground parking lot. We’ll be up soon."

"Got it~ Hehe, I can’t wait for you to try it, xuedi!"

Su Bai nodded approvingly. Come to think of it, Zhou Jialu really was cut out to be a housekeeper—she genuinely loved fussing over household matters.

This was what made a home feel like home—returning each day with the anticipation of whatever new surprise Zhou Jialu had cooked up.

Wan Xinyan was slightly annoyed. Damn it, she could’ve snuggled with Su Bai-gege a little longer in the car.

She had every reason to suspect Zhou Jialu had timed that call on purpose.

Housekeepers and maids inevitably competed for their master’s attention.

Their daily, subtle power struggles were just part of the routine.

That said, Wan Xinyan didn’t feel particularly threatened. She could tell Zhou Jialu was smart—just like her and her sister. They all knew the boundaries of their rivalry.

Working with intelligent people was always comfortable.

Su Bai-gege really had an eye for talent.

……

"Seems like it actually works. Reversed for real—big white goose!"

Holding the fruit tea with a straw between his lips, Su Bai walked into the study and saw Chen Yusheng gaming.

"Wait, how are you so energetic already? This afternoon, you were exhausted, saying you’d probably be bedridden till tomorrow."

"Because your massage really worked!" Chen Yusheng glanced at Su Bai, visibly invigorated. "My physical condition might actually improve!"

"Not ‘improve.’ That technique just eliminates ailments. You still need to exercise."

"Don’t wanna! No exercise!"

The moment exercise was mentioned, Chen Yusheng threw a childish tantrum. She was hopeless at sports to begin with. If forced to move, she believed the exertion from watching anime with Su Bai was more than enough—anything beyond that was just rude.

Su Bai, however, kept pushing. "When we go work out with Xia later, you’re coming too."

"Why drag me along? You two are already in perfect harmony…"

"Wouldn’t a trio be even better? You know how Xia is—proper and reserved. Sometimes she needs help loosening up. You’d be perfect for broadening her horizons."

"……"

Chen Yusheng froze for a second before bursting into laughter. "What kind of nonsense is that?! You make me sound like some kind of woman!"

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