Chapter 132

"I don't want to go. I don't want to sit at the same table as her."

Su Wei turned her face away, unhappy. In front of Jiufang Xia, she didn't even bother to pretend; she didn't like her, and that was that. She simply loathed the one surnamed Chu—arrogant to her face, yet acting like a pitiful, pure white lotus in front of Xia.

Jiufang Xia, assuming she was still just jealous, said softly, "I only think of her as a little sister."

Su Wei bit her lip tightly. If Chu Chan weren't so two-faced, Su Wei could have gotten along with her fine. But now, recalling the foul things Chu Chan had said, she felt nothing but disgust. Not to mention that Chu Chan coveted Jiufang Xia—Su Wei didn't have a heart big enough to coexist peacefully with such a person.

However, she didn't want Jiufang Xia to think she was being unreasonable again. She pouted, her eyes round and indignant, looking like an angry little bird: "I don't want to. You only have one sister, and that’s me."

"Yes, yes, only you," Jiufang Xia chuckled, amused by her expression.

Downstairs in the dining room, Chu Chan sat with the late-night snack Jiufang Xia had bought her, untouched. Her face was dark as a storm, and she had bitten her lip until it bled. At first, she had been quite smug, assuming that once Jiufang Xia changed his clothes, he would come downstairs, so she had sat there waiting.

But after waiting and waiting without seeing him, she went upstairs to look for him. The bedroom door wasn't locked; she pushed it open and walked in, but the room was empty. The balcony door was open. She stepped onto the balcony and realized his room was very close to Su Wei’s; there were footprints on the railing.

He had climbed over.

Chu Chan was struck as if by a bolt of lightning. When she heard the sounds coming from the next room, she completely fell apart.

"Xia… ah… ah… mm… Xia… Xia…"

It was Su Wei’s voice—lingering, intoxicating, and desperate. The villa’s soundproofing was excellent, and almost nothing could be heard from outside the door, but with the two balconies open, the sounds drifted across. Only then did Chu Chan realize what was happening. Jiufang Xia had just said he wanted to "see how long she could stay inside," yet he had turned around and climbed through a window to find Su Wei.

Chu Chan couldn't stay any longer; she practically fled the room. Now, sitting in the dining room, she felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head. She was freezing, the chill reaching her very toes. She even considered packing her things and leaving in secret, but she was unwilling to give up! Jiufang Xia had originally refused to let her stay, having arranged other accommodations for her. She had used every trick, coaxing and manipulating, to finally move in. Tomorrow, she had even planned to tell him she wanted to stay here permanently for her tour! How could she just leave? It was impossible.

She hated Su Wei with a venomous intensity. Thinking of that beautiful face made her want to splash it with sulfuric acid.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Jiufang Xia walked out, carrying Su Wei in his arms. Chu Chan stood up with a start, then silently sat back down. She remembered the last time they went to visit the graves; she had asked him to hold her for a moment, and he had refused. Yet here he was, carrying Su Wei.

She was green with envy, yet the expression on her face shifted to one of sweet, charming innocence. While she envied the scene, Su Wei was not appreciative, struggling vigorously: "Let me down!"

"Don't make a scene," Jiufang Xia said.

"No!" Su Wei squirmed.

Unable to handle her struggles, Jiufang Xia simply set her down, pressed her against the wall, and kissed her, refusing to let go no matter how she resisted.

Chu Chan’s heart twisted into a knot. She had never seen Jiufang Xia like this. In the many years she had known him, he was usually cold and distant, stern with his subordinates, and even more sparing with his words to others. He could be ruthless, arrogant, or occasionally gentle, but he had never behaved like this before anyone else. Holding the woman he loved, his eyes filled with both love and desire—he was no different from any other man.

Only Chu Chan knew how blinding this scene was. Silently, she raised a hand to press against her chest. It hurt so much!

The short distance from the second floor to the first took them over ten minutes of lingering intimacy. By the time they finally reached the dining room, Su Wei’s cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes misty, and her body so limp she nearly collapsed into his arms.

Jiufang Xia sat down with Su Wei and said directly, "Xiao Chan, this is Su Wei, whom I mentioned to you. My fiancée, your sister-in-law."

Chu Chan forced a smile. Her gaze fell on Su Wei’s exposed neck, where a string of deep and light love bites left by Jiufang Xia marked her skin. Su Wei noticed her gaze and felt a bit embarrassed, shrinking into Jiufang Xia’s embrace. He took the opportunity to pull her even closer.

To Chu Chan, that shy gesture looked like a declaration of war and a show of triumph. She was going mad with jealousy, yet her face remained a mask of naive sweetness: "Not married yet, and already a sister-in-law?"

"As long as she agrees, we can get married at any time. In any case, I have only chosen Weiwei in this life," Jiufang Xia said, looking down. "Weiwei, will you marry me?"

"Who talks about this while eating a late-night snack!" Su Wei buried her face in his chest, sweetness flooding her heart, before letting out a soft "mm."

They were so wrapped up in their own bubble of sweetness that they ignored everyone else. Chu Chan’s heart grew even more sour as she called out, "Sister-in-law."

"Good girl," Su Wei said, her anger finally swept away, adding with great magnanimity, "Don't be shy at your sister-in-law's house."

"Okay," Chu Chan replied.

After the meal, Su Wei let out a satisfied burp and cooed, "I'm sleepy..."

"Wait a moment, we'll go upstairs together." Jiufang Xia settled her on the sofa to rest and turned back to clear the dishes.

Chu Chan quickly interjected, "Xia! Let me wash the dishes. This is women's work; how could I let you do it?"

Su Wei, who had been dozing comfortably on the sofa, opened her eyes at these words.

"No need," Jiufang Xia said.

"Let me do it!" Chu Chan insisted, reaching for the dishes.

Su Wei said slowly and languidly, "Xia, don't refuse Xiao Chan's kindness. Let's go upstairs; I have so much more to tell you."

Hearing this, Jiufang Xia let go of the dishes. "Alright."

On the bedroom balcony, the night breeze brought a hint of chill. Su Wei leaned against the marble railing, and Jiufang Xia hugged her from behind, asking gently, "Are you still angry?" He had given her plenty of face just now.

Su Wei rubbed against his neck: "I'll forgive you, seeing as you performed well. But I don't like her staying at our house. Have her stay at a hotel next time."

"Okay." A faint ripple of a smile touched Jiufang Xia's lips. "Weiwei, you look like a little kitten right now..."

Though he didn't say it aloud, he was secretly delighted. She cared about him so much; even her petty jealousy was endearing.

"One moment you say I look like a little white rabbit, the next you say I look like a kitten," Su Wei said. "In your heart, I must just be a fluffy pet, right?"

Jiufang Xia thought for a moment and said earnestly, "Weiwei is soft, fragrant, sweet, tender, fluffy, cute, and pitiful..."