They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Lin Yaoyao and Qiu Siyao were wearing silk pajamas.

The skirt was so short it barely covered the top of her thighs, and the thin straps hung on her shoulders, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

The room smelled of shower gel.

"Honey, you're back?" Lin Yaoyao hooked her arm around his neck.

Qiu Siyao also stood up and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

"you?"

"I'll be waiting for you!"

Shen Qingning sneaked into their home late at night while the two were away.

Xiao Xiao seems to have gone from being a bystander watching the drama unfold to personally getting involved, forming some kind of alliance of interests with Shen Qingning.

Lin Yaoyao had to take action.

She is a traditional woman who will first look for problems within herself.

After they returned home, they never mentioned what happened that night to Jiang Han, nor did they ask why, and they spent their first night peacefully.

The best way to ward off a seductive fox is to fight fire with fire, letting men experience the joy of home.

Lin Yaoyao's voice was so alluring it could melt your heart.

"Honey, tonight I'll show you what a real woman is."

Jiang Han couldn't help but swallow, glancing at the other person's two soft mounds that seemed to overflow from the fabric.

Her lips were red and full, like ripe cherries.

Jiang Han turned his head to look at Qiu Siyao again. Her champagne-colored nightgown clung to her body curves, and her waist was so slender that it could be grasped with one hand.

A pair of long, beautiful legs gleamed with a warm glow under the light.

She smiled with her lips pursed, her cheeks flushed, her eyes gentle yet tinged with shyness.

"Whose idea was this?" Jiang Han asked.

"Mine," Lin Yaoyao replied.

Why?

"This is what we should do!"

"You two..." Jiang Han's voice was low.

"Um?"

"You're not getting any sleep tonight."

The light in the master bedroom is off.

Only the dim yellow nightlight by the bedside remained, illuminating the overlapping shadows.

Outside the window, the night at Yunqi Mountain Villa is as quiet as a painting.

The moon quietly hid behind the clouds.

……

Morning light streamed into the master bedroom through the sheer curtains.

When Jiang Han opened his eyes, two lazy cats were curled up beside him, breathing evenly, their eyelashes trembling slightly.

He recalled the scene from last night and couldn't help but sigh that it was a truly exhilarating battle.

Jiang Han didn't move, afraid of waking them.

Lin Yaoyao sensed the movement around her, opened her eyes, and met Jiang Han's gaze.

Then, in a sweet, coquettish voice, she called out, "Husband..."

As the scenes from last night replayed in her mind, Lin Yaoyao buried her face in the pillow in embarrassment.

Jiang Han laughed: "Who said I was going to show you what a real woman is?"

"It wasn't me!"

Qiu Siyao was also woken up: "What time is it?"

Jiang Han glanced at his phone on the bedside table: "7:30."

What time is Xiao Xiao's house opening ceremony?

"Eleven o'clock."

"Siyao, you have a red mark on your neck."

Qiu Siyao quickly covered her neck: "You have one too!"

Both women turned to look at Jiang Han at the same time.

Jiang Han shrugged: "You bit them yourselves, it's none of my business."

"Liar!"

After a brief flirtatious exchange, Lin Yaoyao returned to the main topic.

"Siyao, which suit do you think my husband should wear today?"

"The gray one, I guess."

"We have to give them face since they invited us." Qiu Siyao paused, "Besides, the gray suit suits him and makes him look more composed."

Lin Yaoyao went to the dressing room and carefully selected an outfit for Jiang Han.

She took out the gray suit and hung it on the hanger, then pulled out a white shirt.

Lin Yaoyao turned on the garment steamer and waited for the scalding steam to gush out before carefully ironing every inch of the fabric.

She felt touched, proud, and satisfied as she prepared clothes for her man.

"Where's the tie?"

"Choose black, with a subtle pattern."

Meanwhile, Qiu Siyao ran downstairs, heated up some milk, toasted some bread, and fried some eggs.

When Jiang Han finished washing up and came downstairs, breakfast was already laid out on the dining table.

The two people, one on each side, naturally took care of him.

After breakfast, Jiang Han went upstairs to change his clothes.

Lin Yaoyao helped him put on his shirt, buttoning it one button at a time. Her fingertips trembled slightly as she brushed her fingers across his chest.

Qiu Siyao stood beside him, holding up his suit jacket, and helped him put on his shirt from behind after he finished putting it on.

The two worked together seamlessly.

Jiang Han stood in front of the dressing mirror, one person helped him straighten his collar, and another person squatted down to smooth out the wrinkles in his trousers.

"Alright." Lin Yaoyao stepped back and looked her over.

"So cool!"

Qiu Siyao nodded as well: "Very energetic."

Jiang Han nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the two women beside him; both were without makeup.

"Aren't you going?" Jiang Han asked.

"Go later."

Why?

Qiu Siyao didn't answer, but just smiled and stood on tiptoe to straighten his tie knot.

"Honey, when you sing 'Little Dimples' today, will you hold hands with Xiao Xiao?"

Jiang Han glanced at her.

She put on a smile and said, "Alright, go on, don't be late."

Lin Yaoyao walked up to him, straightened his shirt cuffs, and whispered, "Honey, sing well, I'm listening from the audience."

Jiang Han nodded, picked up his car keys, and walked out.

As he reached the door, he glanced back.

Jiang Han felt that at this moment, they were more beautiful than any woman dressed up.

Xiao Family Hotel, Top Floor Banquet Hall.

The floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall offers a panoramic view of Jingzhou's skyline, while sunlight filters through the grille-like ceiling, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

The stage in the center was decorated with pure white floral arrangements, and giant LED screens on both sides played promotional videos for the Xiao Group.

At 10 a.m., the guests began to enter the venue.

Xiao Xiao stood at the entrance to greet guests, her white dress gleaming softly under the lights.

The waist was extremely narrow, and the skirt hem just reached above the knee, revealing a section of slender calves.

Completely different from her usual style of dress, Xiao Xiao exuded a more feminine charm at this moment.

"Miss Xiao looks beautiful today," a middle-aged lady remarked as she passed by.

"Thank you, Aunt Zhao." Xiao Xiao smiled sweetly, but her eyes kept glancing towards the door out of the corner of her eye.