The jet-spray warrior enthroned on the toilet didn't have time to deal with them.
Li Sili, the youngest of the girls, unapologetically assigned rooms for everyone. The house was spacious, with four bedrooms: one master, one secondary, and two smaller guest rooms. The young girl claimed the secondary bedroom with the en suite bathroom for herself.
After setting down their luggage, they saw that the uncle was still in the bathroom. So, they took turns showering in the main bathroom and the one in Li Sili's room to wash away the day's fatigue. After showering and changing into pajamas, they sat on the large sofa in the living room, whispering among themselves.
Fang Sihan had a carefree personality and draped her long legs over the coffee table. "Didn't Uncle say his home was in Bi Gui Yuan? Is this his house too?" she asked, looking at Li Sili.
Li Sili, now in pink pajamas, was lounging on the sofa, scrolling through her phone with her feet kicked up. "I have no idea! Uncle never told me."
Yun Yuqing, who had a gentle nature, sat primly on the sofa. She put down her phone and whispered to the other two, "I just checked online. The property price in this community is actually 200,000 yuan per square meter. Uncle's house must be worth 40 to 50 million yuan."
Li Sili and Fang Sihan gasped, glancing toward the master bedroom before lowering their voices.
Li Sili's face was smug. "Yesterday, I introduced you to Uncle and you were so dismissive. I bet you're regretting it now, huh?"
"It's all Ruan Bingran's fault. She deliberately spread lies to deceive us," Fang Sihan said bitterly.
"Exactly! You can't blame us, Sili. Ruan Bingran was the one bad-mouthing Uncle. You weren't there, but she made it sound so convincing," Yun Yuqing chimed in, backing Fang Sihan up.
At the mention of Ruan Bingran, Li Sili's expression soured. No wonder her other two roommates had been so lukewarm when she brought up Uncle later. They had seemed quite interested during dinner. Their dorm had four people, and the three of them got along so well mainly because they were united by their shared dislike for the fourth: Ruan Bingran.
Seeing Li Sili agree with them, Fang Sihan added, "I had a really good impression of Uncle at dinner yesterday. But when we got back to the dorm, Ruan Bingran overheard us and started talking trash about him. She said he'd just been fired and his wife had divorced him. The house was marital property, so he'd have to sell it to pay off the bank loan, and after giving half to his ex-wife, he wouldn't have much left. She called him a fake rich guy trying to scam naive girls like us who haven't been out in the world."
Seeing Yun Yuqing nod in agreement, Li Sili seethed. "Ruan Bingran is rotten to the core. Just yesterday afternoon, she tricked us into being models for her live stream, promising five hundred to a thousand yuan for half a day's work. It wasn't until we got there that we found out it was for modeling lingerie. And not just any lingerie—erotic lingerie."
Her words struck a chord with the others.
"I know, right? Making eighteen-year-old girls wear that stuff for a live stream with thousands of viewers? It would be social suicide!" Fang Sihan exclaimed.
Yun Yuqing's face flushed. "If any of our relatives or friends saw that, we'd never be able to show our faces again."
Li Sili's cheeks puffed out with anger. "Then she lied to us again, saying we wouldn't have to wear it. We'd just have to dress a little revealingly and hold it up to present it.
"And then back at the dorm that night, she was bad-mouthing Uncle again. Hmph! She was definitely just trying to stir up trouble because we didn't fall for her scam. Let's just kick her out of our group chat. No one talk to her ever again."
Li Sili's proposal was met with enthusiastic agreement from Fang Sihan and Yun Yuqing.
By the time they finished their chat, Sun Dasheng finally emerged from the bedroom, his legs a bit wobbly. Seeing the three beautiful young women in their pajamas on the sofa, he turned on the TV. "If you're not sleepy yet, you can watch some TV for a while."
Only then did the girls notice the enormous television set against the living room wall.
"Uncle, your TV is huge!" The petite Li Sili hopped barefoot in front of the TV to compare her height. She was shorter by a wide margin.
Sun Dasheng chuckled. "It's the latest 115-inch TV from TCL. It's 2.6 meters wide, and with the stand, it's over 1.8 meters tall."
"Wow, Uncle, this TV must have been really expensive, right?" Li Sili asked.
"It was alright. Including accessories and installation, it was just under 100,000 yuan," Sun Dasheng replied nonchalantly.
"Wow! Uncle, do all you rich people talk like that?" Li Sili perfectly imitated Sun Dasheng's nonchalant expression. "'It was alright. Just under 100,000 yuan.'"
Her imitation was spot-on; she really should stop doing that. But as a drama major, she did have some acting chops. She had perfectly captured Sun Dasheng's air of casual flexing. Everyone chuckled at her antics.
He asked if there was anything they wanted to watch, and they all replied in unison: "Blossoms Shanghai."
As a recently popular TV show, I've seen plenty of clips on Douyin. But from what I've seen, it's a business drama set in nineties Dahu City, right? It seems like something for people born in the seventies and eighties. Do Gen Z kids actually like this stuff?
Sun Dasheng prepared a glass of hot milk for each of them and sat down on the sofa to watch the show with them. Already engrossed, they took the milk, mumbled their thanks, and immediately turned back to the screen.
The show was genuinely well-made. Its cinematography pushed the boundaries for television series. He found himself drawn in by the story and began to watch with rapt attention.
Immersed in the story of nineties Dahu City, he suddenly sensed something strange beside him. Fang Sihan, who had been sitting at a distance, had somehow managed to stretch her feet over to him. She had a fluffy blanket draped over her legs, and from underneath it, she slowly slid her fair, tender feet onto Sun Dasheng's lap.
When she saw Sun Dasheng glance her way, Fang Sihan's face flushed. She didn't know why she had done something so bold and shameless.
Sun Dasheng grabbed her delicate feet, stroking them gently a few times before suddenly squeezing hard. The sharp pain almost made her cry out, but she managed to stifle the sound. Her gaze towards Sun Dasheng was pleading, likely hoping he wouldn't expose her little move to her two classmates who were absorbed in the show.
Sun Dasheng smiled. This girl has some nerve, trying to pull a fast one right under my nose.
The next second, he called out Li Sili's name loudly.
Startled, Fang Sihan tried to pull her foot back, but someone was faster. Sun Dasheng's hand shot out and caught her foot. Seeing the terror on her face, he decided not to torment her further. He turned to a questioning Li Sili and said, "Bring me a blanket."
Li Sili had thought he wanted her for something important, but it was just a blanket. It was true that the three of them had hogged all the blankets on the sofa. However, she was the farthest from him, and the show was at a climatic point. Reluctant to move, she nudged the person beside her. "Yu Qing, can you get Uncle the blanket?"
Yun Yuqing was sweet-tempered and obedient. She picked up a blanket, walked over, and handed it to Sun Dasheng. As she turned to leave, a fleeting glimpse caught something not quite suitable for children. She said nothing and quietly returned to her spot on the sofa.
After that, however, her focus was no longer on the television. Her eyes kept darting toward Fang Sihan and Sun Dasheng.
This feels just like secretly watching forbidden films in our dorm... so thrilling!