Li Xingying's newly rented apartment was a luxurious French-style flat located on Park Avenue.
The nearly eight-meter-wide grand living room design offered an exceptional view, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Central Park, the largest green space in Jiangnan City.
The occupancy rate here wasn't very high yet, but the living amenities were extremely comprehensive.
It was far more comfortable than the old Western-style house she used to share with Zhou Yu.
Jiang Beicheng glanced around and felt it was pretty nice.
"Little Boss Jiang, here you go." Li Xingying, now changed into casual home clothes, handed Jiang Beicheng a can of ice-cold cola.
Jiang Beicheng teased, "Sperm-killer?"
Li Xingying burst out laughing. "I'll go make you some tea."
Jiang Beicheng grabbed her hand and said, "Not thirsty!"
"Really not thirsty?" Li Xingying grinned mischievously.
That contrasting little devil inside her heart came out to play again.
"What's Little Miss Li referring to?"
Jiang Beicheng smoothly pulled her into his arms.
Her fair, delicate skin was absolutely top-tier in texture.
Not only was it visually pleasing, but it also felt incredible to the touch.
"I love Little Boss Jiang's caresses." Li Xingying sat on Jiang Beicheng's lap, leaning down to rest against his chest, whispering in his ear.
Jiang Beicheng smiled and kissed her lips.
Under the stimulation of passionate kisses and caresses, Little Miss Li's eyes revealed a hint of longing.
"I want to call you 'hubby,'" Li Xingying murmured softly.
She was deeply invested in this relationship, regardless of what Jiang Beicheng thought. She treated herself as his perfect partner in their interactions.
But she didn't dare to be too forward, afraid that certain actions or words might make Jiang Beicheng uncomfortable or put him in a difficult position.
She only tested the waters little by little, always using a requesting tone to seek his approval.
Jiang Beicheng gazed at her yearning face and said indulgently, "If you want to call me that, make it sweet."
"Hubby~ Hubby~ Hubby~" Li Xingying's smile was radiant as she sweetly called out multiple times.
She proactively kissed Jiang Beicheng's neck. "Hubby~ I'm gonna bite your ear."
Her true nature was fully unleashed.
Jiang Beicheng asked, "Where's that secret weapon you prepared?"
Li Xingying laughed, got up, and ran barefoot to the bathroom. "Hubby, you can only come in when I call you."
Jiang Beicheng enjoyed playing these flirty games with girls and was very cooperative.
He was also curious about what Little Miss Li had prepared.
A moment later, Li Xingying came out after washing up, wrapped in a gray bathrobe. She smiled at Jiang Beicheng and then went to the bedroom.
"Hubby, come on in."
Jiang Beicheng followed her voice to the bedroom.
As he stepped inside, he was enveloped by a dreamy fragrance.
This scent stimulated the central nervous system and hormones.
A mischievous smile spread across Jiang Beicheng's face; he had already guessed what Li Xingying's secret weapon was.
With his hands propped on the bed, he gazed at Li Xingying's beautiful face, inhaling the fragrance as he leaned in to kiss her chest.
"VANILLA SEX!"
His pronunciation was in perfect London English.
Li Xingying hadn't expected him to guess so quickly. She wrapped her arms around Jiang Beicheng's neck, pulling him into her embrace.
"Like it, Hubby?"
Jiang Beicheng was obsessed with this fragrance.
It's fair to say every man would be captivated by this scent.
VANILLA SEX was a private blend by the global beauty brand Tom Ford.
It skillfully combined the scents of various teas, the deep agarwood of oud, and the roasted aroma of almonds.
Sweet, warm, and sensual… it continuously stimulated a man's hormones.
This private blend also had a seductive name: Forbidden Vanilla.
A woman's ultimate weapon.
Not only did Li Xingying use it, but she also sprayed it on her chest, letting Jiang Beicheng experience the scent up close.
Jiang Beicheng smiled with satisfaction. "A smart woman knows how to play to a man's desires."
Hearing Jiang Beicheng's praise, Li Xingying felt delighted herself.
Intimatemoments between a man and a woman are like this—both sides receive positive feedback.
"Hubby, don't overdo it," Li Xingying teased wickedly in his ear, provoking and stimulating him.
The ambiguous atmosphere and dreamy fragrance had indeed drawn Jiang Beicheng into a state of indulgence, but Little Miss Li's comment slightly underestimated him.
Or perhaps the thoughts in her mind were even more indulgent than his.
"When I was studying in the UK, the foreigners gave me a nickname. Wanna know what it is?" Jiang Beicheng teased.
"What is it?"
"Well sinker! The driller!"
Li Xingying covered her mouth and laughed, playfully smacking Jiang Beicheng's chest. "Hubby, you're amazing!"
With that, her lips met his…
**[Smiling Count: 10/100]**
The system recorded the mutual pleasure of the two.
…
Yesterday, Hai TangXi spent the entire day at home. Her dad had to go to work, her mom was busy with various intangible cultural heritage promotion activities, and the only person she could boss around—her annoying little brother—had disappeared somewhere and hadn't contacted her all day.
She spent the whole day lying around like a corpse.
A life without social interaction was too torturous.
Waking up early in the morning, she planned to head to Jiang Beicheng's hometown to find him, hoping he'd take her somewhere fun.
On her way out, she stopped by to buy some measuring tools. She had promised Jiang Beicheng to help design and plan his family's farm, aiming to finish it before her trip to the U.S.
She was always a person of her word.
Driving her family's electric car, a Wenjie M9, she headed to Wang Ying's house.
Arriving early, Wang Ying had just finished breakfast.
"Grandma, is Jiang Beicheng still sleeping?" Hai TangXi called out affectionately.
"Have you eaten, Little Xi?" Wang Ying asked with concern. "Noodles or porridge? I'll cook something for you."
"I've eaten, Grandma." Hai TangXi opened the trunk, hauling out a tripod and a rangefinder, shouting upstairs, "Jiang Beicheng, come down and help!"
Wang Ying hurried over to lend a hand. "Beicheng's not home."
"Huh?"
Hai TangXi was stunned. "He didn't come back to sleep, Grandma?"
"Nope, he often doesn't. I'm used to it."
"Didn't all your properties in the city get seized?"
"He has his own place," Wang Ying said with a wave of her hand, not elaborating. "But he did mention he's planning to buy another place in the city to bring me over and also plan out the family farm."
"Grandma, I came today to help with the planning. I brought the tools and my computer," Hai TangXi said with a smile.
"Thank you for your hard work, Little Xi."
"No need to be so polite with family." Hai TangXi cheered Wang Ying up.
Muttering under her breath, "Where's that little brat off fooling around now?"
She checked her phone and saw the WeChat message she sent him before leaving; he still hadn't replied.
"Addicted to playing the young master? Your free labor has to beg to work for you?"
Hai TangXi directly called Jiang Beicheng via a WeChat video call.
Hearing the phone, Jiang Beicheng groggily woke up, his body and mind still lingering in last night's dreamy scene.
But he clearly saw Hai TangXi's name and hung up immediately—Li Xingying was still lying in his arms.
This kind of video wasn't for her to see.
"You dare hang up on my video call?" Hai TangXi frowned.
She sent a voice call instead.
Jiang Beicheng picked up the voice call, lazily saying, "Morning, Sister Xi."
"It's eleven o'clock!" Hai TangXi said with disdain. "I'm at Grandma's place. Get back here quick so we can measure the land today, and I can start drafting."
"Got it!"
"Hubby~" Li Xingying, still half-asleep, turned over, her face pressed against Jiang Beicheng's chest, smiling and still immersed in last night's joy.
That "hubby" came through loud and clear to Hai TangXi.
"Jiang Beicheng, I'm giving you one hour. If you don't make it back, you can spend hundreds of thousands hiring a design firm yourself." Hai TangXi was furious and hung up.
I got up early, bought tools, and came all the way to your hometown to plan your farm. What am I getting out of this?
Your good looks? Your money?
And you're cozying up with another woman, sleeping soundly.