Chapter 24 Take It Even If You Don’t Want To

“Okay.”
Shen Junxi stretched lazily, stood up with a smile.
“Then jump.”
“To avoid guilt and regret—your childhood friend will die with you.”
“Hey hey hey!”
When he stood, the boat’s balance broke, swaying wildly.
Su Niansheng looked at the pitch-black lake center—just teasing, now panicked, waving to stop him. “Stop! The boat will capsize!”
“What’s to fear? I’m with you.”
Shen Junxi leaned closer, playful.
Su Niansheng saw he wasn’t joking—furious. “Fine! I won’t jump! Stop moving!”
“Come here.” He stood at the boat’s center, tightened the rope, offered his hand. “Next time, dare joke with your safety?”
“Waaah! I quit! I want to go ashore, go home—tell Aunt Jian Yan you bullied me!”
“Dream on—boarded my pirate ship, leaving so easy?”
“Shen Xiaoxi—you heartless jerk! I played for you for nothing!”
At 11 PM, a stretched Lincoln stopped at the villa.
Shen Chenyuan got out, saw Jian Yan in the hall, rushed to hug her. “Wife—still up? Waiting for me?”
“Stop being cocky.” Jian Yan fed him a peeled grape, smiling. “You come back late every day—expect me to wait?”
“The Tianhong project is tough. After this, I’ll make it up—Maldives, with Junxi and Xiaoqian!”
Mentioning Xiaoqian, he remembered.
“Is Xiaoqian asleep? I missed her arrival—mad?”
“Are you that petty? I came down to check—servants said she and Junxi went to the back mountain.”
As their son and Xiaoqian’s shipper, she loved hearing they stuck together.
“Junxi? He’s been gloomy, ignoring everyone—still in the mood to play?”
“Different for Xiaoqian—you’re thick-headed.” Jian Yan glared—he nodded quickly. “Right!”
Laughter came from outside.
“Hurry—hide! Don’t disturb them!”
Jian Yan dragged him into the bathroom.
A powerful Shen Group chairman and a famous Beijing socialite hid in the bathroom, peeking—hilarious.
“Honey—we’re too sneaky.”
“Hear how happy Junxi and Xiaoqian are? They’d be shy if we show. Look—Junxi’s been sour, now grinning like a sunflower!”
“Yep.”
Shen Chenyuan nodded in relief.
Their son, like him with Jian Yan back then—even more so.
Jian Yan beamed. “Xiaoqian’s amazing—my chosen daughter-in-law!”
“This time I forgive you, Shen Xiaoxi—next time, no mercy!”
“Your wish, princess.”
“Hmph!”
Su Niansheng was coaxed by Shen Junxi—yet at the villa door, he stopped.
“The ship was random—what about the butterfly? Why’s it with him?”
“?”
Why’s he bringing this up?
Plus—her butterfly with Shiyu Bai? She didn’t know.
She blinked confusedly. “Coincidence? He didn’t know I built a butterfly.”
Didn’t know?
Shen Junxi lowered his eyes—dark lashes hiding turbulent emotions.
He stared at her for a whole class—how could he not know?
“I don’t care—I want it too!”
He suddenly looked up, domineering—staring at her, making her shiver. “Y-you want what?”
He said nothing, pulling her upstairs.
Jian Yan wanted to eavesdrop on their sweet talk—saw her son rush her upstairs, eager to do something.
“Honey—stop gossiping.” Shen Chenyuan took her hand, suggestive. “You’ve ignored me three days—shouldn’t we…”
“Pervert! Only three days.”
Jian Yan tapped him.
The couple went to their room for intimacy—before they could, a girl’s loud protest came.
It’s… Xiaoqian?!
“No!”
Su Niansheng reached the activity room, terrified, tried to run—her weak strength was nothing to him.
Shen Junxi closed the door, walked toward her—tall, dark, aggressive like a hell demon, trapping her.
“Take it even if you don’t want to.”
Jian Yan and Shen Chenyuan hurried over—hearing their son’s fierce threat, tense.
Want what?
“B-but I don’t know how.”
Her voice trembled, pitiful—bullied badly.
“I’ll teach you—take this first.” He coaxed, like deceiving an innocent girl. “Then insert here.”
Jian Yan and Shen Chenyuan paled at “insert”—then her cry: “Ouch! It hurts, Shen Xiaoxi!”
“Sorry—I’ll be careful.”
“Waaah! You jerk! I said I don’t like it—why force me? When will this end?”
“I told you—at least all night. Focus, maybe I’ll let you off at midnight.”
“Waaah! No! I’ll die! Please let me go—forget it…”
Jian Yan and Shen Chenyuan were sure—scalp numb, furious.
Especially Jian Yan!
She grit her teeth, pushed the door, shouting: “Shen Junxi! You rebel!”
Shen Chenyuan covered his eyes, scared to see too much.
But…
The scene stunned them.
The floor was covered in Legos and manuals.
The childhood sweethearts focused on building, neat and tidy—turned confused at the noise.
Air froze.
Jian Yan’s gaze dropped to their blocks—cursing died. “You… you actually——”
Oh my god—they were just building Legos!
She’d imagined dirty things about innocent kids!
A Beijing socialite who’d seen it all blushed before the younger generation, speechless.
Shen Chenyuan laughed—realizing it was a misunderstanding.