Chapter 29: Beauty After Bath, Male Charm is Just as Captivating

“?” Wan Qing thought back: “You mean that girl who dared to introduce herself, the one with the round, pure-looking face…”

“Pure, my foot.” Yao Shanshan curled her lips, her gaze as if she saw through everything.

“I could tell with one glance she’s not simple. Back when I was surviving in the entertainment circle, she was still who knows where.”

Wan Qing’s small eyes widened round: “What do you mean?”

“It’s literally inviting a wolf into the house. I bet even big sister-in-law didn’t see it.” Yao Shanshan touched her belly, a bit proud: “No matter how smart a high-achiever is, if she hasn’t experienced society’s dirty dye vat, how could she possibly see through someone like that?”

“Then we have to warn big sister-in-law!” Wan Qing immediately turned to go back.

Yao Shanshan reached out and pulled her back. Warn what…

This circle had cases like that every year. Who didn’t want to climb into a wealthy nest? Wasn’t Shu Hui herself an example of such an “ascent”?

If that Xiu Yuan really succeeded, could Shu Hui still keep up her cold and aloof act?

Yao Shanshan just thinking about that scene already felt amused, so she stopped Wan Qing.

“Forget it, we don’t have any evidence. If we suddenly rush back and make noise, aren’t we just stirring up marital conflict? Aren’t you afraid big brother will skin you alive?”

“…I am afraid.”

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Late night, master bedroom in the bamboo house.

Shu Hui finished her bath, stepping out of the bathroom in a silk camisole nightgown, the soft satin clinging to her skin.

As a VIP client, she had a custom mannequin made of her measurements. Afterward, Amy herself brought gifts from the brand.

Among them were three silk nightgowns tailored exactly to her body. Comfortable, elegant, and very much to her liking—she had been wearing them every night these past few days.

Satisfied, Shu Hui had spent quite a bit more again. Anyway, Qin Yushen’s UnionPay black card was in her hand—just a signature at checkout.

Sitting down before the vanity, Shu Hui applied body lotion at leisure, waiting for the man to finish coaxing Qin Suining to sleep. Then she stood and walked to the bed, her cold face delivering an order: “Out.”

Qin Yushen: “…”

“Before, it was just because Ning Ning cried that we slept together. Don’t overthink.” His voice was faint, as he rose from the bed.

That dark silk sleepwear emphasized his broad shoulders, long legs, and stubbornness.

Shu Hui raised a brow, playing along: “That’s best.”

Lights out. Shu Hui hugged a pillow, preventing accidental hits against the sleeping child beside her.

The room quieted, dim light strips casting a gentle glow. The large bed was soft and comfortable. Drowsiness soon overcame Shu Hui…

Half-asleep, she felt the mattress sink, the faint sandalwood scent wrapping around her.

Instinctively, she burrowed into the man’s arms. Her mind muddled, unable to separate past and present, she pried open heavy eyelids a crack.

“Why did you come back so late? Busy at the company?”

Without waiting for an answer, she mumbled again: “We haven’t asked if Ning Ning likes the new school. Bo Yang is good, but it’s a bit far… What do you think?”

—Bo Yang…

The chest beneath her stiffened. Shu Hui, half-asleep, complained: “Don’t work out anymore. You’re too hard, not soft at all…”

Then she contradicted herself: “No, keep working out… otherwise, you’ll get a beer belly in middle age. You’re five years older than me… old… mm…”

Her words faded. Just before falling into full sleep, she seemed to hear the man’s low, husky murmur:

“The guest bed collapsed. I had nowhere else to sleep… You’re dreaming too, right?”

“…”

What collapsed bed… nonsense…

Shu Hui muttered twice, then truly drifted off. She dropped the pillow, wrapping arms and legs around the warm human heater.

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Early morning. A sliver of pale light bled into the sky.

Ring ring—ring ring—

The urgent ringtone shattered the bedroom’s quiet.

Annoyed, Shu Hui groaned, pulling the blanket over her head and burrowing against the man’s waist.

Too noisy! It wasn’t her wake-up time!

Whoever it was—courting death.

Qin Yushen was disturbed awake too. His body reacted immediately in a certain way.

Rubbing his forehead, he reached for the phone.

With his other arm, he tugged the blanket-covered troublemaker into the open.

“Not afraid of suffocation, huh?”

“So noisy, hurry up and answer!” Shu Hui snapped, refusing to open her eyes, swatting blindly at him. Qin Yushen tilted his head to avoid her slaps, sliding to answer the call.

Hands-free activated automatically. A man’s frantic voice blasted out, even louder than the ringtone:

“Shu Xiaohui! The fire’s at your eyebrows and you’re still sleeping? Not online, not checking messages—do I, a hermit living in the mountains, have to come and inform you of the latest news?!!”

The bedroom froze.

Qin Yushen, half propped on the headboard, his voice cold and husky with sleep:

“And you are? Calling my wife? She’s sleeping.”

“…”

“……”

The call fell into silence. Qin Yushen sneered, about to hang up.

Shu Hui, expecting this, reached out her slender hand to stop him.

“Give it here. Don’t hang up.”

His hand stilled, face darkening. That voice—he’d heard it in the living room before. The man who shamelessly claimed to be his daughter’s godfather. Dream on.

“I’ll count to three—two…”

Before “one” arrived, the phone was handed over.

Qin Yushen leaned back, waiting to listen.

But Shu Hui turned off the speaker, lifted the phone to her ear, her tone sharp and awake: “What happened?”

“…”

No sound came through. Qin Yushen’s face grew colder. He shoved the woman off his chest and stalked into the bathroom without a word.

Water began to run inside.

Shu Hui shot upright, clutching the phone.

“What did you say? Trending topic??”

Her sudden movement almost woke Qin Suining, who frowned in her sleep. Shu Hui quickly soothed her back into slumber and slipped out of bed.

On the other end, Sheng Yi rattled on: “For god’s sake, they’re tearing you apart on the hot search, and you’re there cuddled up, sleeping like a queen! That just now—was that Qin Yushen? Not impressive at all. Cold, stiff voice, horrible to hear!”

“Enough nonsense. I’ll check Weibo.”

She hung up.

The bathroom door swung open.

The man stepped out, only a bath towel around his waist, water droplets trailing down the ridges of his abs, vanishing into the V-line. His pale skin faintly flushed, damp hair clinging to his temples…

A beauty after bath, male charm equally bewitching.

Shu Hui stole several glances, her thumb tapping Weibo repeatedly but failing to click in.

Grinding her teeth, she grabbed a plush toy and threw it at him.

“Put some clothes on!”