Chapter 51.2
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“Qiao Qiao, you can stay as long as you want!” She hurried over and grabbed the suitcase leaning against the wall. “If you’re in a bad mood, just rest in your room. I’ll bring the soup to you once it’s ready.”
Qiao Ziman grinned as she strolled back into her room, feeling quite pleased with herself.
Until—
Her smile froze. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw He Cuizhen reaching for her suitcase.
“You just rest, I’ll unpack for you,” her mom said, already pressing the button to open it.
“No need!” Qiao Ziman lunged forward to stop her—but she was a second too late.
In the blink of an eye—
The suitcase burst open.
Bras.
All kinds of bras.
Lacy, sporty, plain, and fancy—all flying through the air like confetti.
A full-on bra storm rained down inside the room.
Both of them stood there, completely stunned. He Cuizhen was the first to recover. She picked up one, examined the size, then slowly turned to look at Qiao Ziman.
Her gaze wasn’t just confused—it was shaken to its core.
“…These belong to Yin Yin?”
Qiao Ziman stiffly nodded.
After a long pause, He Cuizhen muttered, “You’re kinda pervy, huh?”
Qiao Ziman’s face turned beet red. She hurriedly grabbed He Cuizhen by the shoulders and pushed her out of the room, blurting out a completely logical excuse.
“I only did this to prevent Yin Yin from tracking me down! Desperate times call for desperate measures!”
He Cuizhen’s expression screamed I don’t believe you for a second.
Qiao Ziman: “…”
“Just go already!”
She quickly shut the door.
A moment later, her head peeked out again. “Is it really that pervy?”
—
After leaving Qiao Ziman’s room, He Cuizhen made a beeline for her mother. Crouching beside her, she sighed in concern. “Mom, do you think I should take Qiao Qiao to see a therapist? Who the hell steals bras after a fight?”
Her mother gave her a long, knowing look. “Oh, there are people like that.”
He Cuizhen: “???”
Her mother smirked triumphantly. “How’s your memory worse than mine?”
She pointed directly at He Cuizhen. “You, my dear, are one of them.”
He Cuizhen: “!!!”
Her mother chuckled. “Remember? Back in the day, when you fought with her dad, you stormed off and took all his underwear with you.”
He Cuizhen’s face turned an embarrassing shade of red. “Mom! That was years ago! Why bring that up now?”
“But think about it—weren’t you just like her? You wanted him to come chasing after you, but you also didn’t want things to go so far that it couldn’t be fixed. So, you stole his underwear as an excuse to make up later. You and Qiao Qiao are exactly the same.”
He Cuizhen awkwardly scratched her head.
“So what you’re saying is… Qiao Qiao isn’t really mad? Then I guess there’s nothing to worry about.”
—
After stuffing all the bras back into her suitcase, Qiao Ziman flopped onto her bed and started waiting for a WeChat message.
Bzzz bzzz.
Her phone vibrated. She grabbed it eagerly—only to see a message from an unfamiliar ID. Not Yin Yin again?
Annoyed, she tapped on the notification.
Duan Di: [So? What’s the update? Are you two together now?]
Qiao Ziman: “???”
Who the hell is this?
She scrolled up to check the chat history.
Five minutes later—
Oh. Now she remembered. A while back, she had posted a very popular anonymous help thread. This so-called Duan Di had added her afterward, claiming to be a helpful internet friend.
Apparently, she could ask them anything.
Weird. Random. Suspicious.
Still, she replied.
[Yeah, we’re together.]
Duan Di responded instantly.
[(applause.jpg) See? What did I tell you? You were bound to bend! It was fate!]
Qiao Ziman: “…”
Duan Di: [Wanna see some resources? Do you? Do you? I’ve got tons! Free! My wife only became my wife after coming to me for resources!]
Qiao Ziman thought for a moment.
Well… sure. Not that she needed to learn anything, obviously. But extra knowledge never hurt.
She replied.
[I want in.]
A second later, a link popped up.
[Resource Sharing Group]
Qiao Ziman tapped to join the group. Immediately, dozens of messages flooded the chat.
[Welcome, newbie.]
[(flower shower.jpg)]
[New member, state your needs. We have everything you could possibly want.]
Qiao Ziman thought carefully before typing.
[Instructional, lots of variety, exciting.]
Within seconds, the enthusiastic members compiled over a hundred videos for her. She accepted them all, her fingers cramping from tapping so much.
Just as she was scrolling through the files, a familiar username popped up in the chat.
Yin: [???]
Qiao Ziman’s eyes widened in shock. Yin Yin is in this group too?! No wonder she knows so damn much!!!
She quickly sent a private message to Duan Di.
[This really is fate. I just found my own girlfriend in this group. (handshake.jpg)]
Right then, Chi Yin messaged her directly.
[Theoretical knowledge isn’t as important as hands-on experience.]
Qiao Ziman: “???”
What the hell does that mean? Is she trying to mess with me again?!
She ignored it, keeping her cool, but Chi Yin sent another message.
[I got home too late today and didn’t have time to pick up the finger condoms you bought for me. But you can use the ones in my safe.]
Qiao Ziman stared at the text, rereading it multiple times. The more she looked at it, the more suspicious it seemed.
Too vague. Feels like a trap.
[Can’t understand.]
Chi Yin: [Did you take all my bras with you?]
Just as Qiao Ziman was about to reply, Chi Yin sent a photo.
In the picture, Chi Yin lounged lazily against the headboard, her gaze sultry and inviting. She was half-naked, one hand resting on the soft curves of her chest.
The sheer intensity of the image sent Qiao Ziman’s heartbeat into overdrive. Her hands trembled slightly, nearly dropping the phone.
Then, another message popped up.
[You took all my bras. What am I supposed to wear? You don’t expect me to go out like this, do you? (image)]
This time, the picture was taken from a lower angle. Chi Yin was sprawled elegantly on the couch, wrapped in the exact lingerie Qiao Ziman had picked out for her. A sleek black bodycon dress clung to her figure—sexy yet teasingly innocent.
The leather choker around her neck sat snugly against her skin, exuding a dangerous allure—like an open challenge, daring Qiao Ziman to take control.
And below the hem of the dress… absolutely nothing.
The way the shot was framed, the way she sat with her legs just slightly parted—it was as if she was reaching out, pulling Qiao Ziman in without a single word.
Qiao Ziman’s eyes were locked on the screen, unable to look away.
She couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t think.
Couldn’t move.
Until—
Chi Yin sent another message.
[Come home.]
Qiao Ziman’s body reacted before her brain could. She shot to her feet.
Then, with sheer force of will, she pressed her legs back down.
Stay. Cool.
Taking a deep breath, she quickly typed out a cautious response.
[For what?]
Chi Yin’s reply was immediate.
[To do what you want to do.]
