Chapter 30 A Thrilling Scene

“Are you that nice? Drink or not?”
“Drink.” He lifted the glass. “Even if it’s poison, I’ll drink.”
“That’s more like it~” Su Niansheng lifted her chin proudly, stopping him as he was about to taste. “Wait—this drink has a nice name. Say it to drink!”
“What?”
“QQ Baa Baa Milk Lulu Puff Wine!”
“What?” Shen Junxi laughed. “Dare repeat that?”
“QQ Baa Baa Milk Lulu Puff Wine!”
“Baa Baa QQ…”
“QQ Baa Baa!”
“QQ Baa Baa Milk Lulu…”
“Milk Lulu!”
“Okay, Baa Baa QQ tastes good…”
“Shen Xiaoxi—you did that on purpose?”
Jian Yan watched them flirt—her heart melted. “So cute!”
“Honey—see? Our childhood sweethearts radiate sweetness. Even small things become cute and fun!”
“Yep.”
Shen Chenyuan nodded.
He saw—his son was deeper in love than he was.
If they end up together—great. If not—he, as a father and someone in love, dreaded the thought.
Thinking of this, he recalled Xiaoqian’s family conflicts—gaze darkening. Su family…
“How is it? Good?”
Su Niansheng leaned on her arm, expectant.
Shen Junxi finished—expression indescribable.
He tapped the glass, sipped, savoring. “This drink—like you.”
“Like me?”
“Know it’s dangerous—still can’t help approaching.”
Su Niansheng: “?” What weird description?
“After approaching?”
“After?” Shen Junxi smiled, downing it. “Addicted.”
Hmph!
So it’s delicious—can’t put it down!
He wants to praise her—so roundabout!
Pleased with his reaction, she leaned to his ear. “After you finish—go to your room, okay?”
“Pfft—”
He nearly spat out the wine.
“What did you say?!”
His eyes widened, ears flaming red.
“Why the big reaction?” She wondered. “We used to play in each other’s rooms. Remember—pretending emperor and concubine on the bed? You in a necklace and skirt—so coquettish!”
“…”
So she meant playing house.
The fire in his eyes died instantly.
He stared at her, grinding teeth. “How long ago was that? Su Xiaoqian—see me as a man?”
“Now you’re grown—shy?” She shrugged. “It’s okay—you don’t have to see me as a woman!”
Too late.
In his dreams, she’s already his woman…
Next time on the bed—no more playing house.
“No.”
He refused.
Su Niansheng wanted to know him better, get help with economics—even the study was fine. But his firm refusal felt fishy.
“Shen Xiaoxi—you hiding something in your room?”
He froze—she noticed.
Got it!
Porn magazines or 18+ videos?
Boys this age can’t resist.
“What are you thinking?”
He saw through her—she dodged his raised hand. “Dirty thoughts!”
“No.”
But…
He winked.
Worse, scarier things she can’t imagine.
“Room’s messy—I’ll tidy up. Come later.”
He left, afraid she’d follow.
“Huh?”
Su Niansheng stared at his back.
Why so rush?
With so many servants—his room messy?
“Xiaoqian—ignore him, eat skewers!”
Third floor of the villa.
The minimalist bedside table hid pink girlish standees. Wall frames of her were taken down. Cute avatars on clothes stacked by the pillow. The princess-dressed cotton doll was put away.
Finally, he hid his “girlish” videos, ensuring no trace of her. He sighed in relief.
He sprayed perfume, whispering excitedly: “The little princess is coming…”
How to catch her eye?
He stood before the mirror—Duan Chengyu’s words echoed: Before civilization, what males attract females without material goods?
He unbuttoned his shirt collar.
“Why hasn’t Shen Xiaoxi returned?”
Three glasses of fruit wine—Su Niansheng was tipsy, curious. She entered the villa to check.
Stepping out of the elevator—she saw a thrilling scene!