Chapter 55 "Can say 'Dad', can say 'Mom'..."
In Wen Jia's view, marriage is an unhappiness for women, perhaps because it is innate, or perhaps because she has witnessed He Lingyi's experience.
While her peers were getting married and celebrating the birth of their children, she only knew how to offer sincere blessings and never thought of doing it herself.
When it comes to relationships, she is a complete experiencer; she cherishes the process of being intimate with someone more than the outcome.
She had enjoyed the experience of lovemaking, and even if the ending wasn't what she wanted, she wouldn't feel any regret.
She did fantasize about having her own family, a soulmate, and a child born of love. Like most people, these fantasies seemed beautiful in her mind. However, whenever she thought about them, they were accompanied by pessimistic thoughts that made her retreat.
"Don't joke around, Xu Shaoting."
“I’m not joking,” Xu Shaoting’s eyes seemed to hold a trace of sadness, hurt by her subconscious retreat. “Don’t you want to marry me? We can have a baby, a baby that can call us Dad and Mom, and raise it together. The baby’s eyes will be like yours, and it will be very beautiful. Don’t you think that would be wonderful?”
She hesitated.
Of course she felt wonderful. To have a child with him was something that others would envy, perhaps from the moment the child was born.
She even imagined in her mind that whether it was a boy or a girl, their noses and personalities should all be like his.
But she knew that was too idealistic.
Before they could get married and have children, there were countless obstacles and hurdles to overcome.
If he came from an ordinary family, perhaps she would still have the confidence to overcome the challenges together with him. But he was born into such a prestigious family. If she married him, she would have to shoulder the responsibility of being the future mistress of the Xu family, face countless scrutinizing eyes, and deal with countless rules and constraints. She knew all too well the price involved.
Shen Zhiyun won against her; she was right. Marrying into the Xu family meant having to give up something.
It wasn't that she was unwilling to make sacrifices, but she felt that at least they should wait until both of them had truly stood the test of time before talking about sacrifices.
But even if she could really let go.
How will Xu Shaoting overcome the hurdle of his father?
This was a mental barrier that appeared countless times in her mind. Whenever she thought of Xu Shaoting's father's face and deep voice, she would be so frightened that she would back away, making her afraid to think about their future.
"Your father might not agree with us."
Whether he agrees or not is a separate matter from whether you want to. As long as you say you do, nothing else matters.
“Chairman Xu, you are a businessman,” Wen Jia smiled casually. “You business people should be the most knowledgeable about calculating input and return, and the most pragmatic, right?”
He almost lost his inheritance rights just because he wanted to break off his marriage with Shen Zhiyun. She couldn't imagine what he would need to invest, sacrifice, or give up to get his father to truly accept her, nor did she want him to give up.
He should be like the clouds in the sky, the snow on the mountaintop, a powerful figure who reigns supreme for life.
Xu Shaoting squinted at her, let out a barely audible sigh, and expressed unprecedented disappointment.
She still wouldn't give him the answer he wanted, afraid to utter that word.
"I'm not here..." He didn't finish his sentence before Wen Jia stopped him with her finger.
He gazed at her quietly. "Wen Jia, have you ever, for even a moment, thought about wanting to be with me forever?"
"I've thought about it!" she said firmly. "Of course I've thought about it. But what you think about is different from reality, isn't it?"
He understood what she meant, nodded, and looked away. "Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, I won't force you."
Wen Jia nestled obediently back into his arms. "Let's not talk about this now. We'll talk about it when the time is right, okay?"
He knew he had asked at the wrong time, too early.
He was always a man who planned things slowly and methodically, but for some reason, when facing her, he always had an urge to secure his gains.
“Okay,” he kissed her, “I promise you.”
The curtains in the RV were drawn.
Outside the car door, Xu Yitang and Yu Kaiqing pressed their ears against the window to eavesdrop.
"What's going on? There's not a sound at all? I thought my sister-in-law was going to throw a tantrum."
Seeing that she couldn't figure out what tricks Xu Yitang was up to, Yu Kaiqing gave up and grabbed Xu Yitang's arm, ready to confront him.
"What...what do you mean?" She had reason to question him, but the person opposite her was, after all, the second young lady of the Xu family, and she didn't have complete confidence. "Hidden on the film set for so long? On purpose?"
Xu Yitang casually tossed her hand away, "Hey, Sister Kaiqing, stop attacking me," she chuckled twice, her coercive expression exactly like her older brother's, "Otherwise, I'll tell him what you said about my older brother liking to play around with female celebrities."
The power of status always outweighs everything else. Looking at the girl in front of her who was a few years younger than herself, Yu Kaiqing's attitude instantly reversed. She smiled and said, "Relax, relax, just kidding."
Xu Yitang reveals his identity as a spy, but all he wants to do is be a fan of the brother and sister-in-law couple. He pulls Yu Kaiqing along and presses his ear against the window again.
After listening for a while, the two of them both frowned.
Why does this sound so off?
"Why do I hear things like islands... racing... Caribbean... North America...?" Xu Yitang asked incredulously.
"...I heard it too."
"Why are we talking about this?!" Xu Yitang stamped her foot in frustration.
Inside the RV. Wen Jia pestered him, wanting to get back the bedtime story she hadn't received last time.
"I want to hear about the island and the racing. Tell me about it, okay?"
"Not filming anymore, miss?"
"We're taking a lunch break now."
What do you want to hear?
"Hmm..." She thought for a moment, "Where is the island you want to buy?"
"I want to buy three."
They're really rich.
She thought this to herself, but what she said aloud was something else entirely: "Three...that's so exaggerated. Then where's your favorite one?"
"Caribbean".
There he found everything he longed for: the sea, the wind, the trees, the clouds, the open space, the freedom, and the tranquility.
"You said last time that you wanted to go alone... right?" She said this deliberately, trying to escape from him.
Xu Shaoting chuckled softly, but for once, he didn't stop her from doing anything.
Seeing that he was unmoved, she quickened her pace until she was really about to get off him. Only then did he lazily stretch out his arm, put his arm around her waist, and pull her back onto him.
“I used to plan to go alone,” he said, keeping everyone in suspense, “but that’s changed now.”
"What has it turned into?" she asked innocently, her eyes sparkling.
"Now I want to take you with me, are you satisfied?"
She chuckled contentedly twice and nodded.
Xu Shaoting supported her waist and coaxed her, "I really want to take you with me. I want just the two of us to live there, where we can do whatever we want."
He had indeed imagined countless times in his heart that he and she would be on an island, raising a gentle pony together, just the two of them. He could cast aside the heavy shackles of being an heir, and she could shed the spotlight of being a star and simply be his woman, occasionally sailing on a yacht and sunbathing.
The days moved so slowly that all that remained were the ocean waves and my heartbeat.
Fantasy is always wonderful, or rather, it was wonderful until just now, before seeing her reaction to marriage.
Unfortunately, the bubbles he had built in his heart with fervent expectations and meticulous plans burst silently, one after another, as she hesitated to breathe.
Only a negligible, damp trace remained in the air.
It turns out he also has fantasies. Before meeting her, he never imagined that such behavior would happen to him.
Even a pragmatic and down-to-earth man like him can have fantasies and wants a future with her.
There are so many possibilities for the future.
As he thought about this, he gradually drifted off into thought, his hand unconsciously touching her face, his brows slightly furrowed, and a hint of sorrow about to overflow in his eyes.
Wen Jia covered his large hand with her other hand and waved it in front of his eyes before he was brought back to his senses.
He concealed his emotions and smiled at her. "Would you like to come with me? To a small island just for the two of us."
“I do,” Wen Jia kissed him first. “Now that we’ve talked about the island, let’s talk about racing. When did you start racing?”
Around twenty years old.
"You're still studying at university in the UK, right?"
"Um."
Once a person broadens their horizons, the ways they seek stimulation are always bizarre and outlandish. During his years studying at university in England, he met all sorts of people: those who were involved in prostitution, those who were addicted to illicit affairs, and those who gambled away fortunes and never looked back. There were also people who wanted to recruit him, but he remained aloof and never got involved.
Only racing cars could satisfy him; he was obsessed with the feeling of having speed in his hands and teetering on the edge of losing control.
"Have you been injured?"
“Injuries are inevitable,” he said, gently stroking her hair. “There’s a saying in this industry: you can only choose between life and the accelerator.”
Her chest heaved, as if she were in pain for him. "Tell me."
"It was a terrible tragedy."
"I want to hear it."
"The car went out of control, crashed into the guardrail, and caught fire," he said simply and casually.
But the reality was far worse than he described in a few words—ten thousand times worse.
He was lucky that time, he escaped death and spent half a month in the hospital before fully recovering.
Just imagining him in a car accident made her nose sting and her eyes well up with tears. "Were you injured? Are you scarred?"
"On the arms and back."
"How come I've never seen this before?"
“It’s been many years, and it’s faded a lot; you can hardly see it anymore,” he finally said with a meaningful expression. “You haven’t seen it, but you’ve caught it.”
"Why would I scratch your scars..." Wen Jia retorted blankly, until she saw his amused expression, then bit her lip and playfully hit him, "You rascal!"
After hitting him, she realized she had hit his arm and felt even more sorry for him. "Does it hurt?"
“When you grabbed me, it didn’t hurt. But when I was in the car accident,” he said without any emotion, “it hurt.”
What does it feel like? It's like your bones are being crushed, every inch of your skin is being burned in flames. After a while, the pain subsides, and you feel nothing anymore. It's like your soul is floating away, coldly watching the body.
"But I like it very much."
He spoke calmly, as if he were simply describing his liking for a car or a watch.
"What do you like?" She stared wide-eyed in disbelief. "Do you like pain? Or something else?"
"Yes, I like pain."
She frowned, and the tears welled up in her eyes even more.
"I forgot to tell you before, besides freedom and excitement, pain is one of the few things that makes me truly feel alive."
Pain was one of the few feelings that could not be planned, could not be faked, and was entirely his own. That tearing clarity allowed him to break free from the numbness of daily life and confirm that he was still a human being with flesh and blood.
"Actually, at the moment of the crash, I even thought that if I never woke up again, it would be good, I would feel relieved."
The possibility of completely breaking free from all constraints and returning to absolute silence held an almost tempting attraction for him at that moment.
A single, scalding tear soaked the left side of his shirt. Wen Jia, tears streaming down her face, pressed her lips to his, preventing him from uttering any more cruel words.
It's so strange. Even though all of this is in the past, and he is right here in front of her in perfect condition, why does she still feel a more lingering and slower sense of disintegration?
She felt as if she were overwhelmed by a huge wave of fear that she had almost lost him forever, and she belatedly realized that it was lingering fear.
"You're not allowed to say that," she shook her head wildly, tears already streaming down her chin, "I won't let you say that..."
She pressed herself against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, with only one thought swirling wildly within her.
"I won't allow you to say that, I won't allow you to say that..."
The tone was reproachful, but because she was crying, she lacked authority, like a cat that hadn't learned to hiss.
Her tears were always so intense; watching them, his heart felt like it had been struck by a heavy hammer.
"Don't cry, I'm perfectly fine now." He kissed her eyes, her long, wet eyelashes trembling gently beneath his warm lips.
She suddenly felt that the man in front of her was terrifyingly unfamiliar.
How did you manage to be so objective in stating that you are fascinated by pain?
How can one calmly face the fact that their life has been taken away?
A chill ran down her spine, and for a moment only one thought remained in her mind.
Fortunately, he is of good character and has a firm moral bottom line.
fortunately…
"You're not allowed to say things like that again," she said stubbornly, deliberately refusing to look at him.
"Yes, that was my thought before I met you," Xu Shaoting patiently comforted her. "I'm right here now, so why are you crying so sadly?"
"Because I'm imagining you losing your life."
“From now on, when I have to act in a crying scene, I’ll just imagine that I’m losing my life, and I won’t imagine that we’re separated.” He blurted out.
The entire RV was silent for a few seconds.
"What...what are you saying...do you know what you're saying?" Wen Jia couldn't believe what she was hearing, and the tears she had just stopped flowing again. "Neither of these two things is something I can accept. Neither can replace the other. Why can't I imagine us being separated, but you're allowed to imagine you losing your life? Why?"
She asked almost urgently.
Xu Shaoting didn't think; he just said it instinctively. He paused for a moment before realizing what he had said, and then smiled faintly.
"I'm sorry, I was judging you by my own standards. Maybe it's because in my subconscious, what I can't accept more than losing my own life is being separated from you."
Wen Jia felt as if her soul had been struck a heavy blow; she trembled and gasped for breath.
"Are you crazy, Xu Shaoting? Do you think your life isn't important to me? What makes you think I'd bear to imagine you losing your life?"
The floodwaters began to overflow, and the tears flowed even more fiercely than before.
"I was just telling the truth. I'm not afraid of losing my life; I'm more afraid of us being separated."
She listened, sobbing, unable to utter a complete sentence. The mere thought of it drove her mad. She buried her face in his neck, shaking her head repeatedly.
"You're not allowed to speak anymore. I don't want you to lose your life. You're not afraid of losing it, but I am... Have you ever thought about what I would do if you lost your life? Can you bear to make me imagine it?"
She hurriedly cupped his cheeks, her movements awkward, and looked at him intently to confirm his presence.
She would look at him for a while, then bury her face in his neck, and then look up at him again for a while.
Xu Shaoting opened his mouth, about to speak, but was interrupted by her tearful voice.
"Stop talking... I don't want to hear it... I don't want to hear a single word..."
She shook her head as she cried, struggling to breathe.
Seeing that she was almost out of breath, he patted her back gently, saying, "It's my fault, I won't say anything more."
Wen Jia didn't know how long she cried; perhaps she cried until all her tears ran dry before she stopped.
In the end, only the occasional twitch of the shoulder remained.
But he kept muttering, "Don't say it anymore, those words are unlucky."
He noticed the slight sway of the curtains in the RV window and smiled, "Okay, I won't say anything more. Don't cry, someone's watching."
Before the two people could react, the RV door was suddenly opened.
Wen Jia walked down the street, braving the cold wind.
Yu Kaiqing and Xu Yitang both jumped suddenly, quite frightened.
Wen Jia, her eyes red, glared at them. "What are you doing here? Stealing?"
Yu Kaiqing pulled Xu Yitang and quickly ran back to the film set.
I heard a man's footsteps behind me.
Xu Shaoting draped a down jacket over her shoulders, put his arm around her shoulder, and led her into the film set.
"Do we need to film that scene again?" he asked.
"No need, we got it in one take," she said, a little embarrassed. "Could it be that Yu Jianshan saw you there and was too scared to film?"
“You underestimate him. If he would stop filming just because I'm here, then he wouldn't be Yu Jianshan.”
The lunch break wasn't over yet. People squatted in twos and threes by the machine, holding their boxed lunches and shoveling food into their mouths. Some were so tired that they just collapsed and took a nap on the spot, wrapped in their cotton-padded coats.
The few people who were idle saw the two people come in and started calling out "Teacher Xu Dongwen" enthusiastically.
Song Yanlin looked up and saw her making a 'shh' gesture, with the man's arm around her waist.
His gaze lingered on Wen Jia for a moment before turning to Xu Shaoting.
Xu Shaoting caught that gaze almost instantly. He slowly lifted his eyelids to look back, as if silently assessing the other person's background.
His gaze was even more dangerous than when he looked at Shen Zhiyun.
In the afternoon, they started filming the scene between Song Yanlin and Pan Yunwen. It was a simple interlude scene, and overall it went smoothly. Wen Jia watched from the sidelines while reading the script.
Hsu Shao-ting didn't stay on set the whole time; instead, he went back to his RV to handle official business.
He didn't step out until evening, when Wen Jia's scenes were being filmed.
The only thing that comforted him was that this scene wasn't between him and Song Yanlin or any other man, but between her and Pan Yunwen.
Pan Yunwen plays Feng Yingxue's younger sister, Feng Zhuqiu, in the play.
She was a new actress, and Yu Jianshan was a little worried, so he stubbed out his cigarette, which he had only smoked a third of, and started explaining the scene to the two of them.
Pointing at Wen Jia with the script, he said, "The emotions in this scene can't rely on big movements; they all come from your face, especially your eyes. I want to see your gaze. Look at Zhu Qiu, your sister. You have love in your heart, you feel reluctant to part with her, and most importantly, you feel envy because she's healthy and can move freely, even a hint of jealousy. But you quickly suppress this jealousy, turning it into a deeper sorrow. Because you know you don't blame her; you only blame fate. So your eyes need to convey this level of emotion. Now, let me see you do it once."
Wen Jia turned her back and pondered for a while. When it came to the scene where she had to cry, she inexplicably remembered what Xu Shaoting had said. Tears welled up in her eyes without her noticing.
Yu Jianshan was puzzled. "Your tears didn't come until the very last scene. You cried too early. Think about it again. You should also control your breathing a little. Imagine the feeling of having to use all your strength to breathe in just a little bit of air. It's a subtle feeling that makes the audience feel like they're holding their breath for you."
After speaking, she turned to Pan Yunwen, "Yunwen, the role of Zhu Qiu is all about you. You are the healthy one, so your pain lies in your powerlessness and your guilt. You see your sister like that, you want to take her place, but you can't. You want to stay, but life pushes you to go. Your emotions are outward, but not in a loud, wailing way. Your tears can well stay in your eyes, you can hold them back. If you control the details well, they will be more powerful than tears. For example, your body language, your hesitation, when you go over to hug her but don't dare to use force, you need to let the audience feel that kind of love and pain that makes it hard for you to breathe."
"The interaction between the two of you isn't in the lines, but in the tension in your eyes. One of you struggles to look up, the other hesitates to look down. It's in the silence that it's most touching. Remember, you're sisters, you're family, you have a deep bond and understanding, so you don't need to say many things. You can know what the other is thinking with just a look."
He took a breath and said, "We'll shoot these kinds of inner, subtle things. Of course, I'll also coordinate with the camera language, understand? Okay, go and get ready."
...
The camera slowly zooms in, bringing us to the final scene of the play, where there are no lines.
Feng Zhuqiu ultimately did not hug her sister, fearing that a tentative embrace would shatter their last shred of strength. She simply gazed at her sister intently, as if trying to etch her image into her soul, before resolutely turning and leaving.
The door was gently closed with a heavy, restrained thud, completely isolating the two sisters from their world.
In the empty room, only Feng Yingxue remained, along with the cold, indifferent light streaming in from the window. All the struggles and clamor seemed to have subsided.
The camera focuses on a close-up of Feng Yingxue. A single tear struggles to escape from the corner of her eye, which is almost unable to move, and slides down silently, leaving a cold, wet trail.
It was as if she were the last faint ripple in her fight against this frozen world.
Yu Jianshan should have yelled "cut" long ago, but he didn't. Instead, he squinted and kept watching the monitor, extending the scene beyond its proper length.
Two minutes later, he felt a chill run down his spine for the first time in his film career, and then he spoke, calling it the end.
His eyes were already misty and wet. Looking at the female lead on the monitor, a sentence someone had once told him suddenly flashed through his mind—
Wen Jia carved out her own path by relying on her crying scenes.
He didn't believe it before, but now he believes it without a doubt.
At 9 p.m., filming officially wrapped up.
Wen Jia habitually walked towards the crew's business vehicle, but before she could get in, Xu Shaoting grabbed her and pulled her back, shoving her into the Rolls-Royce, and drove straight back to the hotel.
She's been sick these past few days. He says he can't bear to touch her, but that's only because he can't bring himself to actually touch her. His hands are still restless and ruthless.
They euphemistically call it, "Sweating it out will help you recover faster."
Afterwards, seeing that she was completely satisfied and slumped limply in the sheets, he gently patted her buttocks and said, "Go take a shower."
Hold me.
Since he arrived, she has become unusually lazy, needing to be served water, makeup removal, and bathing.
"It's just a few steps, miss."
"I'm sick and I can't walk a single step."
"..."
He glanced at her speechlessly, "You should spend less time with Xu Yitang. You don't learn anything good, but you've certainly improved your skills at being a liar."
This time, she was more relaxed. "Then tell me, what's so good about your little sister?"
Xu Shaoting was speechless for once. He simply bent down, picked up the naked woman, and carried her to the bathroom.
At the same time, the elevator doors on the top floor of the Manjia building slid open silently.
The first step was taken by a pair of pointed stiletto heels.
The woman wore a smart white fitted suit with wide-leg pants, and her long, black wavy hair swayed slightly with her steps.
The heels clicked on the marble floor.
The hotel manager in the corridor saw her and immediately stood at attention, bowing respectfully as he greeted her: "Hello, Ms. Xu, what brings you here today?"
She didn't answer, but raised her chin and asked directly, "Is my brother inside?"
The manager truthfully replied, "Yes, Mr. Xu."
Xu Yishu smiled knowingly.
Although she does not hold real power in the group, she has absolute say in the group's businesses.
Manjia, as one of the most prominent brands under Tianxu, was highly favored. In its early years, Xu Yishu personally managed it on the front lines for five years. Only after the business expanded to the whole of Asia did she step back from the forefront.
Therefore, she had a close eye on everything the hotel did.
Manjia has an unspoken rule among its top management—
On the top floor of each store, there are always four or five executive suites that are not open to customers and are for private use only.
She had heard from Andy, the vice chairman of Manjia, two weeks ago that "a female celebrity has moved into the young master's suite."
She dismissed it, not thinking much of it. "Xu Yancheng? Are you kidding me? He just swore to me a while ago that he wouldn't date for five years, let alone a female celebrity?"
Andy: "It's the eldest young master."
Xu Yishu clicked her tongue, "...Well done, big brother."
She had originally planned to visit this sister-in-law in person, but then she thought that Xu Shaoting was not here and it would be too abrupt, so she held back.
Until yesterday, Andy came to report that the eldest young master himself had moved in.
She couldn't wait any longer. Being based in Hong Kong, she immediately flew back to the mainland to visit her elder brother and sister-in-law in one go. A win-win situation.
She rang the doorbell hurriedly, and after half a minute, the man opened the door.
Xu Shaoting stood lazily with his hand on the door frame. He showed no surprise at all, as the brother and sister hadn't seen each other for nearly half a year.
"Good evening."
His tall figure almost blocked all the spring light from entering the room.
“Late…” Xu Yishu looked him up and down.
His collar was neat, his cuffs were tidy, and his suit pants were crisp, giving him a respectable appearance. Yet, she couldn't quite tell whether he was a well-dressed gentleman or a beast in human clothing.
The languid look in her eyes gave her an intuitive feeling that her older brother had definitely not done anything good.
She glanced instinctively into the room. "Did I come at the wrong time?"
"No."
"What were you doing just now? Why did it take you so long to open the door?"
"bath."
Xu Yishu glanced at him again. His shirt collar was neatly trimmed, and not a single button was undone. "...Take a shower?"
Xu Shaoting remained expressionless. "I didn't say I was washing myself."
Xu Yishu understood immediately, but still had to pretend, "Is your sister-in-law here too?"
"Stop pretending." He glanced at her. "What brings you here?"
She cleared her throat. "I've come to inspect."
"You're neglecting Hong Kong and coming to Feiyungang for an inspection? If I remember correctly, the last time you came was six years ago." Xu Shaoting casually crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. "Isn't this place under Andy's jurisdiction?"
"..."
Xu Yishu was taken aback for a moment, then lowered her voice, "I've come to visit my sister-in-law."
Xu Shaoting glanced back inside. "It's not convenient today. We'll arrange for you to meet formally in a while."
She smiled maliciously, "How far has it progressed?"
"They've brought up the topic of marriage."
Xu Yishu: "...?"
Before she could even process this bombshell news, she heard a soft female voice from the bathroom, tinged with a hint of coquetry, "I don't have slippers, come and hug me..."
She assumed it was just another manager delivering something to the room and that they had already finished and left, so she shouted without any restraint.
Xu Shaoting was surprised that Wen Jia would speak up. He paused for a moment, which was rare for him. When he came to his senses, he was about to close the door and shoo the guest away, but it was too late.
Behind them, they could hear a woman stepping out of the bathtub, water still clinging to her skin.
Perhaps she couldn't wait any longer, so she came out first.
Xu Yishu looked over instinctively and saw a woman wrapped in a bath towel.
Her hair was wet, but even from a distance, it couldn't hide the radiance of her face.
Her exposed shoulders were slender yet not bony, with dazzlingly fair skin, and her calves were long and thin. Even though they were covered by simple fabric, her beautiful figure was still evident.
Absolutely perfect from head to toe.
Manjia changes its spokesperson every year, and she has signed at least 800 to 1,000 celebrities.
It was only at this moment that she realized that not only is there a barrier between ordinary people and celebrities, but the barrier between celebrities is even thicker.
As Wen Jia walked, she complained softly, "Shouldn't the sheets be changed? I don't want to sleep on wet ones..." Before she could finish, she caught a glimpse of someone else at the door and turned her gaze there, her words abruptly ending.
Before she could even gasp, Xu Shaoting had already covered Xu Yishu's eyes with his hands.
Calmly reassured her, "My sister."
Wen Jia almost fainted, but she didn't dare to. She immediately went to bed and tucked herself under the covers. "Why are the ways your two younger sisters make their entrances so unique...?!"
Xu Yishu was indeed shrewd. Upon seeing the person, she immediately admitted her mistake, saying, "It seems that the timing of my visit today was not very good. Please give my regards to your sister-in-law."
She turned to leave, then, as if remembering something, cleared her throat and asked, "Should I send two cleaners to stand guard at your door tonight?"
Xu Shaoting chuckled, "What?"
Xu Yishu winked at him meaningfully.
"Change the sheets."
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