Chapter 45: Please Be Gentle with My Goddess...

Lin Ran entered the Fusenmei Home Furnishings Center, laughing and chatting with two stunning women. The sales staff and customers inside turned to admire them, their gazes lingering with curiosity—who was this handsome man, and which wealthy family did he belong to?

It wasn’t unusual for rich young men to frequent Fusenmei for building materials, often accompanied by beautiful women to help them choose. That was just their style—they liked to have a couple of gorgeous ladies in tow wherever they went.

But today, the two women with this young man were on another level—breathtakingly beautiful, unmistakably natural and untouched by cosmetic enhancements, their exquisite features, figures, and bearing placing them firmly in the realm of true beauties.

What’s more, their styles were completely different. Some people preferred the youthful, schoolgirl charm of the one on the left, while others favored the sultry, mature elegance of the one on the right.

Envy filled the air.

“I’m trying to think about what kind of bed to buy…” Jian Wei’an mused, sipping her milk tea. “We’ve cleared out the guest room for the music studio, but that room’s so small, it can’t fit a big bed.”

Lin Ran replied casually, “Why not just get a bigger house? The place you two are renting is really too cramped. I’ll rent a villa for you.”

Jiang Shuyao clapped her hands. “Yes! Yes! You rent a big villa and keep Wei’an as your mistress. Since I’m Wei’an’s best friend, I’ll be your housekeeper—I don’t count as a mistress.”

Jian Wei’an shot back, “Jiang Shuyao, do you want me to tear your mouth apart?”

Jiang Shuyao stuck out her tongue playfully. “Just kidding, can’t you take a joke? Here, Lin Ran, hold our milk tea for us. We’re going to look at beds. Wouldn’t want to spill anything and end up having to pay for it.”

She handed both drinks to Lin Ran, grabbed Jian Wei’an’s hand, and off the two girls went, happily exploring the showroom. Shopping for clothes was a favorite pastime for girls, but home furnishings came a close second—every girl dreamt of her own ideal house, and wandering the store was a way to imagine how she might one day decorate her own space.

“I don’t get why girls need to carry bags everywhere, only to hand them off to me,” Lin Ran grumbled, trailing behind with both handbags, before raising the Heytea cup in his left hand for a sip.

“This coconut mango drink Wei’an picked is actually quite good. Let me try the jasmine milk tea Shuyao got,” he mused, taking a taste and smacking his lips.

“Shuyao’s milk… tea is pretty good too.”

Gulp, gulp.

He took another big swig.

Just then, Jiang Shuyao’s phone rang—a strange number popped up. Lin Ran fished it out of the bag and answered directly.

On the other end, a hesitant but earnest male voice confessed, “Shuyao, I’ve liked you for a long time. We graduated and I never got the chance to tell you. I heard you didn’t go back to Xi’an, you’re still in Chengdu. I already bought my ticket back to Shudu, and I’m coming to confess to you in person! Hello? Shuyao, can you hear me?”

Lin Ran, sipping Jiang Shuyao’s jasmine milk tea and watching her try out a bed across the showroom, replied, “I’ll pass your message to her.”

The boy on the other end paused, surprised. “Who are you?”

“I’m—” Lin Ran began, but was interrupted by Jiang Shuyao calling from across the store, “Lin Ran, come try out this bed I picked! It’s so comfortable, you have to experience it!”

Her voice carried through the phone. Realizing what was happening, the boy cut him off, “Never mind, you don’t need to introduce yourself.”

“Alright, then refund your ticket—no need to come all this way for nothing.”

“Thanks. I wish you two happiness. Just one last thing—please, be gentle with my goddess…”

With that, the boy hung up.

Lin Ran chuckled to himself, only to nearly jump out of his skin a second later when Jiang Shuyao suddenly appeared right in front of him.

“You scared me half to death!”

“Who called me? Did you answer?”

“Some guy was confessing his feelings to you.”

Jiang Shuyao took her phone, glanced at it indifferently, and slipped it back in her bag. “Just a college classmate. Lin Ran, let’s go check out that bed.”

“Alright.”

As they walked, Jiang Shuyao snatched back her milk tea, took a sip, gave it a little shake, and pouted, “How could you drink my milk tea? You can have Wei’an’s, but not mine.”

“You’ve got lipstick all over your straw—I didn’t even mind, but you’re fussing about it?” Lin Ran wiped his lips, now tinged with Jiang Shuyao’s strawberry lipstick and Jian Wei’an’s cherry gloss.

You’re not even my boyfriend, why are you drinking from my straw? Isn’t this basically an indirect kiss?

He’s so gross—my lipstick on the straw, and now on his mouth.

Wait, and now I’m still drinking from it?

Ugh, ugh, ugh!

Jiang Shuyao, thoroughly disgusted, was about to toss the drink away.

“Hold it in, don’t spit it out!” Lin Ran cupped the bottom of the drink, pushed the fat straw back into Jiang Shuyao’s mouth, and gave the cup a squeeze. The white jasmine milk tea rushed into her small, cherry lips.

“Stop, stop, that’s too much, I can’t drink it all—”

Her mouth was too small for the sudden flood, and a stream of white milk tea trickled from the corner of her lips.

What kind of guy plays around with a girl’s mouth like this?

Jiang Shuyao tried to spit it out, but Lin Ran said, “Don’t waste it, swallow.”

Stubbornly frugal, Jiang Shuyao glared at him, then gulped it down.

“You’re terrible. I was being nice, helping you pick out a bed, and you make fun of me. I’m going to tell Wei’an on you.”

She pouted like a wronged little wife.

“Don’t, please don’t tell on me. I won’t tease you again.”

“And if you do?”

“If I tease you again, when we get home, I’ll bring you water and wash your feet for you myself.”

“In your dreams.”

Jiang Shuyao’s toes curled in embarrassment. She spun away, pleated skirt swishing, and hip-checked Lin Ran aside as she strode into the showroom.

Jian Wei’an was sprawled on a smart mattress. Jiang Shuyao flopped down beside her. The saleswoman stood nearby, describing the bed’s features.

Lin Ran approached, taking in the sight of the schoolgirl and the sultry woman lying side by side. For a moment, he wanted to shout, “Honey, I’m coming!” and leap onto the bed to roll around with them.

The temptation was overwhelming.

Being around women of this caliber every day, how could any man not fantasize? It was the most basic acknowledgment of their appeal.

Forcing himself to act proper, Lin Ran asked, “What features does this bed have?”

The saleswoman explained, “It has a massage function. After a long day, you can lie down and enjoy a relaxing massage. Let me show you.”

She pressed the massage button.

The two women, stretched out on the bed, began to feel their waists rise and fall as the settings increased—the higher the level, the more intense the movement.

Lin Ran was stunned—wasn’t this the exact function invented by Stephen Chow’s character in that old comedy?

This smart mattress was something else!

“I’ll take this one!” he announced.

Jian Wei’an and Jiang Shuyao had been enjoying the massage, but upon seeing the look in Lin Ran’s eyes, they instantly understood—he definitely wasn’t buying the bed for the massage.

Both girls blushed to the tips of their ears, scrambled off the bed, and hurriedly protested, “We’re not buying it, we’re not buying it.”

“But I like this mattress, I want it!”

“No way!”

They each grabbed Lin Ran by the arm and whisked him out of the store at top speed.