"Aunt Wang, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Wang Ni straightened up, swaying slightly, and finally fell onto the sofa.
"Aunt Wang, be careful."
"It's fine, Aunt Wang is a little drunk. Let Aunt Wang rest for a while. Xiao Chen, do you think the color psychology you just talked about is accurate?"
"Whether it's one hundred percent accurate, I don't know, but some of it is very accurate."
"Tell me about it."
"Those who prefer purple have a mysterious temperament and graceful posture. Aunt Wang looks beautiful even when she's drunk."
"Hehe," Wang Ni pursed her lips.
There was one more thing: she didn't show her emotions much, her face was calm and indifferent, and her laughter didn't show whether she approved or disapproved. However, these words stayed in Su Shichen's heart.
"Xiao Chen, Aunt Wang is tired. She'll rest for a while." She leaned on the sofa and fell asleep.
"Sleeping here, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" He opened Wang Ni's bedroom door, which was very tidy, but there were seven or eight pairs of stockings—black, flesh-colored, purple, white, etc.—thrown on the bed.
Does Aunt Wang like to change stockings in front of the mirror by herself at home? He imagined Aunt Wang wearing stockings; her legs were so long, she must look very good in them.
He shook his head a few times to calm himself down. Aunt Wang was still resting outside. If he wanted to think, he should wait a while. No, he shouldn't think even if he waited a while.
He took the quilt from the bed, first took off Wang Ni's shoes, and then gently laid Wang Ni's body down on the sofa.
Although Su Shichen's mind was now thirty-two years old, his body was only fourteen. Wang Ni was also one meter sixty-five tall. When they stood face to face, Wang Ni was half a head taller than Su Shichen. Plus, his strength had not fully developed, so it was a skilled job to get Wang Ni, who was curled up on the sofa, to lie flat on it. During this process, some physical contact was inevitable. After much fumbling, his hand landed on Wang Ni's twin peaks.
Soft and smooth, then Su Shichen involuntarily squeezed them.
"Aunt Wang is really beautiful." Wang Ni's eyes were now closed, with long eyelashes, a pretty nose, cherry lips, and a pointed chin.
He recalled the feeling just now, soft and comfortable to the touch.
"Just one more touch, the last one. Aunt Wang probably won't know." His hand slowly reached her chest and touched Wang Ni's peaks.
Su Shichen felt as if he had taken a stimulant; his mood was extremely excited.
He kneaded them once, then twice, as if kneading dough. Although it was through clothes, he could still feel the immense size of her twin peaks; one hand couldn't fully grasp them.
Pinch! Knead!
He couldn't bear to let go.
Wang Ni remained sound asleep, which invisibly emboldened Su Shichen. Slowly, he seemed dissatisfied with the clothes in the way and wanted to put his hand inside.
He slipped his hand in through the collar, past the bra, and touched Wang Ni's peaks.
"I touched it! I touched Aunt Wang's little white rabbit!"
He was panting heavily.
Smooth! Tender! Soft!
Su Shichen seemed to have lost consciousness, repeating the kneading motion incessantly, occasionally pinching that little red cherry.
"Mmm~" Wang Ni suddenly let out an unconscious moan, and Su Shichen seemed to wake up, his body jolting as if shocked, and he withdrew his hand.
"How could I do this!"
This couldn't really be blamed on Su Shichen. After all, in his previous life, Su Shichen was still a virgin in his thirties and solved his problems with his five fingers. Plus, Wang Ni was so beautiful and lay in front of him completely defenseless. He wasn't a strong person like Liu Xiahui, so he followed his lustful heart and did such things as if possessed.
A trace of guilt appeared on his face. After all, Wang Ni could fall asleep in front of him without any guard, which proved she trusted him, but he did such a thing.
Of course, another reason was that Su Shichen was just a kid.
He covered Wang Ni, tidied up, and cleaned the wine bottles and goblets, bustling about...
"Hmm?"
"Aunt Wang, you're awake. Wait a moment, the food will be ready soon." Su Shichen's voice came from the kitchen.
"It's ready, Aunt Wang, come and eat, try my cooking." Su Shichen set the bowls and chopsticks.
Wang Ni's dining table was similar to a long table used for Western meals. Wang Ni sat opposite him, her expression a bit unreadable.
"Xiao Chen, Auntie wants to ask you something." Wang Ni suddenly spoke.
Su Shichen was startled, his heart uneasy. Could it be that Aunt Wang had discovered something from before? Would Aunt Wang scold him, or get angry and ignore him?
"What is it?" Su Shichen's tone was a little guilty.
"Xiao Chen, why didn't you leave? You could have just left the contract on the table. Why did you stay to make dinner?"
Su Shichen let out a huge sigh of relief. Thankfully, Aunt Wang hadn't found out; otherwise, it would have been hard to explain. "Aunt Wang was drunk and alone at home, so of course I had to stay. How could I leave?" His tone was matter-of-fact.
"Xiao Chen is so good at taking care of people." Wang Ni smiled brightly, the ice mountain melting, a hundred charms blooming.
"How long did Auntie sleep?"
"About three hours. It's already past nine now," Su Shichen said.
"It's pouring rain outside, and it's so late. You don't have to go back today. Just sleep here at Auntie's, and tomorrow Auntie will drive you directly to school."
"That..."
"Give me your phone." Wang Ni was very assertive and interrupted him directly.
Su Shichen was stunned, not knowing what she wanted to do, and handed the phone to Wang Ni blankly.
Wang Ni held Su Shichen's phone and fiddled with it for a while, then dialed the number for "Mom," which was Su Shichen's mother, Wei Xin.
"Xiao Chen, what's your mother's surname?"
"Ah? Her surname is Wei, the 'Wei' of Master Wei."
The call connected—
"Hello, I'm Wang Ni, Editor-in-chief of Deyun Publishing House. May I ask if you are Xiao Chen's mother, Sister Wei?"
"Yes, yes, Xiao Chen is going to publish a book."
"Xiao Chen is with me right now. This is what happened today: Xiao Chen came to my house after school to discuss the book's publication and completely forgot about the time. Now it's dark outside and raining, and I'm a bit worried about letting Xiao Chen go home alone, so I'm having Xiao Chen stay here tonight. Tomorrow, I'll drive Xiao Chen directly to school."
"Yes, yes, that's right. So, Sister Wei, you don't have to worry."
"No, no, it's no trouble. Xiao Chen is very obedient."
"Hmm, okay"...
It must be said that Wang Ni was indeed an Editor-in-chief; she was very good at talking. In just a few sentences, she became familiar with Su Shichen's mother, even exchanging pleasantries like 'sister' and 'younger sister.'
"Alright, you'll stay at Auntie's place tonight." From beginning to end, Wang Ni never asked for Su Shichen's opinion; she just arranged everything on her own.
After enjoying a hearty meal, Su Shichen voluntarily took on the task of clearing the table and washing dishes, and Wang Ni did not refuse, sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, watching TV programs.
Su Shichen was a guest after all, and clearing the dishes was usually done by the host. He didn't know if Wang Ni considered Su Shichen one of her own or if there was some other reason.
"Xiao Chen, our publishing house plans to publish your book next week, on September 8th. The overall quality of 'Journey to the West' is not weak, at least not weaker than a second-rate author. But you are a newcomer, and it's difficult for a new author to make a name. Even if the publishing house helps you promote and operate, you still need to grasp a key point for promotion."
"Auntie plans to use your age as a selling point, Xiao Chen, to promote you as a genius author. Being able to write a book like 'Journey to the West' at your age is a legend in itself. So, as long as we grasp this point, Auntie believes it will sell very well." She handed a thick stack of A4 paper to Su Shichen.
"That's not necessary. I trust Auntie won't let me suffer a loss."
"Hmm," Wang Ni hummed a syllable through her nose, holding the remote control, and then stared intently at the TV. But there were no programs on the TV, just one commercial after another.
The atmosphere was oppressive, making him feel uncomfortable and bored. Leave? But this apartment was a one-bedroom, one-living room, so besides the living room, there was only Wang Ni's bedroom. Should he go there?
But if he didn't leave, the atmosphere was oppressive, and there was nothing good on TV.
Time passed bit by bit, and finally Su Shichen couldn't hold back and spoke, "Aunt Wang, you said I'm staying here tonight. Am I sleeping on the living room sofa?"
"Auntie doesn't have any extra blankets at home, so you'll sleep in the same bed as Auntie." Wang Ni's words immediately stunned Su Shichen. Sleep in the same bed?!
Su Shichen had some doubts about his ears, and licked his dry lips, "That, Auntie, did you just say we're sleeping in the same bed?"
"Yes, what, do you dislike Auntie?"
"That's not, not, it's just..."
"Alright, there are no 'justs' anymore. Auntie doesn't have men's pajamas here, so you can wear Auntie's. Xiao Chen, if you're sleepy, take a shower and go to bed first. Auntie still has some manuscripts to review."
Confused, utterly confused, Su Shichen ended up wearing Wang Ni's pajamas and sleeping in Wang Ni's bed.
A faint fragrance drifted into Su Shichen's nose; he didn't know if it was the scent of the pajamas or the bed, or perhaps both.
Su Shichen's heart was now a little uneasy. Although he had become confident due to his rebirth, the search engine in his mind, and his unparalleled knowledge, this could not hide the fact that Su Shichen was essentially a shut-in, nor could it hide the fact that he was still a virgin in his thirties in his previous life.
He was now lying in the bed of Aunt Wang, a beautiful Editor-in-chief. How could he possibly sleep peacefully?
This was sharing a blanket and sleeping in the same bed!
His mind raced with countless thoughts, tossing and turning for nearly two or three hours without falling asleep.
"Click-clack!" Suddenly, the sound of the door opening came. Aunt Wang was back!
Su Shichen immediately lay on the bed like a corpse, motionless, holding his breath, observing through the faint light from the streetlamp outside the window—
Aunt Wang opened the door, didn't turn on the light, probably afraid of waking him. She opened the wardrobe, rummaged for a while, she must have been looking for pajamas. She found them, then rustled as she took off her clothes and put on her pajamas.
It was pouring rain outside, so there was naturally no moonlight. Therefore, with only the dim light from the window, he could only see the approximate silhouette of Aunt Wang's body. But even so, it still made his heart pound; she was curvaceous, with a very good figure.
Wang Ni carefully got into bed, lifted the quilt, and covered herself.
"Aunt Wang, are you done?" Su Shichen was very clever, deliberately making his voice sound a little dreamy.
"Auntie woke you up, I'm sorry." Wang Ni lay down steadily, their elbows touching.
"It's fine, Auntie. Have you finished reviewing the manuscripts?"
"Hmm, there were fewer manuscripts today, so I finished reviewing them faster."
Faster? That was still one or two hours, almost eleven or twelve o'clock. Is that considered faster? Does that mean Aunt Wang usually goes to bed even later?
It was because of Wang Ni's words that Su Shichen's 'uncle' heart was activated, making him suddenly feel a trace of pity for this strong, ice-cold beauty, the Editor-in-chief Wang Ni.