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

Chapter 38 Lace Nightgown

It's late at night, 10 PM.

28th floor of Building A, Tomson Riviera.

The once minimalist yet luxurious living room now looked as if it had just been ransacked. Dozens of shopping bags, each bearing the logos of major luxury brands, were piled up like a small mountain, almost completely obscuring the Steinway piano.

"Unpacking! Unpacking! This feeling of tearing open packaging is so satisfying!"

Like a little mouse that had fallen into a rice jar, Su Xiaoruan sat cross-legged on the carpet, excitedly unpacking one exquisite box after another.

Wow! This pink bag is so cute!

"My God, these shoes even have rhinestones!"

Each time she opened one, she would let out a gasp and then eagerly hold it up to herself.

Jiang Che sat on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine, watching this scene with a smile on his lips.

That's the meaning of making money.

Seeing his woman (and sister) smile from the heart because of material satisfaction, this sense of accomplishment is sometimes more direct than making hundreds of millions in the stock market.

"Don't just expose them without revealing their true nature."

Jiang Che swirled his wine glass, like a king awaiting inspection:

"Now that you've bought it, put it on for me to see."

"Okay!"

Su Xiaoruan grabbed a pile of clothes and dashed into the guest room.

Three minutes later.

The door opened.

"Clang clang clang!"

Su Xiaoruan jumped out.

She changed into a Miu Miu preppy outfit: a cropped white shirt, a low-waisted pleated mini skirt, and black loafers with slouch socks.

This outfit perfectly accentuated her youthful waistline and long legs. The girlish charm, somewhere between innocence and allure, practically overflowed the screen.

"Brother, is it pretty?"

Su Xiaoruan twirled around, her skirt billowing in the air.

"nice."

Jiang Che nodded, showering him with praise: "Youth is invincible. This outfit suits you perfectly; wear it to school tomorrow."

"Hehe!" Su Xiaoruan raised her chin triumphantly, not forgetting to give Shen Qingge, who was sitting on the other sofa, a provocative look:

"Sister, you should go change too! Brother said I look good!"

Shen Qingge was elegantly flipping through a fashion magazine when she heard this. She closed the book and glanced at Su Xiaoruan indifferently.

That look in her eyes was like that of an empress looking at a newly arrived concubine showing off.

"Youth is indeed invincible."

Shen Qingge stood up, her slender fingers unbuttoning her collar, her tone languid yet domineering:

"But some things cannot be bought with youth."

"For example... charm."

After saying that, she carried the Hermès and Dior bags and went into the master bedroom.

Ten minutes later.

The door to the master bedroom slowly opened.

Jiang Che and Su Xiaoruan looked over at the same time.

Shen Qingge was wearing the black velvet haute couture evening gown she had bought directly from the mall.

This is a dress that truly tests one's figure. The deep V-neck design reveals a large expanse of fair skin and a deep cleavage, while the tight-fitting cut perfectly accentuates her S-shaped curves. The high slit in the skirt allows glimpses of her long legs clad in black stockings as she moves.

She didn't jump around like Su Xiaoruan.

She simply walked gracefully towards us, step by step, in her high heels.

Every step he took was on Jiang Che's heartbeat.

The unique charm of a mature woman, the queenly aura cultivated from years of holding a high position, instantly raised the temperature of the entire living room by several degrees.

If Su Xiaoruan is a glass of sweet fruit juice...

Shen Qingge is like a bottle of aged red wine; just one whiff of it is intoxicating.

"How is it, Mr. Jiang?"

Shen Qingge walked up to Jiang Che, but instead of sitting down, she looked down at him, one hand on her hip, her eyes alluring.

"Does this set... meet your standards?"

Jiang Che's Adam's apple bobbed.

This is not just pleasing to the eye, it's downright deadly.

"Cough cough."

The milk tea in Su Xiaoruan's hand next to her no longer tasted good. She looked down at her flat stomach, then at Shen Qingge's voluptuous curves, and took a bitter bite of the straw.

This round was a complete defeat.

"Sister...you're cheating!" Su Xiaoruan muttered. "This is a complete rip-off!"

"That's called strength."

Shen Qingge smiled slightly, reached out, and gently lifted Jiang Che's chin:

"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you staring blankly?"

Jiang Che grabbed her hand, kissed the back of it, and looked at her with burning eyes:

"I was thinking... this dress is so pretty, wouldn't it be a shame if I accidentally tore it when I took it off?"

Shen Qingge blushed and glared at him playfully: "You dare! This one's worth 800,000!"

Although she said that, she couldn't hide the spring fever in her eyes.

"Alright, alright, the fashion show is over."

Jiang Che stood up and put his arm around one of them.

"They are all beautiful."

"One is my family's little princess, and the other is my family's queen."

"My life has been worthwhile."

……

Late at night.

Su Xiaoruan hugged her new clothes and went back to her room to sleep contentedly. Before leaving, she made sure to lock the door, afraid of hearing any noise she shouldn't.

Inside the master bedroom.

Shen Qingge was removing her makeup. She changed out of her expensive evening gown and was about to put on her usual conservative silk pajamas.

"etc."

Jiang Che leaned against the headboard, holding a delicate little box in his hand:

"Today at the mall, I secretly bought something when you weren't looking."

"This is for you."

Shen Qingge was taken aback: "For me? What is it?"

She took the box, opened it, and took a look.

Her face instantly turned red to the roots of her neck.

It was a... a black, semi-transparent lace nightgown with very little fabric. And it was the kind of design with a touch of sensuality.

"Jiang Che! You...you're a pervert!"

Shen Qingge threw the box back onto the bed, too embarrassed to look at him. "I won't wear this! It's too... too shameful!"

"This is a limited edition from Victoria's Secret."

Jiang Che wasn't annoyed; he simply said slowly:

"You don't have to wear it. Anyway, Su Xiaoruan seems to be quite interested in a mature style lately, so how about I give it to her..."

"You dare!"

Shen Qingge turned around abruptly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and snatched back the box:

"She's a minor! Stop poisoning her!"

"So, are you going to wear it or not?" Jiang Che asked with a mischievous grin.

Shen Qingge bit her lip, looking at Jiang Che's "I've got you all figured out" expression. She felt both ashamed and angry, but more than that... there was a secret sense of anticipation.

Actually, she also wanted to show him more different sides of herself.

"Fine, I'll wear it!"

Shen Qingge grabbed the box and rushed into the bathroom, leaving behind a harsh remark:

"If you dare laugh at me later, you're dead!"

……

Twenty minutes later.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

The lights were dimmed.

Shen Qingge came out wrapped in a bathrobe. She stood by the bed, hesitated for a long time, and finally took a deep breath and untied the bathrobe belt.

The bathrobe slipped down.

In that instant, Jiang Che felt as if his breath was about to stop.

Black lace, snow-white skin.

The intense visual impact, coupled with Shen Qingge's shy yet slightly accommodating expression, made her an absolute beauty.

"come over."

Jiang Che's voice was hoarse as he reached out his hand.

Shen Qingge blushed and obediently climbed onto the bed, snuggling into his arms.

"Is it pretty?" She buried her face in his chest, her voice barely audible.

"nice."

Jiang Che rolled over and pinned her down, his eyes burning with two flames:

"It's ten thousand times prettier than that eight hundred thousand dress."

"Qingge..."