Just a minute ago, it'd dropped to 69 (Familiar)—how the hell did their intimacy not only bounce back but shoot higher than before the kiss in a blink?
Plus, Li Bin couldn't figure out why Wen Lan was hiding it, why she was lying.
Real talk, a brother-in-law and sister-in-law grabbing food together was totally normal.
But Wen Lan was playing it slick, covering their tracks in front of his wife like nothing went down today.
If Li Bin hadn't seen her intimacy hit 91, he'd have wondered if Wen Lan had amnesia or some shit.
Right then, Li Bin caught Wen Lan—while Wen Wan wasn't looking—sneaking him a quick wink.
With her heart-shaped face and fox-like eyes, that wink was sexy as hell, making Li Bin's heart skip a beat.
Intimacy at 91!
That meant just 9 points to fully lock down his cuñada Wen Lan!
"Li Bin, seriously, Wen Lan's like your sister—you should look out for her more when she's home alone. Don't just hole up writing all day. Going out to eat's a waste—couldn't you whip something up at noon?"
Shen Han poked her head out from the kitchen, buying Wen Lan's story and scolding Li Bin with some irritation.
"Li Bin's busy with work—he's not gaming in his room all day. Wen Lan's got nothing going on at home now—she should be the one cooking, right? She's not a kid anymore, needs to learn. If she can't even fry an egg, what'll her future in‑laws think?" Wen Wan, a bit annoyed, shot back at her mom.
"And why do I have to get married? I could stay home like you—if you can, why can't I?"
Wen Lan threw a salty look at Wen Wan, snapping back kinda bratty.
Seeing the sisters bicker again, Shen Han and Li Bin were used to it.
These three sisters, blood or not, weren't tight—arguing and one-upping each other was their norm.
"Alright, alright, stop fighting—seriously, if both of you stay home, you'll drive me nuts!"
Shen Han, ticked off, glared at Wen Wan, clearly softer on Wen Lan, and wiped her hands on her apron. "Your aunt's bringing your cousin today—probably to flex their new Mercedes. They're almost here, you two, come help."
"Huh? Ugh, what a drag—if they're coming, it's just to lord it over us, so annoying."
Wen Lan and Wen Wan exchanged an exasperated look.
Hearing Shen Han's sister, Shen Yun, and her crew were coming, Li Bin's face darkened, especially thinking about his cousin Du Bin—total turn-off.
That family? Not a single one was easy to deal with. All smiles and hype on the outside, but their words always dripped with superiority and shade at Li Bin—shit he couldn't stand.
Since marrying into the Wen family, the ones who loved dunking on Li Bin and flexing hardest were them.
"Beep beep... beep beep..."
A car horn blared outside, and Shen Han told Wen Lan, "Wen Lan, that's gotta be your aunt and them—go open the door and greet 'em."
"Ugh."
Wen Lan pulled a face, shot Li Bin a helpless look, then trudged over to open the door, peeking out.
A white Mercedes was parked right at the entrance, its shiny badge damn near blinding.
"Clack... clack... clack..."
The car doors swung open, and Shen Yun, her husband Du Jianjun, and their son Du Bin stepped out, oozing smugness.
But what neither Wen Lan nor Li Bin saw coming was a young chick stepping out of the passenger seat, moving all shy-like.
She wasn't tall—maybe 1.60 meters—and next to Wen Lan, she looked tiny, but her skin was pale and smooth, decently cute.
What grabbed Li Bin's attention most? Her stacked chest.
First thought in Li Bin's head: baby face, killer bod!
"Wen Lan, you're home! Summer break, right?"
Shen Yun, grabbing some gifts from the trunk, strutted over laughing and took Wen Lan's hand. "Our Wen Lan's getting prettier every day—bet she'll snag a rich, hot guy!"
Shen Yun and Shen Han looked a lot alike, though Shen Yun seemed way younger thanks to her upkeep—looked mid-thirties, but she was really 38.
Both Shen Yun and Shen Han had curvy figures—the kind of mature, ideal builds that turn heads.