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After the release, a satisfying wave washed over him; even his bones felt lighter, softer by a fraction.
The scene shifted from the living room to the sun-drenched balcony. A simple cushion lay on the not-so-spacious floor, accompanied by a backless plastic chair, seemingly offering silent testimony to what had just transpired.
“Get me some water to rinse with,” Qi Fei murmured, lightly covering her mouth with her left hand, her voice delicate and low.
“Don't bother rinsing; it's all high-protein. A waste,” Wang Zhuo quipped with a playful grin.
Only after receiving a sharp kick did he grudgingly go to fetch the water.
After rinsing, Qi Fei noticed that the other person hadn't even pulled up his trousers yet, sitting on the sofa, an undeniable eyesore.
“How’s the water temperature?” he inquired.
Qi Fei handed him the glass. “Perfect. Want some?”
Wang Zhuo shook his head with a mischievous smile. “I don’t want to drink it, but I want to test the temperature.”
Qi Fei looked at him, perplexed. “If you aren’t drinking, how will you test it?”
Wang Zhuo was overjoyed. “Sister, I trust you understand.”
Seeing his eager anticipation, Qi Fei reluctantly conceded once more.
After letting him savor his victory for a good while, Qi Fei finally decided to put an end to the absurdity of the day. He mixed the two glasses of water—one warm, one cold—and with a splash, poured the contents into the fish tank beside the coffee table.
Wang Zhuo realized the game was over. He dutifully dressed, then held the thoughtful and compliant beautiful elder sister close, showering her with affectionate kisses.
He checked the bedroom briefly before returning, looking quite helpless. “She’s sleeping so soundly. What are we going to do?”
“Why don’t you two stay here tonight?” Wang Zhuo suggested.
“No, I have a video conference early tomorrow morning, and I still need to prepare some materials tonight,” Qi Fei shook his head firmly. “Besides, I wouldn’t be comfortable sleeping here; I wouldn’t be able to rest.”
“Then you go home yourself and leave her here,” Wang Zhuo chuckled. “Feilong and the others aren’t coming over anyway, so the room will be empty.”
“You’re not planning on making a move on her while I’m gone, are you?” Qi Fei expressed his concern.
“What are you talking about? How old is she? Do you think I’d do something like that?” Wang Zhuo scoffed dismissively. “Besides, look at her build—no bust, no backside. Do you think I’d care for that?”
“That’s true enough,” Qi Fei chuckled wryly, nodding. “You prefer women with curves, and she’s a bit short of the mark.”
“Significantly short of the mark,” Wang Zhuo corrected him.
“But I heard men sometimes don’t choose when they’re hungry,” Qi Fei pressed, looking at him again.
“Maybe so, but haven’t I already eaten?” Wang Zhuo grinned slyly.
It’s me who ate, is what I should say, Qi Fei grumbled internally. He said aloud, “Well, I’m heading off then. You should get some sleep too.”
He escorted her downstairs and watched her car disappear into the brightly lit street. Only then did Wang Zhuo hum a little tune of triumph and slowly walk back home.
As he reached his own front door, a single cough, and the door clicked open on its own.
This wasn't because Chairman Wang was wealthy enough to afford voice-activated doors that recognized his unique cough. It was because Siyuan had woken up before Qi Fei left. Wang Zhuo had used his X-ray vision and seen her lying in bed, eavesdropping. After he saw Qi Fei out, she had snuck out.
As he climbed the stairs, Wang Zhuo had prepared a whole speech in his head, intending to counsel this mischievous girl—to tell her to be more reserved and modest in the future, to cultivate the poise and stability of a proper young lady. This was precisely why he hadn't exposed Siyuan’s pretense of sleep and had let her stay.
But upon seeing the sheer joy and enthusiasm radiating from Siyuan as she opened the door, the speech he had prepared completely evaporated.
In that moment, it dawned on him: this girl found her happiness in his happiness, her joy in his joy. Such an emotion couldn't be shackled by moral constraints, especially given that her own moral standards were rather unconventional.
It must be said that Wang Zhuo also operated under his own set of moral principles, which differed from the norm in many ways. Little-three Siyuan was cut from the same cloth; often, she paid no mind to others’ opinions, preferring to follow her own path.
“Wasn’t I good?” Siyuan beamed, looking at him expectantly for praise.
Wang Zhuo couldn't bear to dampen her enthusiasm, so he gave an ambiguous answer. “Sometimes good, sometimes too mischievous.”
Even with that, Siyuan was satisfied. She skipped over to the water dispenser, poured a glass for Wang Zhuo, and presented it with both hands. “Drink up, the temperature is just right.”
Noticing the sly glint in her eyes, Wang Zhuo asked in surprise, “You were awake that whole time?”
“Hehe, I was already awake when you two came back from the balcony,” she said, making a victorious gesture with her hand.
Wang Zhuo recalled using his X-ray vision on her then, but he hadn't focused intently enough on her breathing rate, heartbeat, or pulse. He hadn’t expected such a lapse in vigilance would allow her to slip through.
Eavesdropping is fine, Wang Zhuo thought, she’s already seen the video anyway. He lowered his head to drink.
“Instructor Wang, I want to move in with you,” Siyuan suddenly announced.
“Absolutely not,” Wang Zhuo countered, having fully expected the request.
“Why not? I can help you relax too,” she said, blushing slightly.
Luckily, he didn’t have water in his mouth, or he’d have choked again. Wang Zhuo coughed forcefully a few times before replying, “Didn’t you hear what I just said? You’ve got no bust and no backside; I’m not interested.”
Siyuan protested unhappily. “But I will later!”
Wang Zhuo hesitated for a moment. “Then let’s talk about it when you do.”
He had almost said, Even if you do, I still won't like it, but that felt disingenuous and might discourage her, so he swallowed the thought.
“It’s a deal then.”
The young girl leaped up excitedly, forgetting her slippers, and pattered into the bedroom barefoot.
What is she doing? Wang Zhuo watched her with one eye while flipping on the television. Country Love Story was currently in its tenth season; Xie Guang-kun seemed to be fooling around with another woman. This looked worth watching.
A short while later, he saw Siyuan hunched over her laptop, tinkering with something. Wang Zhuo used all his visual acuity, leveraging the reflections in the room’s mirror and window glass, to see the image on the screen.
The girl was looking up recipes for breast enhancement.
Wang Zhuo was utterly speechless. His eyes darted, and he called out loudly to her, “Just a reminder! Having breasts isn't enough—I don't want any small butts either!”
See where you can find butt augmentation, he thought with a smug grin, turning back to the TV.
About twenty minutes later, Qi Fei called.
“It’s all your fault; you made me look foolish!”
“What happened? What’s up?” Wang Zhuo imitated Xiao Shenyang’s tone.
“A traffic cop was doing a spot check for drunk driving and pulled me over,” Qi Fei said indignantly. “He insisted he smelled alcohol on my breath and made me blow into the device.”
Wang Zhuo burst into uproarious laughter, tears streaming down his face, before finally asking, “And then?”
Qi Fei replied, “Then I told him, ‘Bring the machine over, and I’ll blow into it.’ So I blew into the machine, and then I passed.”
Wang Zhuo teased in a low voice, “What did the machine read? Did it show the sperm concentration?”
“You little hooligan, just wait till I deal with you tomorrow!”
...
The night was deep.
In the next room, Wang Zhuo was snoring softly. In her room, Siyuan was grappling with a headache.
There were countless methods for breast enhancement—a dizzying sea of information that made the young girl feel incredibly confident, as if she could transform into a voluptuous bombshell by tomorrow.
But finding valuable information on buttock augmentation proved difficult. Most results were gossip columns about some foreign female celebrity undergoing endless plastic surgeries, including inserting implants in her backside.
This gave Siyuan a massive headache. Though she hadn’t asked, she guessed Instructor Wang certainly wouldn't like fake breasts and a fake butt. Breasts were manageable, but the buttock problem looked tricky.
Baidu isn't omnipotent, Siyuan angrily closed the Baidu homepage. Forget butt augmentation; even the search results for breast enhancement were overflowing with fraudulent medical claims and fake pharmaceuticals. Baidu, that scoundrel, cared only for money, lacking both morality and shame. Damn it, unreliable!
Helpless, she resorted to her usual tactic: posting a plea on Tencent Ask:
My boyfriend likes women with big breasts and big butts. This young lady sincerely seeks advice. If effective, there will be generous rewards.
The internet is never short of two types of people: the helpful and the troublemakers. Siyuan’s post triggered the instincts of both. Plus, the offered reward was substantial, leading to an immediate flood of responses.
“Sister, I have a trick for you. First, tell us what the generous reward is? It won’t be offering yourself in marriage, will it?”
“First-floor scum, get lost! Watch out, I’ll report you. [Original Poster], I’ll teach you a trick: your boyfriend massaging your chest is the best way to increase size. Try it; it works, I guarantee it. My second boyfriend took me from an A to a C through massaging.”
“Im-Emerge Breast Augmentation Center, an international institution with a national chain, featuring expert teams to tailor plastic surgery plans for you, creating the perfect woman. Beautiful hotline awaits your call.”
“Tell the person on the first floor to get lost. If he loves you, he should accept everything about you, including your flat figure and plain looks.”
“The friend on the second floor is wrong. Bust size is innate; post-natal massage has little effect. For fast and effective results, silicone and saline bags are the way to go.”
“, sign up at a fitness center and do some butt-lifting exercises regularly. The Indian Bovian chain of yoga studios is good; their number is...”
“Why was the phone number blocked? I’ll resend it.”
“Advertisers, get out! The Indian yoga place on the eighth floor is a scam,, don’t believe them.”
After reading for a while, most replies were nonsense, with not a single useful one. However, one response was quite rational—left by an older sister who advised Siyuan to add a QQ group, saying it was full of women with similar troubles who could share advice.
Siyuan tried adding the group three times. The first two times, she got no response. The third time, she received a rejection message saying, “Adult group, no minors allowed.”
Resigned, she sent another request, adding a note explaining she was the one who posted on the Ask website. Only then was the verification approved.
Upon entering the group, the dozens of online women started buzzing when she explained her situation. Ultimately, they all agreed that her problem wasn't a problem at all.
“Which man doesn’t like youth? If you actively throw yourself at him, that guy is yours, guaranteed!”
“Little sister, remember this: having no bust and no butt is your advantage. Walk your own path and let those older women be jealous!”