He wants to adopt a younger sister, but his aloof wife disagrees.

The master bedroom was dimly lit and dimly lit.

The heavy curtains were already drawn, shutting out the continuous autumn rain and the city's neon lights outside. A warm yellow lamp by the bedside cast a soft glow, enveloping the entire room in a quiet and private atmosphere.

Jiang Che gently placed Shen Qingge on the soft bed.

Her heart was pounding like a drum.

Married for a year, the two have shared a bed, but this is the first time they have been alone in a room in such a lucid state with a clear intention to make physical contact.

"Lie down properly."

Jiang Che walked to the dressing table and found the unopened bottle of rose essential oil.

Shen Qingge bit her lip, stiffly turned over, and buried her face in the fluffy pillow, revealing only a section of her slender, fair neck and two bright red ears.

"Take off your coat." Jiang Che walked over with the essential oil, his voice calm. "You can't apply the oil through your clothes; it won't penetrate."

Shen Qingge's body trembled violently.

She was wearing a silk business shirt today, and underneath...

"Just...just take off your coat?" Shen Qingge's voice was muffled in the pillow, barely audible.

"Otherwise what? You want to take your clothes off completely?" Jiang Che raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly mocking. "If President Shen wants to, I have no objection."

"You're dreaming!"

Shen Qingge replied with embarrassment and annoyance, and then, as if to prove that she was only "treating an illness," she took a deep breath, unbuttoned her shirt with trembling hands, and then pulled the shirt down to her waist.

Suddenly, a beautiful back, as smooth and delicate as mutton fat jade, was exposed to the air.

However, the once perfect back line now appears somewhat stiff due to excessive muscle tension, and the shoulder blades are slightly deformed—the price of long hours of desk work.

Jiang Che looked at this body that could drive countless men crazy, but his eyes were clear.

Rather than admiring beautiful women, he is now more like a doctor facing difficult cases.

"Bear with it, it will hurt a lot when you first start pushing the meridians open."

Jiang Che poured some essential oil into his palm, rubbed his hands together vigorously until they were hot.

Then, those large, burning hot hands covered Shen Qingge's cold back without any obstruction.

"Ugh—"

The moment their skin touched, Shen Qingge's back arched sharply, and her toes gripped the sheets tightly.

heat.

too hot.

The heat instantly seeped into her body through her pores, mingling with the scent of rose essential oil, instantly clearing her previously muddled mind, only to plunge her into another kind of daze.

Jiang Che didn't give her time to adjust.

[Divine Traditional Chinese Medicine Massage] Full Power Activated.

His fingers seemed to have X-ray vision, accurately locating the stiff knots in Shen Qingge's back.

Push, press, knead, and grasp.

Every movement is powerful and penetrating, reaching the very source of the problem.

"Ah...it hurts...Jiang Che...be gentle..."

Shen Qingge finally couldn't help but cry out.

The aches and pains, the result of years of accumulated strain being forcibly relieved by external force, brought tears to her eyes. She gripped the pillow tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white, her body trembling helplessly in Jiang Che's palms.

"You can't even bear this little bit of pain? Where did your usual sternness and commanding presence go in meetings?"

Jiang Che joked, but his actions became a perfect blend of strength and gentleness.

After pressing hard on the sore spot, he immediately followed up with gentle stroking and soothing.

This "slap followed by a treat" approach allowed Shen Qingge to experience an overwhelming surge of pleasure immediately after the extreme pain.

"Hmm... Phew... That's it..."

Shen Qingge's voice gradually changed tone.

It was no longer a painful cry, but a soft, whimpering murmur with a hint of sobbing.

Her rationality completely collapsed at that moment.

All pretense of a female CEO's authority and the dignity of an empress were cast to the winds at this moment. She only knew to obey her body's instincts and submit to Jiang Che's hand.

"Jiang Che..."

Shen Qingge turned her head in a daze and looked at the man who was focused on massaging her.

Sweat trickled down Jiang Che's forehead, dripping down his strong jawline and onto her back. At this moment, Jiang Che was so sexy that she was somewhat mesmerized.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Che didn't stop, his thumb pressing on her lower back.

"Am I... a terrible wife?"

Shen Qingge's voice was very soft, carrying a hint of vulnerability and self-doubt she had never experienced before:

"This past year, I treated you like an ornament, and you suffered so much... Why are you still so good to me?"

Jiang Che paused for a moment.

He looked at the petite woman beneath him, who had let down all her guard.

"Because you're my wife."

Jiang Che smiled faintly, leaned down, and gently kissed her sweaty forehead:

"I'll be content as long as you stop giving me attitude all the time and stop treating this place like a hotel."

This kiss, though as light as a feather, was like a pebble thrown into Shen Qingge's heart, stirring up ripples.

Her eyes welled up with tears, and an emotion called "dependence" took root and sprouted in her hardened heart.

"I want more..."

Shen Qingge closed her eyes and nuzzled her cheek against Jiang Che's arm, like a spoiled cat:

"Press it a little longer... I want to sleep..."

"Okay, go to sleep."

Jiang Che's technique became even gentler, filled with a hypnotic rhythm.

……

at the same time.

Outside the master bedroom door.

Su Xiaoruan was clinging to the door like a gecko, her ears pressed tightly against the crack.

However, as a multi-million dollar mansion, Tomson Riviera uses only the highest-grade materials for its interior decoration, especially the door to the master bedroom, which is a thickened solid wood soundproof door with an outrageously good sound insulation effect.

Even though Su Xiaoruan squeezed her ears until they were deformed, she could only hear extremely faint, intermittent sounds coming from inside.

"……ah……"

"...Be gentle..."

"……pain……"

"...and more..."

These words crept into Su Xiaoruan's ears in bits and pieces.

Although it's hard to hear clearly, that's precisely what drives people crazy!

In an instant, Su Xiaoruan's mind conjured up a ten-thousand-word novel plot.

"Damn it!!"

Su Xiaoruan was so angry that she scratched at the door, her delicate little face scrunched up like a bun:

"You secretly ate alone behind my back!!"

"They even called it some kind of treatment! Liar! Big liar!"

Su Xiaoruan bit her finger, feeling a sour feeling welling up inside her.

Although she didn't quite understand the specifics of that kind of thing (after all, she was still an innocent young girl), she knew that the two people inside must be very intimate at that moment, a hundred times more intimate than when they were with her.

The feeling of being excluded and lonely made her very unhappy.

"Hmph! What's so great about it!"

Su Xiaoruan angrily clenched her fist at the air:

"It's just a massage, right? Once my leg is better, I want my brother to give me one too! I want a full-body massage! Two hours!"

"And they even pressed the buttons with the door open! That woman is infuriating!"

Just as Su Xiaoruan was imagining how she would "fight back" in the future...

Sudden.

"Click".

The lock on the door in front of me turned slightly.

Su Xiaoruan was startled and before she could retreat, the door was pulled open.

Jiang Che stood at the door, holding a bottle of essential oil in his hand. His clothes were slightly disheveled, his sleeves were rolled up, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

He looked down and saw Su Xiaoruan, who was still in the "eavesdropping" position and hadn't had time to stand up straight.

Eyes facing each other.

The air fell silent for two seconds.

"Heh...hehe..."

Su Xiaoruan awkwardly forced a stiff smile, stood up straight, put her hands behind her back, and drew circles on the ground with her toes:

"Um...brother, what a coincidence. I...I was just passing by, just passing by."

Jiang Che looked at her shifty-eyed appearance and then at her bright red ears, and he knew exactly what she was up to.

"Just passing by?"

Jiang Che looked at her with a half-smile, "Do I need to press my ear against the door to pass by? Are you trying to rub the door with your ear?"

"Oh! I just... I was just checking if you needed any help!"

Su Xiaoruan argued defiantly, while simultaneously standing on tiptoe and craning her neck to look into the room:

"Where's my sister? Is she alright? I heard a lot of noise just now. Is she in a lot of pain?"

Jiang Che turned to the side, blocking her view, and closed the door behind him.

"She's asleep."

Jiang Che spoke softly, "The treatment just now was rather... intense, she's exhausted."

Intense...exhausting...

These two words once again accurately struck Su Xiaoruan's mental framework.

Su Xiaoruan's eyes instantly turned resentful, staring at Jiang Che like a wronged little wife:

"My brother is biased."

"How am I being biased?"

"You've been 'treating' my sister for so long, you're sweating! You've never been this nice to me!" Su Xiaoruan pouted, her tone so sour it was almost painful.

Jiang Che looked at her amusedly and reached out to pinch her puffed-up cheek.

"What do you know, you little brat?"

"Go back to your room and get some sleep. I need to take you to complete your school registration tomorrow. If you can't get up, I'll pack you up and dump you at the school gate."

Upon hearing the words "enrollment," Su Xiaoruan's resentment instantly turned into fear.

"Um...can we not go...?"

"No." Jiang Che refused coldly, turned and walked towards the kitchen. "I'll go get a glass of water. You should go to bed early too."

Watching Jiang Che's departing figure, Su Xiaoruan rubbed her cheek that had been pinched.

Although my brother is fierce, but... when he pinched my cheek just now, his eyes didn't seem so cold.

Su Xiaoruan glanced at the tightly closed master bedroom door and secretly vowed in her heart:

"Just wait! I'll wait until later..."

She didn't say what would happen in the future, she just snorted and turned to run back to her room.

That night.

Shen Qingge fell into a deep sleep in extreme relaxation, a satisfied smile still lingering on her lips.

In her dream, Su Xiaoruan saw herself become a peerless master, effortlessly defeating that function problem, and then Jiang Che rewarded her with a big hug.

Jiang Che stood on the balcony, looking at the night sky after the rain.

He knew this was just the beginning.

Whether it's Shen Qingge's strategy to win over his mind and body or Su Xiaoruan's development plan, both are developing in the direction he expected.

But he also knew that Su Xiaoruan's "past" was not so easy to completely sever.

Although that phone call dealt with the thugs, Su Xiaoruan's vampire-like family and her alcoholic uncle who drove her to this point will probably come knocking on her door sooner or later.

"It seems we need to make some preparations in advance."

Jiang Che narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

No one can disrupt his current life of luxury.