Chapter 169: Peeping Is Not a Crime (Part 2)
Zhang Yang stared blankly at the computer screen in front of him. Could it be that Xia Weiwei was changing clothes right now?
From the clothes she just took out of the wardrobe, sharp-eyed Zhang Yang recognized that it was clearly a black Korean-style plaid short skirt and a pink bra. If he guessed correctly, then right now, under the bathrobe Xia Weiwei was wearing, she was naked—at most, only wearing panties.
Zhang Yang felt a rush of excitement, his right hand holding the mouse trembling slightly. Although he didn't like Xia Weiwei as a person, he had to admit that she was indeed beautiful. Her looks were at least on par with Lulu's. Of course, Lulu might have a slightly more seductive, worldly charm, but compared to Ye Xiaoru and Tian Tian, Xia Weiwei still had the edge.
Although Zhang Yang didn't get along very well with Xia Weiwei, her appearance was undeniably sweet and pure. Her eyes were large and bright, her figure tall—around one meter sixty-eight to seventy.
Such a pretty girl, if she were to perform a strip show, a changing show in front of him, how could he not be excited?
Technically speaking, Zhang Yang was peeping right now. Strictly speaking, he should be punished for it, but the system didn't issue any point deduction warnings. And besides, he wasn't a saint. Since she was always showing off in front of him, no harm in watching, right?
However, what disappointed Zhang Yang was that after her hand reached her waist, it suddenly stopped. Then she bent down toward the camera. Zhang Yang had enlarged the window quite a bit, so her delicate face instantly filled half the screen, as if she were staring right at him.
Zhang Yang was startled. Did she find out? Impossible!
He hesitated whether to close the video, but then suddenly caught sight of Xia Weiwei's neckline gaping open as she bent forward, revealing everything inside.
What entered his eyes was a glimpse of soft, pink-white cleavage. Her skin was exquisite—rosy and tender like a baby's. Among all the beauties Zhang Yang had seen, only Yang Fei's could compare.
The neckline of her robe wasn't very low, but she bent down so much that most of her round breasts were exposed, and he could vaguely see the two pink nipples. Further down—
He could even see her smooth, flat stomach…
Zhang Yang instantly hardened. Damn, this little girl's figure was incredible. Those plump breasts stood upright like suction cups—without the slightest sag. Could they be fake?
On the other side, Xia Weiwei stared at the screen suspiciously for a moment.
Seemingly finding nothing strange, she pouted slightly and walked away, sitting back down on the bed. Zhang Yang sighed in relief—it seemed she had just been replying to a message.
Sitting on the bed, Xia Weiwei glanced at her phone again, seeming to have lost interest in changing. But the belt of her bathrobe around her waist had already loosened.
A narrow slit from her chest down to her thighs faintly revealed glimpses of snow-white skin. That half-revealed, half-hidden sight made Zhang Yang's throat feel like it was on fire.
Damn brat, seducing me like this—fine, I'll record this. Let's see if you dare threaten me again.
Thinking of her earlier tone, Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and hit record, capturing the entire scene. He didn't intend to use it otherwise, but if that brat ever dared to threaten him again, he wouldn't hold back. He didn't care if she was the mayor's daughter.
Xia Weiwei never imagined her actions at home were being secretly recorded by Zhang Yang. After playing on her phone for a while, she got up again, stretched lazily, tossed her phone back onto the bed, and turned toward the door as someone called her.
She turned back, pouted unhappily, then reached for her waist again.
Zhang Yang grew excited. Finally, she's going to take it off.
Xia Weiwei never would've imagined that the famous president of Nuwa Company, Zhang Yang, the same man she had just cursed out, was at this very moment watching her every move through her computer's camera.
She loosened her belt, gripped the folds of her robe with both hands, and pulled it open.
"Wow!" A dazzlingly fair and tender body, wearing only pink-white lace panties, was fully exposed.
As expected, she was naked underneath. Apart from that small pair of panties, there was nothing else. Her plump, snow-white breasts stood tall, their pink tips pointed upward. Between them was a tiny red mole like a rice grain, gleaming like a ruby set in white jade—eye-catching and perfect.
Unbelievable. Completely unscientific. That girl was only eighteen, yet her body was this developed. Just her boobs alone were on par with Lulu's.
At that moment, Zhang Yang's throat went dry, and his lower body throbbed…
After taking off her robe, she didn't put on clothes immediately. Instead, she sat on the bed, topless, and lowered her head to cup her own breasts, a smug smile appearing on her face.
After playing with them for a bit, she lazily reached for her bra beside her, hooking it over her breasts and slowly putting it on.
Watching her slow, seductive movements, Zhang Yang couldn't help but groan softly. This girl was insane.
Once she finished putting it on, someone called her again from outside. She looked annoyed, pounded the bed with her little fist, twisted her waist, then quickly stood up and hurriedly put on the Korean-style plaid skirt. After a while, she rummaged through the wardrobe and pulled out blue thermal stockings.
Once dressed, she looked truly stunning—a genuine Korean-style beauty, though completely natural, without any hint of artificiality.
Seeing that, Zhang Yang realized there was nothing more to watch, so he stopped recording and closed the video.
His mouth was dry—damn, that little girl was just too tempting.
As soon as he exited the monitoring software, he noticed that Xu Danying's message box had been flashing. He broke into a cold sweat. Damn, he'd been so distracted watching that brat that he'd forgotten about his business and his sister-in-law.
He clicked open the message.
"Brother-in-law, I've looked through part of it. This thing is amazing! How did you come up with it?"
"Brother-in-law?"
"Brother-in-law, where did you go?"
"Brother-in-law, hehe, you're not watching porn, are you? If you don't reply, I'll hack your computer."
"Brother-in-law, are you… doing something bad?"
"Brother-in-law, I'm serious, I'll do it…"
Zhang Yang broke into a waterfall of sweat. Luckily, those messages had just come in. Damn it, if that sister-in-law hacked his computer while he was secretly recording Xia Weiwei, he would've been completely exposed.
"Xiaoying, I'm here. I just went to the bathroom." He quickly typed, afraid that even if she didn't hack his computer, she'd think he was jerking off to porn.
"Hehe, finally replied. Brother-in-law, I don't believe you went to the bathroom. You were definitely doing something bad."
Zhang Yang was speechless. Yeah, he had done something bad—but definitely not jerking off.
"No way, I really went to the bathroom."
"Don't lie. I know, brother-in-law. Don't think I'm a kid. Sister's been in the hospital, so it's normal if you can't hold back. I understand."
Zhang Yang was speechless again. These three sisters studied different majors, but that seductive nature of theirs was exactly the same—every word made a man's imagination run wild.
"Fine, I admit it. If you want to think that way, I can't stop you."
"Hehe, brother-in-law, you finally confessed. But sister will be out of the hospital soon, so don't suffer too much…"
Zhang Yang wiped more sweat and quickly cut her off: "You… how's that thing you're researching?"
"Oh…" Once she heard about business, she quieted down. "I've looked through part of it. It's super complicated. I might need some time to digest it. I just want to know how you came up with such a brilliant idea—action analysis through emotional mapping, determining emotions by temperature changes, facial expression parsing… Each of these could be a book on its own! To code this program might take one or two months. Don't worry, brother-in-law, Xiaoying will handle it."
One or two months?
Zhang Yang clicked his tongue. Something that complex, done in one or two months? Was she bragging? He believed if it were him, it would take ten years and a PhD in programming.
Yet she said she could finish it easily in two months. This little sister-in-law really was a genius.
He felt so damn lucky. If that girl weren't in Beijing, he'd probably want to pull her into his arms and kiss her.
"Alright, no rush. Take your time. As long as you get it done for me, you can have anything you want…" Zhang Yang was thrilled. Once this was done, damn it, those bastards like Spade Eight and Diamond Seven better not come within five hundred meters of him. They'd need a damn tank.
"Really, brother-in-law? If I pull it off, you have to promise me a job after I graduate."
"A job? Aren't you in a research institute?" Zhang Yang was stunned. The field she worked in was cutting-edge tech—why would she want to join him?
"I've thought about it. I don't want to stay there—it's too boring. Brother-in-law, you have to take me in."
"Fine, if you really want out, I'll set up a lab for you." Zhang Yang thought about it. Quantum computing was something Nuwa would need sooner or later. His sister-in-law was a rare talent—no way he'd let her go.
"Oh, right, brother-in-law, let's video chat. Typing is tiring, and it's cold. I don't want to leave my blanket."
"You're not using your phone?"
"Nope, I'm on my computer. Otherwise how could I be working on that stuff? By the way, your little sister-in-law isn't wearing a bra right now. Wanna see?" The girl sent a teasing smiley.
Zhang Yang broke into a sweat. Do all three sisters share this genetic trait? Or did they get corrupted hanging out with Gao Qi?