Sang Li lazily slept in until high noon when the sun was beating down on his bed before waking up.
Jiang Xiucheng had already taken Jiang Yun out for a morning run, returned, and then spent two hours working out in the home gym. When he pushed open the master bedroom door and walked inside, he was not wearing a shirt, having only roughly wrapped a bath towel around his waist.
Crystal-clear water droplets slid down the man’s still-damp hair, landing on his clearly defined, muscular shoulders and neck.
Because he had just finished exercising, the muscles in that area were still pumped, making them look both fleshy and substantial.
A soft, fluffy lump of futon on the bed squirmed, and Sang Li poked his head out with sleepy, tousled eyes, reaching out his wicked claws like some kind of hibernating little animal: “Let me touch it, let me touch it!”
Without a second thought, Jiang Xiucheng covertly flexed his muscles to make them look a bit more prominent, sat down casually at the edge of the bed, and whispered seductively right into Sang Li’s ear: “Little pervert.”
Sang Li didn’t have an ounce of muscle on his own body.
He naturally possessed a metabolism where no matter what he ate, he never gained weight, coupled with a tendency to be lazy. At the moment, he was happily petting his husband’s abs, closing his eyes: “So comfy, feels so good to touch.”
Jiang Xiucheng scooped him straight out of the bed and into his arms, thoroughly taking advantage of him from his feet all the way up his legs and waist, before planting a kiss on Sang Li: “Do you love your husband?”
“I love you!”
Sang Li climbed all over his husband using both hands and feet. After being thoroughly kneaded and rubbed, he finally woke up a bit, poking his head around: “Eh, where is my phone? It was right on the bedside table yesterday.”
Jiang Xiucheng passed the phone back to Sang Li’s hands from behind: “There were harassing calls this morning. I took it outside so it wouldn’t wake you up.”
“Oh.”
Sang Li innocently believed him, sitting in Jiang Xiucheng’s arms and leaning against those sturdy muscles while playing a little round of Candy Crush. Suddenly, a WeChat notification popped up.
He froze, and his good mood instantly evaporated.
Jiang Xiucheng had his arm wrapped around Sang Li’s waist, resting his head against the side of Sang Li’s neck, with his solid, long legs enclosing Sang Li’s slender thighs so intimately that even their feet were pressed together: “What’s wrong?”
Sang Li pressed his lips together: “Your mother is telling me to go back to Switzerland with you this trip.”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiucheng seemed to hesitate for a moment as well, his lips brushing against Sang Li’s ear: “Then do you want to go?”
Sang Li did not want to go.
And he didn’t want Jiang Xiucheng to go either.
Although the Jiang family’s earliest fortunes were made domestically, that had been a very long time ago. With historical upheavals, the Jiang family first went to Singapore, then to the United States, and finally settled down in Switzerland.
The Jiang family’s ancestral graves were also over there.
Soon it would be the grand annual day of ancestral worship. Although Jiang Xiucheng usually could stay behind in China with him, he generally always went over for occasions like this, not to mention his mother was also over there.
Even though the mother and son didn’t have a close relationship, in a family like theirs, besides blood ties, there were also business interests, so they still had to maintain social contact.
Sang Li rarely met Jiang Xiucheng’s mother, knowing only that back then when Jiang Xiucheng married him, the entire Jiang family had fiercely opposed it. But there was no helping it. This was the Jiang family where Jiang Xiucheng called all the shots.
So the two of them still managed to stay together smoothly, and in the blink of an eye, so many years had passed.
Sang Li got goosebumps all over just thinking about Jiang Xiucheng’s mother speaking in a gentle Suzhou dialect while chattering away endlessly, and he shook his head back and forth like a bobblehead: “Not going, not going, I’m not going! You.”
Feeling a bit wronged, he sullenly tugged at the bath towel around Jiang Xiucheng’s waist, originally intending to act spoiled and ask his husband if he could skip going too.
As it turned out, even though he only gave a light tug, the bath towel on Jiang Xiucheng’s body slid down with a swish, instantly exposing everything underneath.
Including the little husband who was nodding respectfully and saluting him with a flushed, dark-red face while drooling.
Sang Li: “.”
Sang Li instantly forgot what he was about to say. Terrified that Jiang Xiucheng would take him again early in the morning, he gave a great leap and scrambled right out of his arms: “Your bath towel is defective!”
Jiang Xiucheng leaned over with an utterly brazen expression, effortlessly trapping Sang Li: “Is that so? Obviously, it is Liuliu who has a craving.”
“I am not craving at all! I am already very full!”
Sang Li thrashed and struggled like a little fish for a moment, turning soft with a reddened, angry face: “Not allowed, not allowed. Wuwu.”
By the time the sun dipped below the river, her husband had finally finished giving Liuliu a proper bath.
An exceptionally spacious massage recliner was placed near the floor-to-ceiling balcony in the master bedroom, upholstered in Italian calfskin. The massage mechanism and placement had been personally discussed by Jiang Xiucheng with the chief design team, specifically custom-made according to Sang Li’s waist-to-hip ratio and skeletal frame.
Jiang Xiucheng carried the drowsy Sang Li and placed him on the massage recliner, but refused to dress him in any proper clothing, only laying down a silk bedsheet underneath him.
The massage recliner operated silently, with only the occasional mechanical hum of its internal components.
The sliding rollers moved upward or downward along his waistline, making the person on the couch look all the more like a sleeping beauty imprisoned within a castle.
Possessed exclusively by the evil dragon.
“Mhm.”
The massage spots were both sore and aching. Whining softly, Sang Li forced his eyes open to see Jiang Xiucheng kneeling beside him, patiently using his fingertips to massage body lotion into his skin.
All of Sang Li’s various personal care items were also single-handedly managed by Jiang Xiucheng.
His hair had various essential oils with different nutrients, his face had skincare products with diverse functions, and even his neck, shoulders, waist, buttocks, and legs had targeted products.
After finishing with his body, Jiang Xiucheng rested Sang Li’s legs over his knee, switched to another jar of lubricant with a different color, and applied it bit by bit.
With Jiang Xiucheng’s custom device pressing against his back, moving back and forth so that even his body lines twitched, while his legs were held firmly in front of him unable to move an inch, it was a thoroughly terrible posture.
Uncomfortably shifting his body, Sang Li reached out for an embrace: “Husband, clothes.”
Today’s grand feast came to an end.
With a hint of lingering regret, Jiang Xiucheng kissed Sang Li’s foot, stood up to pick out a very loose bathrobe to drape over him, and squatted back down: “Wait just a second, husband will finish taking care of Liuliu right away.”
The sunset’s radiance pierced across the river surface, spilling over Jiang Xiucheng’s handsome brows and eyes.
He hooked some of the grease from the white jar with his finger, applying it smoothly and neatly onto every single one of Sang Li’s toes, including his toenails.
Sang Li’s heart softened.
Although his husband seemed a bit too obsessed with that, and sometimes acted a bit perverted, her husband was actually a really good person.
And he hadn’t shrunk at all like Jiang Zhi said!
Jiang Zhi really was a bad guy after all!
Jiang Xiucheng finally finished rewarding himself, petted Sang Li’s feet for a little longer, and then stood up to clean himself up in the bathroom. Afterward, he came over, turned off the massage recliner, pulled Sang Li up, and wrapped him into an embrace.
“I’ll be back in about three days.”
Jiang Xiucheng said. “A driver will pick up and drop off Jiang Yun at school. Be a good boy at home, alright?”
Sang Li nodded: “Oh. Then can I go out to play?”
“Only with bodyguards, otherwise the front gate scanner won’t let you out.” Jiang Xiucheng lowered his head to nibble on Sang Li’s lips. He had an addiction to physical contact like this, as if he couldn’t control it. “Baby, if you go out alone, husband will worry.”
“Alright then.”
Having been kept at home by Jiang Xiucheng ever since he turned legal, Sang Li actually felt a bit too timid to go out by himself anyway.
He thought for a moment, stood on his tiptoes to take the initiative and kiss Jiang Xiucheng, and said in a sweet, milky voice: “Husband, come back early.”
“Mhm, husband loves you.”
After Jiang Xiucheng left, the house felt a little empty.
Sang Li sneaked a peek at the sleeping Jiang Yun, then returned to the master bedroom. Probably because he had slept too much during the day, he couldn’t fall asleep now.
So troubled.
Liuliu needs to find something to do.
Coincidentally, his phone buzzed with a notification from a Xiaohongshu blogger he used to follow, who had just posted a new update, an unboxing video of a brand-new Hermes bag.
It was just a bag, yet that blogger spent a good ten-plus minutes filming a vlog to explain just how high-level a VIP tier one needed to be to get on the waitlist for this bag, making it sound as extraordinarily precious and out-of-this-world as possible.
In the video, the blogger posed with the bag in every possible way, professionally shielding the lens from glare while repeatedly hyping up the rare leather, his tone oozing arrogance with a hint of mean girl energy.
Yet Sang Li owned several hundred such bags, with every single limited edition and designer private-order piece accounted for.
In fact, his bags were updated even earlier and faster than those of any celebrity or dignitary. He got to pick first, and whatever remained was passed down to the next tier.
Yet that blogger still reaped an overwhelming number of envious, jealous, and adulatory comments.
“What on earth is Orange’s family background?”
“I am tired of saying the word envy.”
“I want a bag, I want a bag, I want a bag! When will my sugar daddy be as rich and generous as Orange?”
“Orange, let’s go play poker on international waters next time? My sugar daddy promised to lend me his yacht once!”
Yes, Xiaohongshu’s recommendation algorithm was truly magical.
In this comment section, which gathered a massive crowd of illegitimate children, mistresses numbers three, four, five, and six, the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious and uniformly bootlicking toward the blogger, simply because he had secured a bag that many people couldn’t get their hands on right now.
Sang Li had never been praised by so many people before.
He hadn’t seen this many people in ages.
His vanity, which had quieted down over the past few days due to busyness, began to stir restlessly. Resting his chin on his hands as he lay flat on the fluffy carpet, Sang Li used his phone to register a brand-new account.
ID: A Little Lychee
Bio: Taken husband, One precious cub, Sharing, Self-improvement, Parenting, Documenting life through the lens.
After finishing his bio, Sang Li looked it over repeatedly and added the top-tier educational background Jiang Xiucheng had bought for him. Hmm, now his profile looked like a very mean account too.
Sang Li instantly felt he possessed the potential to make it big. Doing a kip-up from the carpet, he dashed straight into his walk-in closet.
Opening the wall lights behind the display case, he snapped a few quick photos of his entire wall of designer bags.
He quickly and skillfully applied a filter.
A Little Lychee: Husband bought this for me. Sneaking a pic while he’s away on a business trip. #shy #shy [photo] [photo] [photo]
Two hours passed, and there wasn’t a shred of traffic.
Undeterred, Sang Li went ahead and heavily purchased two promotional boosts for himself. As a result, the money was spent, but the traffic still didn’t come.
What on earth was the reason? Wasn’t he a genius little blogger?
Very unhappy, Sang Li closed Xiaohongshu and opened his chats. The luxury boutique manager politely invited him to the store to try out the new mini cakes, mentioning that some newly arrived jewelry had just hit the store, and if it was convenient for him, the manager could also bring models over for a private home visit.
Hmph, it must be that the people on Xiaohongshu had zero taste!
Clearly, this world revolved around Liuliu!
With a grand wave of his hand, Sang Li pre-ordered the entire new collection. Barefoot and dejected, he slinked back into the master bedroom, slapped on a sheet mask, and lay in bed playing childish WeChat minigames, eventually drifting off to sleep while gaming.
When he woke up again, it was past two in the morning. The reason he woke up was that his phone had slipped and smashed right onto his perfect nose.
The pain made tears well up in Sang Li’s eyes instantly. Wiping away big teardrops, he picked up his phone to call his husband. However, the moment the screen lit up, countless pop-ups and latest messages came flooding across the screen.
They were all from Xiaohongshu.
His phone, which never lagged, stuttered for a few seconds from being overloaded before finally opening the app.
Sang Li blinked in surprise, only to realize that the post he had uploaded earlier seemed to have blown up.
Hundreds of thousands of little red hearts and millions of views appeared on his dashboard, along with tens of thousands of comments continuously refreshing, while his follower count skyrocketed from zero to tens of thousands.
It was just that the comment section wasn’t particularly friendly.
“Which trophy wife is having a fever in the middle of the night again?”
“Please give me a pair of eyes that have never witnessed this kind of wealth gap.”
“Engagement farming, probably. Just plucked some net-pic from who knows where. Full of husband husband, lmao.”
“Trophy wife hi, trophy wife bye!”
Sang Li: “.”
This wasn’t the first time he had heard someone call him a trophy wife. The last time he had argued with Jiang Zhi, the guy seemed to have called him a trophy wife too.
Being cursed at didn’t feel very good.
Sang Li pressed his lips together and replied to the top-liked comment pinned right at the very top: “What is a trophy wife?”
Although the comment section was cursing him out fiercely, his direct messages were relatively better. Aside from about a hundred messages specifically sent by haters to curse at him, there were occasional friendly ones telling him not to mind others and that sharing one’s life was nothing wrong.
However, the moment Sang Li finished replying to that comment, a new message popped up in his DMs.
It was a brand-new account with no profile picture, and its IP was in the same city as his.
“Whore.”
Sang Li: “?”
Just as Sang Li was about to ignore it, that account sent another message, as if it could monitor his every move.
“Your husband isn’t home. Are you feeling itchy?”
Sang Li: “.”
Sang Li decided to block this kind of lunatic. Just as he tapped the spot to block without having time for the next step, the person quickly sent another message.
“Let big brother take a look at your pussy, big brother will pamper you.”
Sang Li: “.”