Chapter 55 Wife, let me give you a massage

Sometimes.

Song Yinxi blurted out, then froze in her leather chair.

It actually exists!

"You're doomed! You've fallen for him!!" Min Xin slammed her hand on the table excitedly.

"It's over..." Song Yinxi murmured, "What about my dad?"

“But Uncle Song dotes on you so much, it’s not impossible that he might agree.” Min Xin changed the subject, trying to comfort her. “Besides, Herun’s acquisition of Changqing was eight years ago, and it was based on business considerations at the time…”

"Ugh, I don't know either!" She scratched her hair in frustration.

This is too difficult!

“No matter what,” Min Xin held her hand, “I respect your decision and will always stand by you. I support whatever you want to do!”

But she hasn't decided yet.

More accurately, she had no chance.

I'm so frustrated.

At the same time, soothing music flowed through the coffee shop.

Zhuang Weifeng and Lin Manni sat facing each other.

“Miss Lin, the truth is not as you say.” Zhuang Weifeng said seriously, “I believe Xixi.”

"If it's not like that, then what is it?" Lin Manni scoffed. "They announced it in front of all their friends. Zhuang Weifeng, you're the one who was kept in the dark. Your childhood sweetheart married your nemesis while you were away. If it were me, I definitely wouldn't be able to swallow this."

"She didn't," Zhuang Weifeng denied.

"No?" Lin Manni raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. "Could they be fake?"

Xi Xi said it was fake, and he believed her.

But the outside world knows nothing about this.

Therefore, he couldn't directly tell Lin Manni that Song Yinxi was faking amnesia, and then Duan Jinchi would take advantage of the situation and actually lie to Yinxi, saying that he was her husband.

Duan Jinchi, that shameless scoundrel!

"In short, please don't contact me again, Miss Lin. After they break up, it's your business who you pursue," Zhuang Weifeng said seriously.

Lin Manni keenly caught the word "separate," and asked, "Are you so sure they'll separate?"

interesting.

She had long suspected that there was something fishy about the sudden marriage between Duan Jinchi and Song Yinxi, these two notorious rivals.

It seems that not only Xie Shumo was unaware, but Xie Shuya was also kept in the dark.

What exactly are Duan Jinchi and Song Yinxi up to?

A marriage alliance? Absolutely not.

So that's a business collaboration? Eight years ago, Herun's attempt to acquire Changqing failed... Duan Jinchi condescended to act with Song Yinxi, mostly for the sake of the company.

She said it herself, Duan Jinchi couldn't possibly be so unfilial as to not even tell his parents about his marriage.

It turns out they had ulterior motives.

Lin Manni picked up her coffee and took a small sip.

The liquid, which had tasted bitter just moments before, now tasted somewhat sweet.

"Of course," Zhuang Weifeng replied decisively.

“Okay,” Lin Manni smiled, “then I wish you all your wishes come true.”

Zhuang Weifeng got up and left.

Lin Manni gazed intently at his retreating figure with deep, unwavering eyes.

Aside from his ambition for longevity, she couldn't think of anything else that could make Duan Jinchi compromise and play along with Song Yinxi in this charade.

As night deepened, Song Yinxi returned from her social engagements.

She casually tossed her bag onto the sofa, her gaze drawn to the project proposal on the coffee table—this kind of document was usually kept in Duan Jinchi's study, so why was it in the bedroom today?

What is he planning now?

"I think these projects are pretty good," Duan Jinchi's voice came from behind. "I lost to you in the last bidding, honey, want to compete again?"

Song Yinxi picked up the project proposal and flipped through it.

At first glance, it does look quite good.

Further investigation is needed to determine the specifics.

Duan Jinchi stood before her, his heart screaming: Song Yinxi, you…

Is the project proposal more attractive than him?

He wasn't wearing a shirt.

She was only wearing shorts!

See that?

Your husband is only wearing shorts!

I just finished showering, and my body is still steaming.

"Does your head still hurt today?" Duan Jinchi asked, his fingertips already touching her temples. "Sit down, let me massage it for you."

Song Yinxi was forced to sit down.

Duan Jinchi stood cunningly in front of her and bent down to massage her with both hands.

In this position, she couldn't even look at the project proposal; all she could see were her clearly defined abs.

"Honey, are you feeling better?"

Song Yinxi closed her eyes in relaxation, "It's alright..."

"Shall we continue?"

"Um."

Duan Jinchi chuckled, "When I say 'continue' while giving you a massage, you readily agree; but when I say 'continue' in bed, you whine and moan..."

She used to be the one teasing Duan Jinchi while driving, but since when has this guy surpassed her?

Song Yinxi slapped his abs.

Duan Jianchi's lips curled up. "I didn't use any force."

"As long as you're satisfied."

She refused to hit him and instead gently stroked him with her hand.

"Hmm~"

Duan Jinchi's Adam's apple bobbed, and he let out a sexy groan, "Baby, you haven't showered yet... is that okay?"

"Can't!"

"Hmm... then you can continue."

This kind of benefit is essential.

"Okay, okay, stop pressing it." Song Yinxi gently pushed him away and picked up the project proposal again.

A wicked smile flickered in Duan Jinchi's eyes. He was conflicted: he wanted to force Song Yinxi to reveal her hand, but he also wanted to continue the game.

To deal with a workaholic, you need to keep her tied down by her career.

These were high-quality projects that he had carefully selected; Song Yinxi couldn't possibly resist them.

Then she'll think, "There are benefits to staying by Duan Jinchi's side? Then I'll play along with him a little longer..."

Perfect.

"You'd be that kind?" Song Yinxi asked, waving the project proposal in her hand.

"You know I'm very competitive," Duan Jinchi said without changing his expression. "I wasn't satisfied with losing to you last time."

“You’re always the client, these projects are all about the contractor.” Song Yinxi looked him over suspiciously, lightly patting his abs with the project proposal. “So, what’s your purpose?”

No wonder she's his wife.

That's really clever.

"I just want to see who wins this time. The winner can make the loser grant one request, how about it?" Duan Jinchi grasped her wrist, gently rubbing his lips against her delicate skin, his eyes filled with a suggestive glint. "Wife, it's just between husband and wife, a little fun~"

A tingling, itchy sensation spread through my wrist, accompanied by warm breath.

"don't want!"

Song Yinxi, never be misled by male beauty.

"Why?" Duan Jinchi murmured softly, his lips still lingering on her wrist.

My wife's hands always smell nice.

"I bet you'll ask to get a new marriage certificate, but I'm not falling for that!" Song Yinxi chuckled.

Duan Jinchi feigned annoyance: "Sigh, my wife is too smart. You've seen through all my little schemes... In front of you, I feel like I'm completely naked."

Song Yinxi raised an eyebrow at him, "You weren't wearing anything to begin with."

However, she was wearing a flashy pair of shorts.

The Duan Jinchi who used to be all covered up in long sleeves and trousers is long gone.

"Yeah, we wear even less when we sleep, just our underwear flying off."

Song Yinxi scoffed: "You scoundrel!"

"Then wife, go take a shower," Duan Jinchi whispered in her ear, "I'm about to act like a hooligan."

Song Yinxi shook her neck: "I'm so tired."

"Huh? Lying down and enjoying yourself can be tiring?"

Song Yinxi: "..."

Speechless.

She put down the project proposal, got up, and headed to the bathroom.

Now she realizes deeply...

The man's former detached and indifferent demeanor was all an act; he was essentially a lustful fellow.

Considering his handsome face, good physique, clean appearance, and improved technique, and also because she had enjoyed herself, she... played hard to get.