Chapter 140 Self-reliance leads to abundance!
As she spoke, she began to sob softly.
His fate became exceptionally difficult after he fell in love with Song Juan.
With Song Zhan as his brother-in-law, who knows how much suffering he'll endure in the future.
Thinking of all this, Huang Ya, like a coward, hugged Song Juan and cried.
"Juan, I'm so heartbroken..."
The following words were punctuated by sobs, which Song Juan could not hear clearly.
She gently comforted him, "It's okay, I'll wash your clothes."
Shen Wanjun helped Song Zhan to the side and let him vomit until he was satisfied.
He patted him on the back and said, "Are you more awake now?"
Song Zhan nodded, and felt much better after vomiting.
"Then let's hurry back to the guesthouse."
Shen Wanjun supported Song Zhan, Song Juan supported Huang Ya, and Shen Kun walked alone behind.
The cold wind sobered him up, and he started to miss his wife.
The five people booked four rooms, with Song Zhan and Shen Wanjun each having their own room.
Song Juan's room was between Shen Kun's and Huang Ya's. Everyone was worried about her living alone, so they arranged a middle spot for her.
Shen Wanjun instructed, "Remember to lock the door at night."
The group returned to their respective rooms. The guesthouse rooms were quite luxurious and included showers.
Shen Kun washed himself quickly and then fell asleep on the bed.
After taking a shower, Song Juan was still worried about Huang Ya.
I put on my clothes, quietly went out, and knocked on the door.
Huang Ya was already half asleep when he heard the noise and opened the door.
"Shhh."
Song Juan made a shushing gesture, quickly slipped into the room, and closed the door.
"Dr. Huang, have you taken a shower?"
Huang Ya reeked of alcohol. "No."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Song Juan said irritably, pushing the person inside.
She heard the sound of water coming from inside, so she busied herself again, cleaning the house.
When Huang Ya came out wearing a bath towel, the room had been completely renovated.
Song Juan, holding a towel, said, "Let me dry your hair for you."
Huang Ya obediently sat on the edge of the bed.
After drying her hair, Song Juan got up to leave, but Huang Ya held her hand, reluctant to part.
"Juan, can you stay?"
"No." Song Juan refused decisively.
Huang Ya asked, feeling wronged, "Why?"
Song Juan said hesitantly, "We're not married yet, we can't...we can't do that."
Huang Ya: "What do you mean by 'like that'?"
"Stop pretending, you know that."
He just drank some alcohol, he didn't become an idiot, does it need to be said outright?
Huang Ya laughed heartily and crawled into bed.
He poked his head out again and assured her, "I'll let you go, I won't do anything to you."
He leaned closer and said, "Can't we at least kiss?"
Without waiting for Song Juan's reply, he pulled her into the bed and climbed on top of her.
He showered her with kisses, and Song Juan lay softly, responding to his touch.
Huang Ya kissed him to his heart's content, his mind completely clouded over.
But with the last vestige of his will, he stubbornly refused to go any further.
He held the person in his arms: "Sleep with me."
Song Juan neither refused nor agreed. After Huang Ya fell asleep, she quietly got up and left.
On the other side, Shen Wanjun pushed Song Zhan to take a bath.
Song Zhan grumbled and refused to go, clinging to her clothes and insisting that she wash with him before he would move.
Shen Wanjun couldn't resist his unreasonable behavior, so she smiled helplessly and had no choice but to give in to him.
The warm water quickly soaked the two of them, and a mist rose up.
The cramped space was instantly enveloped in humid heat, filled with a subtle, ambiguous atmosphere.
Song Zhan's drunkenness had mostly dissipated by this time, and his eyes were much clearer, but there was still a hint of coquetry in them.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Honey, let me rub your back."
Shen Wanjun's cheeks flushed slightly. She was about to shake her head when he attacked her without saying a word.
Surprisingly, his hands were exceptionally skilled, with even force and expert technique.
She scrubbed from the shoulders to the waist step by step, almost like a seasoned bathhouse masseuse in Northeast China.
Song Zhan's fingers, warm and damp, roamed lightly over her back.
Shen Wanjun completely relaxed and couldn't help but let out a very soft sigh.
She immediately bit her lower lip, feeling that this enjoyment was rather "undignified".
Song Zhan chuckled softly, his voice mingling with the sound of water.
He whispered, as if with a small hook, close to her earlobe, "Turn around and rub the front too."
Shen Wanjun's ears burned, but she forced herself to remain calm and snorted, "You're not trying to take advantage of me, are you?"
"Hey, you're my wife, I can take you however I want."
Song Zhan deliberately played a trick, lightly scratching her sensitive side with his fingertips, startling Shen Wanjun into shrinking back.
She almost slipped, but he reacted quickly, catching her around the waist and pulling her back into his arms.
Now, the two were pressed completely together.
The sound of a heartbeat could be clearly heard in the misty steam.
Song Zhan looked down at her, his eyes darkening.
The earlier banter faded, replaced by a deeper somber tone.
"careful."
His voice was a little hoarse, and his arms around her waist tightened, not letting go.
Shen Wanjun placed her hand against his chest, her face flushing even more.
"You...you let go first, and then take a proper shower!"
"I'm just taking a proper shower," Song Zhan said, feigning ignorance.
With his other hand, he slowly brushed away a strand of wet hair that was stuck to her cheek.
His fingertips "accidentally" brushed against the corner of her lips. "It's my turn."
Shen Wanjun glared at him, but her eyes were misty with tears, so her gaze had no intimidating power; instead, it seemed like she was both angry and charming.
"Self-reliance leads to abundance!"
"It's only right to reciprocate," Song Zhan insisted.
He buried his head in the crook of her neck and rubbed against her like a spoiled dog.
"Honey, you're the best."
His hot breath sprayed onto my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
Shen Wanjun's heart softened as he rubbed against her. "Then turn around."
Song Zhan cooperated. After Shen Wanjun finished rubbing his back, he turned around and said, "The front too."
Shen Wanjun looked up at him, then simply threw away the towel in her hand and covered it with her delicate white hands.
It wasn't that she was lustful at first sight; it was just that the handsome man in front of her was too alluring.
The water flowed down from above, vividly outlining his near-perfect physique.
Shen Wanjun's eyes widened in disbelief.
His hands wouldn't obey his commands, groping around aimlessly.
His feet were even more outrageous, getting closer and closer to Song Zhan.
He tilted his head back and brought his lips close to hers.
Song Zhan put one arm around her waist and pressed her against the wall.
His other hand roamed restlessly over her body, lingering all over.
Like a philanderer, leaving his mark everywhere.
After a night of commotion, Song Juan was the first to get up the next morning when the sun rose.
She knocked on each room door, offering a wake-up call service.
Shen Kun stretched, while Huang Ya was still a little dazed after washing up.
"What were we supposed to do today?"
Song Juan reminded her, "The report, we need to get my brother's report today."
Huang Ya slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, right."
Shen Kun leaned closer and asked, "Brother Huang, do you remember what you did last night?"
Huang Ya felt a sudden tension and unconsciously glanced at Song Juan.
He remembered that she urged him to take a shower last night. Could it be that they had already...?
Oh no! How could he be such a beast?
Seeing Huang Ya's brows furrowed, Song Juan came to his rescue, saying, "Uncle, you're bullying him again."
Shen Kun: "So you're protecting her already? Tsk tsk."
Huang Ya was confused: "Juan, what did he say?"
He doesn't understand.
Song Juan sighed silently. Well, it seems he's forgotten what happened last night.
But it's better to forget about it, at least it won't be awkward.
Song Zhan opened the door and greeted Huang Ya as usual.
The two seemed to have forgotten what happened last night. Song Juan and Shen Wanjun exchanged a glance, thinking that this outcome was actually quite good.
Shen Kun wasn't happy; it was a pity there was no good show to watch.
Upon receiving the report, Song Zhan stood in the corridor, somewhat nervous, and hesitated to open it.
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