As for Wanwan, she hadn’t been seen lately—rumor had it she was off filming, probably with some kissing scenes involved. The thought of it made Yan Chen feel disgusted.
After all, she’d been held and kissed by someone else, while his childhood sweetheart remained pure and untouched.
One was well-behaved and sensible, the other a gentle superstar—he wanted both.
What to do?
For the first time, Yan Chen found himself suffering from indecision. But no matter what, his immediate priority was dealing with An Xiaowei.
Missing Grandpa An’s funeral and getting scolded by An Wan had brought him nothing but bad luck lately. Thankfully, Jiaojiao was by his side, or he wouldn’t have known how to cope.
She was just a little girl, after all. If push came to shove, he could always slip her something and be done with it—teach her a lesson about crossing him.
The thought of the massive reward—ten billion—made his blood race. He’d never seen that kind of money in his life.
He was itching to ruin An Xiaowei.
“A-Chen, why aren’t you eating? Want me to feed you? Never mind, do it yourself.” Li Jiaojiao’s playful smile only made Yan Chen’s heart itch more.
Meanwhile, Ning Moqing returned with a plate of sliced oranges just in time to see An Xiaowei scrolling through her phone.
Her eyes flicked over the screen—and she froze.
An Xiaowei was looking at photos of men’s abs.
Unaware of Ning Moqing’s thoughts, An Xiaowei was busy inspecting the goods—photos Lin Zixuan had sent her.
Lin Zixuan himself had no idea what possessed him to send them.
His future sister-in-law seemed a little too… open-minded.
After reviewing them with a straight face, An Xiaowei sent Lin Zixuan a dissatisfied complaint.
“This won’t do. The male leads in novels have forty-eight-pack abs.”
Lin Zixuan: ==
“You’re thinking of corn cobs.”
An Xiaowei pressed on: “What about… lower down?”
Lin Zixuan: ?
Lin Zixuan: “That’s not something I can send.”
He suspected An Xiaowei was making inappropriate jokes—and he had screenshots to prove it.
Not that An Xiaowei had any dirty thoughts. She was just worried Lin Zixuan might be lacking in certain areas. What if her sister wasn’t satisfied?
What if he had a weak constitution and needed pills just to function?
Right?
As An Wan’s sister, she was going above and beyond in her concern.
“Stop looking. Eat.”
Ning Moqing fished out some lamb slices from the hot pot and placed them in An Xiaowei’s dipping bowl.
Just as An Xiaowei was about to nag Lin Zixuan some more, Ning Moqing sent her a picture.
Huh?
She tapped it—only to see a pitiful little dog being scolded.
Caption: No horny~
An Xiaowei looked up at Ning Moqing. Though she said nothing, her expression spoke volumes.
The last time someone called her a dog was… well, the last time.
She felt personally insulted.
“You called me a dog.” An Xiaowei glared at Ning Moqing, seething. “Fine. I’ll go die. I don’t want to live anymore.”
Ning Moqing didn’t react, so An Xiaowei prepared to make another scene—only to have a slice of orange shoved into her mouth.
Huh!
It was surprisingly sweet.
She chewed thoughtfully.
“I’ve decided to commit suicide by eating oranges.” An Xiaowei declared with full confidence.
“No need. I’ll mix you some rat poison when we get back.” Ning Moqing didn’t even blink.
An Xiaowei: …
What a vicious woman.
Despite her mischievous streak, An Xiaowei knew when to behave—especially during meals. She also kept an eye on her “disciple,” noting how Li Jiaojiao expertly played Yan Chen, keeping him hooked without letting him take advantage.
But happiness often led to overeating.
When An Xiaowei stood up from the couch, her waist nearly gave out.
Her bloated belly looked like she was carrying a big, fat baby.
“I’m stuffed. Can’t even walk.” She rubbed her swollen stomach—only for Ning Moqing to reach over and do the same.
The soft flesh jiggled slightly.
“Looks like twins.” Ning Moqing’s eyes sparkled with amusement.
An Xiaowei: …
“Stop joking. Let’s go home.” She coughed lightly, suddenly finding her feet less sore.
It had been a while since she’d enjoyed a meal this much. Hot pot for two was just right—comfortable and satisfying.
As they stepped into the elevator, Ning Moqing barely had time to speak before An Xiaowei let out a scandalous moan.
Ah~
Ning Moqing’s heart lurched, as if clawed by a kitten.
The elevator fell into awkward silence. Ning Moqing turned to see An Xiaowei’s teary eyes.
“You stepped on my foot.” An Xiaowei pouted.
Was this revenge for making her pay for the meal? Attempted murder?
No—foot-icide.
Meanwhile, Xu Ya, who’d lost her prey to Ning Moqing, was fuming. She dragged the receptionist into a corner, her expression stormy.
“What’s got you so worked up?” The receptionist looped an arm around Xu Ya’s neck and kissed her.
The heated contact sent shivers down Xu Ya’s spine.
“Don’t touch me. You’re filthy.” Xu Ya pushed her away.
Unfazed, the woman adjusted her half-open collar.
“Want to try drugging her? You’re just playing around anyway. Bring her next time—I’ve got some new drinks.”
Xu Ya scoffed.
“No way. I’m not that bold. Ning Moqing guards her like a treasure. It’s been ages since I’ve found a girl I actually like.”
“Tch. Just find a guy then. You spent so much in Thailand—wouldn’t it be a waste not to enjoy yourself?” The receptionist leaned against the wall, smirking.
“Screw off.” Xu Ya’s face darkened.
“Who the hell spreads this crap? I was born a woman.” She was genuinely annoyed.
People loved making up rumors. She used fake names when partying, but that drug… now that piqued her interest.
Maybe she’d try it herself.
“Fine. Give me the stuff. I’ll test it out.”
The receptionist sauntered off, returning with a small box from a male colleague.
“Here. Don’t lose it. If someone else finds it, things could get messy.”
“Tch. Obviously.” Xu Ya eyed the drug, a sly smile curling her lips.
“Next time I see someone I dislike… they’re done for.”
“You’re terrible. I love it.” The receptionist flicked Xu Ya’s smooth cheek, laughing.
“Save your charms for men. They don’t work on me.” Xu Ya had no interest in her—they were just friends.
But Xiaowei, her little darling… now that was a temptation she couldn’t resist.
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