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

The Bund, Roosevelt Mansion.

This is the most exclusive private club in Jianghai City, accessible only to the truly powerful and wealthy. Outside the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, the Huangpu River shimmers with light, and the towering skyscrapers of the Three Towers stand on the opposite bank.

The atmosphere inside the private room was lively.

"Cheers! To our 'Bird of Freedom'!"

Shen Qingge raised her glass of red wine, and her usually icy face was now adorned with an extremely rare, radiant smile.

She is very happy today.

It wasn't just because Su Xiaoruan had given Lin Shanshan (Wang Qiang's daughter) a good slap in the face at the party, venting her anger; it was also because she had witnessed Jiang Che's ability to turn the impossible into the possible.

That rebellious girl whom everyone underestimated was transformed by him into a dark horse that shocked the entire audience.

This sense of pride that "my man is capable of anything" is even more intoxicating to her than when she closes a deal herself.

"Thank you, sister! Thank you, brother!"

Su Xiaoruan excitedly raised her juice glass and clinked it against hers. She was still in a state of extreme excitement, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkling with an unprecedented confidence.

"Little Softie, this is a reward from your older sister."

Shen Qingge took out an exquisite velvet box from her bag and pushed it in front of Su Xiaoruan.

When Su Xiaoruan opened it, she found a Van Cleef & Arpels four-leaf clover necklace.

"Wow...this is too valuable!" Su Xiaoruan was a little hesitant to accept it.

"Keep it."

Shen Qingge took a sip of wine, her tone domineering:

"You're part of our family, so you should dress smartly when you go out. Stop wearing those cheap clothes from street vendors all the time."

"Also, if Lin Shanshan dares to cause you trouble at school again, just fight her back. If anything happens, your brother and I will cover for you."

These words brought tears to Su Xiaoruan's eyes.

"Sister, you're so nice! Waaah..." Su Xiaoruan wanted to rush over and hug Shen Qingge, but after glancing at that aura, she finally turned around and hugged Jiang Che's arm, rubbing against him.

Shen Qingge: "..."

Although I was a little jealous, I tolerated it because she performed well tonight.

Perhaps it was because I was in a great mood, or perhaps it was because this bottle of Romanée-Conti was so rich and full-bodied.

That night, Shen Qingge, who was always self-disciplined and restrained, drank too much.

……

It's 11 p.m.

The Bugatti Veyron was parked in the underground parking garage of Tomson Riviera.

Although Su Xiaoruan was excited, she had been up all day and was exhausted. She yawned in the back seat, clutching the necklace box.

Meanwhile, in the passenger seat, Shen Qingge was completely drunk.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were unfocused, and the seatbelt clung to her burgundy dress, outlining her breathtaking curves. She tilted her head, staring intently at Jiang Che's profile, occasionally letting out a few silly, unintelligible laughs.

"arrive."

Jiang Che unbuckled his seatbelt and looked helplessly at his drunken wife.

"No... I won't get off the bus..."

Shen Qingge, like a spoiled child, clung to the seatbelt with both hands, refusing to let go, "I want to drink more... I want to celebrate..."

"Drink it at home."

Jiang Che sighed, got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, and skillfully lifted her out.

"Little Softie, can you walk by yourself?"

"Yes!" Su Xiaoruan rubbed her eyes and said very tactfully, "Brother, you should carry sister upstairs quickly. I can press the elevator button myself!"

The three returned home.

Su Xiaoruan obediently said goodnight and darted back to her room. She knew that if she stayed any longer as a third wheel, she'd be struck by lightning.

Only Jiang Che and Shen Qingge, who was clinging to him, remained in the living room.

Jiang Che carried her into the master bedroom, placed her on the bed, and then went to the bathroom to wring out a hot towel.

When he returned, he found Shen Qingge sitting cross-legged on the bed, her long, flowing hair cascading down, covering half her face. She looked like a lonely female ghost (crossed out), or a wounded fairy.

Jiang Che.

Shen Qingge suddenly spoke, her voice tinged with drunkenness and a hint of grievance.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Feeling nauseous?" Jiang Che went over and wiped her face.

"no……"

Shen Qingge grabbed Jiang Che's hand and pressed her face against his palm. Her eyes, usually filled with calculation and rationality, were now red and brimming with tears.

Am I...getting old?

Jiang Che was taken aback: "What nonsense are you talking about? You're only twenty-five."

"But Su Xiaoruan is only seventeen years old..."

Shen Qingge sniffed, her voice choked with emotion:

"Tonight on stage, I looked at her... She was so young, so energetic, like a little sun... Even though she was dressed in tattered clothes, everyone was looking at her and applauding for her."

"And me... all I know how to do is hold meetings, all I know how to yell at people, all I know how to scheme for other people's shares..."

"Jiang Che, do you... prefer younger people?"

That's the real reason she got drunk tonight.

Although she said she was proud of Su Xiaoruan, as a woman, especially one who deeply loved her husband, it was inevitable that she would feel a deep sense of crisis and inferiority when she saw another young girl shining so brightly under her husband's guidance.

She was afraid that she would no longer be lovable.

She feared that her cold, aloof face would ultimately pale in comparison to that youthful, radiant smile.

Jiang Che looked at the female CEO in front of him who was still worried about him being "unlovable" even when she was drunk, and the softest part of his heart was hit hard.

Who would have thought that Shen Qingge, who is ruthless and decisive in the business world, would have such a silly side in private?

"fool."

Jiang Che sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and cupped her face, his thumb gently tracing the tear tracks at the corners of her eyes:

"Who said all you do is hold meetings?"

"You can earn money to support the family, you can stand up for me and bang on the table at the police station, and you can bring a legal team to my aid when I'm being bullied."

"In my heart, you are a million times more charming in a suit than Su Xiaoruan in a white dress."

"Really...really?" Shen Qingge blinked her teary eyes, like a child begging for candy.

"real."

Jiang Che lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, his voice deep and firm:

"Su Xiaoruan is the sun, illuminating others. But you are the moon."

"The moon belongs to me alone; it only lights my way home at night."

"and……"

Jiang Che's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he leaned close to her ear:

"Twenty-five is not old at all. It's the perfect age, when you're at your best."

Shen Qingge burst into laughter after being amused by the crude remark, her face turning as red as a ripe peach.

"rogue……"

She scolded him playfully, then, as if she had made a decision, she suddenly wrapped her arms around Jiang Che's neck and pulled him forcefully.

Jiang Che leaned against her.

"Jiang Che..."

Shen Qingge looked at the man so close to her, her eyes becoming hazy and burning. The alcohol was taking effect, and her reason completely vanished, leaving only the most primal desire.

"Didn't you say... you'd play the piano for me?"

"Hmm?" Jiang Che raised an eyebrow. "You want to hear the piano?"

"No……"

Shen Qingge shook her head, her fingers unbuttoning Jiang Che's shirt one button at a time, her voice so seductive it could drip water:

"I want to hear...you play me."

"I want to be your... piano keys."

boom--!

The impact of this sentence is even greater than the high note in the song "A Diao".

Jiang Che felt as if the strings in his mind snapped instantly.

Who the hell could stand this?!

"it is good."

Jiang Che's voice was hoarse as he ripped off his tie and pinned her down beneath him.

"Tonight, I'll show you what a master-level 'performance' really is."

"Don't beg for mercy."

"Well……"

Outside the window, the moonlight is gentle.

The master bedroom was filled with springtime charm.

That night, Shen Qingge was no longer the high and mighty female CEO; she was simply a woman trembling, blossoming, and singing under the fingertips of her lover.

……

The next morning.

The sunlight was blinding.

When Shen Qingge woke up, she felt a splitting headache and her whole body ached as if it were falling apart.

She sat up, rubbing her temples. The blanket slipped down, revealing a suggestive stain on her body.

Memories of last night flooded back like a tide.

Am I getting old...?

"I want to hear you play me..."

Shen Qingge's face instantly turned bright red, and she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

God!

What outrageous things did she say last night?!

Is this really Shen Qingge?!

Just then, the door was pushed open.

Jiang Che walked in carrying a glass of honey water, looking refreshed with a contented smile on his face, as if he had eaten and drunk his fill.

"woke up?"

Jiang Che walked to the bedside, handed her the water, and his gaze swept over her body with a playful look:

"Last night's 'performance' was a great success. President Shen's high notes were even better than Su Xiaoruan's."

"Shut up!"

Shen Qingge threw the pillow at the object in shame and anger, then buried her head in the blanket like an ostrich.

Jiang Che caught the pillow and laughed even more heartily.

【Ding! 】

[Detection indicates that the host and his wife have completed a deep emotional exchange.]

Shen Qingge's "iceberg" persona has been completely shattered, transforming her into the perfect wife—"domineering to outsiders, yet gentle and tender to her family."

[Congratulations, host, on receiving the reward: God-level Investment Intuition (Now that you have 3000 million in cash, it's time to make money work for you).]

[Prize: A floor of a top-tier office building in downtown Jianghai (valued at 1.5 million RMB).]

Jiang Che looked at the system's rewards, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

With this office space, it's time to move his "super-rich business" out of his home.

Always staying at home and living off a woman may be appealing, but it limits one's perspective.

He wanted to build his own business empire and truly become a force worthy of, or even surpass, the Shen Group.

"Get up, honey."

Jiang Che lifted a corner of the blanket and pulled out the still shy woman:

"Today is a good day."

"I'll take you somewhere."