It was a partial success—but not entirely. While the deed was technically done, the experience wasn’t as smooth as Zhou Yuwen had hoped. Su Qing looked visibly uncomfortable, and Zhou Yuwen, out of genuine concern, couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt.
Afterward, they snuggled on the sofa, sharing soft kisses. Zhou Yuwen remarked teasingly, “Ah, youth is sothing else. You weren’t this tender when we were married.”
Su Qing pouted. “How could it be the sa? I’m way more tender now, aren’t I?”
Since things hadn’t gone perfectly, Zhou Yuwen suggested, “Maybe we should wait a couple of years. You might still need ti to, you know, fully develop.”
“No way! In two years, you and Zheng Yanyan could have a kid old enough to run errands!” Su Qing shot back, resolutely rejecting the idea.
Zhou Yuwen chuckled. “It’s not that dramatic.”
“I don’t care!” Su Qing insisted, her determination unwavering.
Zhou Yuwen sighed. “This is harder for
than it is for you, believe .”
“Ha!” Su Qing burst into laughter, her mood lightened. “You weren’t this ‘strong’ before. Eighteen really does suit you, doesn’t it?”
The playful banter continued until Zhou Yuwen, unable to hold back a mischievous grin, whispered a suggestion into Su Qing’s ear. Her eyes widened in shock, and she glared at him furiously. “Zhou Yuwen! Are you crazy?! Where did you even get that idea?”
“Yanyan’s tried it,” Zhou Yuwen teased with a smirk.
“I’m not Yanyan!” Su Qing huffed, refusing outright.
As the playful atmosphere took a back seat to her annoyance, Zhou Yuwen decided to call a pause. “Go take a shower,” he said. “After that, we’ll give it another try.”
Su Qing grumbled but eventually relented, heading to the bathroom. Despite her discomfort earlier, she was still elated. To her, this felt like a win—after so much ti apart, they were finally enjoying a day that belonged just to them.
Humming a tune as she showered, Su Qing thought about what fun they could have later. Wrapping a towel around her hair afterward, she admired herself in the mirror. Her body looked flawless, with a few faint “strawberry marks” left by Zhou Yuwen.
“Hmph, not bad,” she thought smugly.
As her gaze wandered, she noticed several strappy nightgowns hanging in the bathroom. They ca in various colors—red, purple, lace-trimd, and so with intricate patterns. Su Qing picked one up and held it against herself.
It was smaller than her size, clearly tailored for soone else. She didn’t need to think hard to guess who they belonged to: Zheng Yanyan.
Her mood soured instantly. Na-brand, too, huh? Zhou Yuwen never bought
such expensive clothes. But for Yanyan? Of course, he did!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. But soon, an idea crept into her mind, bringing a sly smile to her lips.
Su Qing picked out a purple lace nightgown. It was scandalously minimal, with spaghetti straps and side ties that left little to the imagination. She put it on, noticing how it clung snugly to her body due to its smaller size, enhancing her curves.
Admiring herself in the mirror, Su Qing twirled. “Hmph, I look way better in this than she ever could,” she muttered, her confidence soaring.
Satisfied, she walked out of the bathroom quietly and called softly, “Zhou Yuwen.”
He looked up from his phone and froze. “Why are you wearing Yanyan’s clothes!?”
Su Qing smirked mischievously and skipped over, climbing onto Zhou Yuwen’s lap. “Never mind that. Just tell —do you like it?”
Zhou Yuwen sighed, leaning back on the sofa. “You’ve flipped the script on , haven’t you?”
“These were always supposed to be mine,” Su Qing declared proudly. “So why can’t I wear them?”
“And besides, she’s already taken you from , so
taking this from her evens the score, don’t you think?” she added with a sly grin.
Zhou Yuwen couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t understand how your mind works.”
“Don’t bother trying,” Su Qing shot back with a wink. “The only path you need to figure out is the one on .”
Zhou Yuwen raised an eyebrow. “You weren’t this bold in our last life.”
“In our last life, I was the rightful wife,” Su Qing replied with mock indignation.
“And now? The mistress?”
“Hey!” Su Qing slapped his chest playfully. “You’re the bad one!”
The playful energy between them shifted into a lighthearted role-play.
“Oh no, Master! We can’t—what if the Madam finds out?” Su Qing teased, her tone feigning innocence.
“Don’t worry, Little Cui’er,” Zhou Yuwen replied, grinning wickedly. “If you follow , I’ll make sure you live a life of luxury!”
“Little Cui’er? No way! Call ... Liu Ruyan!”
“Liu Ruyan? Please, you’re more of a Pan Jinlian,” Zhou Yuwen joked, earning a playful smack.
Before their playful antics could escalate further, Zhou Yuwen’s phone buzzed.
“Damn it. Who’s calling now?” he muttered, annoyed.
Ignoring it, he sent the call to voicemail, only for the landline to start ringing—a rare occurrence.
Curious, Zhou Yuwen checked the caller ID. It was the property manager. Answering the call, he was greeted by an indignant voice:
“Zhou Yuwen! Tell the property staff to let
in! They’re saying I need your permission!”
It was Zheng Yanyan, sounding thoroughly frustrated.
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