Volume 1, Chapter 23: Wanqiu Panics

"Seventh Senior Sister, there are so many people around, what are you doing?"

Yan Fengjia cried out in frustration, clutching his pants tightly.

"What's the matter? Back in prison, during those times when your internal fire was at its worst, you didn't seem to care about who was watching, did you?"

Inside the car, Gusu Yanrou sat on Yan Fengjia’s lap, her crystal earrings glinting in the dim light.

"Fengjia, don't tell me you’ve never had an episode of that fire. Who helped you then? Was it her?" Gusu Yanrou pointed toward Yan Qiluo, who was sitting in the driver's seat.

Yan Qiluo’s face remained mechanically cold, as if to say that as long as her master desired it, she could oblige anywhere, at any time.

Yan Fengjia suddenly recalled something. He remembered being at home that day and truly feeling sick. He had dreamt of Qin Wanqiu, her brows slightly furrowed, tears brimming in her eyes, biting her red lips as she endured a state of temptation.

"Could it be... that it wasn't just a dream, but something that actually happened?"

Before Yan Fengjia could contemplate it further, Gusu Yanrou had already begun tugging at his belt.

"Seventh Senior Sister, don't do this," Yan Fengjia said, pushing Gusu Yanrou into the corner with a serious expression.

"Hmph, you must have some wild woman on the side. Fine, if you don't want to be touched, then don't be. I’m not that desperate anyway," Gusu Yanrou said, crossing her long, snow-white legs and folding her arms. "Let's go, I'm tired."

Yan Fengjia let out a sigh of relief. "Yan Qiluo, drive. Let's go home."

They soon arrived at the old Yan family residence.

"Seventh Senior Sister, remember, don't tell my father what I’ve been through. I don't want him to worry."

Gusu Yanrou frowned. "I’m not very good at dealing with old people. If I say something wrong, you have to remind me."

"Is that Fengjia?" Just then, hearing the noise outside, Yan's father walked out, leaning on his cane.

Yan Fengjia was about to greet him with a smile when Gusu Yanrou rushed over like a gust of wind.

"Uncle Yan, good evening! You look so hale and hearty. I’ve heard Fengjia mention you before; he said you are his most important relative."

"Oh, you must be Fengjia's senior sister. Hello, hello! Sorry to trouble you to come all this way to see him. Come in and sit."

"Uncle Yan, let me help you."

Yan Fengjia was left standing there, bewildered. *Wait, isn't this the person who said she wasn't good at dealing with old people? Why do I feel like the extra one here?*

"Girl, this guest room was tidied up for you by Wanqiu. Please don't mind the simplicity; that brat Fengjia is right next door, just order him around if you need anything."

"Thank you, Uncle Yan. You should go get some rest."

"Alright, I'll leave you young people to chat. This old man won't ruin the atmosphere." With a wave of his hand, Yan's father returned to his room.

"Fengjia, I’ve brought some bedding for your senior sister. The air is quite damp here at night," Qin Wanqiu said, walking over with a quilt in her arms.

"Thank you, Sister. Let me help you." Seeing Qin Wanqiu, Gusu Yanrou’s expression turned peculiar. As she helped Qin Wanqiu spread the bedding—a task the latter wasn't very skilled at—Gusu’s cunning eyes scrutinized Qin Wanqiu intentionally or otherwise.

Qin Wanqiu had a pear-shaped figure. Gusu Yanrou couldn't help but glance at her own hips, then back at Qin Wanqiu's. *Is this scale of beauty even possible for a human?*

Her thighs were incredibly fleshy, so much so that even in silk stockings, they created soft, undulating curves. Yet, because of her height of 1.73 meters, she possessed a unique, quintessentially Eastern grace.

"Sister, you are so soft," Gusu Yanrou couldn't help but stroke the arm of Qin Wanqiu, who was bent over making the bed. *My goodness, is she made of water?* Even Gusu Yanrou felt a touch of envy.

Qin Wanqiu, being introverted, had never encountered such behavior. She recoiled, ticklish, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Sister Yanrou, you’re teasing me. I’m just a woman who does manual labor, and I’m already twenty-seven—faded and past my prime."

Gusu Yanrou shook her head. "Sister, your figure and skin are perfectly maintained. What man wouldn't be attracted to that? No wonder that little bastard Yan Fengjia was so distracted when he came to pick me up."

"Huh?" Yan Fengjia, standing at the door smoking, was baffled. *What does this have to do with me?*

Qin Wanqiu waved her hands awkwardly. "Sister, stop joking. You two chat; I'll head back now."

Qin Wanqiu hurried out with her head bowed, looking guilty. Yan Fengjia noticed that ever since Gusu Yanrou arrived, she hadn't dared to look him in the eye, as if she had done something wrong.

*Could it really have happened that night...?* Yan Fengjia frowned, watching Qin Wanqiu’s curvaceous back as he fell into deep thought.

"Still staring?" Gusu Yanrou sat on the bed with her legs crossed, hands braced behind her. Her hourglass figure was on full display, the sexy curves exposed to Yan Fengjia without the slightest inhibition.

"Seventh Senior Sister, it's getting late. You should get some sleep; I’ll be going." Seeing the wolfish glint in Gusu Yanrou’s eyes, Yan Fengjia turned and walked away in a panic.

"Don't want to consider sleeping here with me tonight?" Gusu Yanrou teased, raising an eyebrow.

"No, thank you." Yan Fengjia's voice faded as he retreated.

Gusu Yanrou shrugged. Never one to wear clothes to bed, she stripped down completely and lay on the bed. She took out her phone, snapped a beautiful, suggestive, and sexy photo of herself in bed, and sent it to the group chat.

*Seventh Senior Sister Gusu Yanrou: So annoying. Little Fengjia’s bed is so small, we can’t both fit properly. I’ll just have to hold him tightly all night.*

The group chat exploded instantly.

*Sixth Senior Sister: ??? You’re at Fengjia’s house?*

*Third Senior Sister: Ahhh! I’m coming back to the country! Get off Fengjia’s bed immediately, that’s my spot!*

*Fifth Senior Sister: Number Seven, I’m warning you, keep a low profile. Once I finish my national concert tour, I’m coming to take over your position. Behave yourself tonight!*

In the next room, Yan Fengjia watched the barrage of messages on his phone, his mouth twitching. He wanted to explain, but found no room to interject. *Two women are a drama, let alone seven?*

"Whatever."

Yan Fengjia tossed his phone onto the nightstand. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard soft sobbing from next door.

"Sister-in-law?" Yan Fengjia’s brows knit together. He was certain it was Qin Wanqiu crying. Recalling that he might have truly done something with her that night, he walked to her door.

"Sister-in-law, are you asleep? It’s me, Yan Fengjia."

"What’s wrong? Is something the matter? I’ve already gone to bed; let's talk tomorrow," Qin Wanqiu’s voice came from inside.

"Sister-in-law, there are some things I need to discuss with you. Could you please open the door?"

The door opened a crack. Qin Wanqiu’s eyes were red, yet she still managed a smile. "What is it?"

"Can I come in and talk?"

"Ah, is that appropriate?" Qin Wanqiu looked flustered. But after a moment of hesitation, she opened the door wider and let Yan Fengjia sit inside.

"That night... I had a dream. I dreamt about you and me. I want to know if that was really just a dream."

Qin Wanqiu’s body trembled, her gaze shifting in panic. "I..."

"It’s true, isn't it?" Yan Fengjia’s gaze was intense. Before Qin Wanqiu could respond, Yan Fengjia suddenly slapped himself across the face.

The sound was sharp and loud, startling Qin Wanqiu. She rushed over and clutched his hand tightly against her chest. "Fengjia, what are you doing? It was my own choice, it has nothing to do with you. I was worried you would blame me for taking advantage of your state."

"I saw you were in so much pain, your body was burning up, so I just..." Her voice grew quieter, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"It is I who am useless," she whispered. "If I hadn't failed to do proper market research back then, failing Father's trust, how could I have caused the Yan family to fall into such deep debt? And even though I’ve lived in the Yan house all these years, I... I’ve never given the Yan family a son or daughter. I am the one who has been freeloading."

Yan Fengjia frowned. "You never even met my third brother, never exchanged a word with him. It is the Yan family that has failed you, wasting so many of your youth years."

"Fengjia," Qin Wanqiu choked back tears, looking up. "Is that why you’re saying this? Because my presence makes things awkward between you and Sister Yanrou? Are you trying to drive me away?"

Yan Fengjia was startled and shook his head frantically. "Sister-in-law, what are you saying? How could I be that kind of person? Besides... I’ve done something to let you down as well."

"Then what do you mean by this?" Qin Wanqiu asked in fear. The Qin family had already disowned her; if she were cast out, she would truly have nowhere to go.

Yan Fengjia suddenly grabbed Qin Wanqiu’s hand. "From now on, can I call you Sister Wanqiu?"

"Huh?" Qin Wanqiu’s body trembled. Her hair tie slipped, and her cascade of black hair fell to her waist, looking exceptionally enchanting.

"You... you may do as you wish."

Qin Wanqiu trembled with fear. Instinctively, she wanted to pull away from his strong arm, but she found that Yan Fengjia was holding her even tighter. His scorching hot body felt like a furnace, making her legs go weak.

"Fengjia, why are you in Sister Wanqiu’s room?"

Suddenly, the door was pushed open with a bang, and Gusu Yanrou stood in the doorway.