“?”
“I said, there are toiletries in the room.”
“Oh, oh, oh~”
Second Master, could you be a bit clearer? You almost made her think something else!
Entering the master bedroom, Wanqing caught a faint scent of oud and cedarwood.
It was a cool, pleasant fragrance, just like the one Qi Yan carried.
It felt like walking down a romantic foreign street in the cold autumn or winter, wrapped in a long coat, with occasional drizzling rain brushing against the face—refreshing and invigorating.
Only after hiding her suitcase under the bed did she feel at ease enough to step into the bathroom.
Inside, clean toiletries were neatly arranged, along with makeup remover, cotton pads, sanitary pads, hair clips…
A small sense of satisfaction welled up in her heart.
Golden Pig Daddy is quite thoughtful!
One side of the walk-in closet held Qi Yan’s suits and shirts.
The other side, however, was filled with women’s nightgowns, lingerie, accessories… The more she looked, the more something felt off.
Then, glancing down at the floor, her smile froze at the corners of her mouth—
Women’s slippers.
And they were a soft pink.
A woman’s sixth sense instantly overwhelmed Wanqing’s mind, with all signs pointing to one conclusion.
A woman had lived in this house before.
Well hidden indeed. It seemed she wasn’t his only “collaboration partner.” No wonder his skills in bed were so good.
So good that she had almost believed someone could be naturally gifted and self-taught in that area.
The whole “aloof from women” act was nothing but a persona.
A tightness gripped her chest, and she felt the urge to smoke again.
She instinctively reached into her pocket but found nothing.
Where were her cigarettes?
Where was her lighter?
Damn it.
Who the hell took her lighter?
Unable to smoke when she wanted to, she could only vent her frustration by giving the slippers on the floor a hard kick, sending them rolling into a corner.
It wasn’t until she turned on the shower and let the warm water cascade over her head that she snapped back to reality.
What right or position did she have to be angry?
How many women Qi Yan had was none of her damn business.
Besides, hadn’t he just said he saw her merely as a means to satisfy his “earthly desires”?
Setting everything else aside, Qi Yan was indeed an excellent bed partner.
Even though he’d put on that “we just had a fling” deadpan expression once he was dressed, he still paid close attention to her feelings in bed. They were quite compatible in that regard.
Thinking this way, her heart instantly felt lighter.
Don’t place hope in others, and you won’t be disappointed. Her miserable childhood had taught her the harsh realities of human indifference and the fickleness of the world from a young age.
When Uncle Fu brought her back to the Fu family at the age of 14, she thought she had found salvation, only to realize it was the beginning of another nightmare.
Tormented by nightmares for too many years, the adult Wanqing had built a thick fortress deep within her heart, isolating herself from all disturbances. No one could truly enter her heart.
Today, she must have been utterly bewitched by Qi Yan’s handsome appearance, nearly mistaking a performance for genuine affection.
Moreover, someone like Qi Yan, born with a silver spoon, would never easily give his heart to another.
After her shower, she wrapped herself in a clean bathrobe and stepped out.
Su Sili seemed to have installed a monitor on her. The moment she picked up her phone, it chimed repeatedly with several messages from him.
“How did it go? Did you get the three million?”
“Did you take him down? Was it exciting? A producer sent this; they really go all out. Rumor has it they played so hard that some young idol couldn’t get out of bed for three days. wicked grin.gif”
Not having received a reply for a long time, Su Sili grew anxious.
“You… you… you… you couldn’t have forgotten, could you?!”
Wanqing’s fingers paused.
Su Sili really understood her well. Not only had she forgotten, but she hadn’t even given the three million a second thought.
Besides, Su Sili was used to splurging and shouldn’t be short of a few million, logically speaking.
As for her, she had never been particularly driven by money.
The money she earned from filming usually ended up in Fu Si Yu’s pocket. The remaining portion was either donated to charity or spent on limited-edition bags that she kept at home as decorative pieces—she simply had no habit of saving.
The only property under her name was bought near the film studio back then for convenience during filming.
Thinking about it now, that was an incredibly wise decision. The property was bought for 20 million and had now appreciated to 100 million, a full fivefold increase.
She should have bought a few more.
Filtering out the unhealthy and useless messages automatically, she replied, “Cover it for me first, and I’ll give you half of my salary when I get it, okay?”
Being surnamed Su is awesome: “I’m broke.”
Wanqing: “? You’re broke?”
Being surnamed Su is awesome: “Don’t even ask… I’m in a miserable state right now. I got drunk last night and got into a fight with someone, and my uncle even froze my cards. Forget three million, I can’t even come up with thirty thousand!”
Wanqing sighed.
This good-for-nothing heir must have messed with someone important while out fooling around, which is why his family cut off his financial support. He totally deserved it.
“Your uncle did the right thing!”
This guy had never been reliable. In critical moments, she had to step up.
Putting down her phone, she held her breath and thought for a moment.
Then, she took something out of the box and tucked it under the pillow.