Chapter 183: Fake Show, Real Act?
Qiao Xier looked at Xu Danlu's serious face and, though she found it unreliable, couldn't help but point at the condom she'd picked up and ask doubtfully, "This thing… does it have any other use?"
"Of course it's useful." Lulu curled her fingers around it, holding it in her palm. "This thing has at least a 90% chance of keeping you from getting pregnant—and it can be used as a prop."
"What do you mean?" Qiao Xier thought for a moment, then vaguely realized, "You're not telling me to take some sexy photos with Zhang Yang to fool my dad, are you?"
"Isn't that the best plan?" Xu Danlu said with a mischievous grin. "Sister Qiao, just a few poses, that's all. Of course, if you two want to make it real, that's fine too."
She spread her palm, revealing the condom. "And don't forget to include this prop in the shots."
"That's a terrible idea. If my dad finds out, he'll probably castrate Zhang Yang on the spot."
Xu Danlu pursed her lips and stuffed the thing back into Qiao Xier's hand. "Then… Sister Qiao, do you have a better plan? If Uncle came all the way here himself, he might just drag you straight back."
Qiao Xier frowned. Her father's sudden arrival caught her off guard. He had never done this before. Although the tension between the Cai and Qiao families seemed calm for now, it was only temporary—a greater storm was brewing, and she would inevitably become the breakthrough point.
So the possibility that her father might really take her back to the capital was quite high.
Once she went back, coming out again would be almost impossible.
Still, taking such photos with Zhang Yang… it was such a ridiculous idea. But as crazy as it sounded, it might actually work.
"I… I…" She glanced at Zhang Yang several times. Even though she'd already decided to stick with this bastard in the future—
She couldn't accept losing her first time, the thing all girls dream of, in such a situation. At least it should be somewhere romantic, right?
"I'll think about it." She gave Zhang Yang a long look, then slowly walked upstairs. The look on that bastard's face was clearly full of anticipation. Damn it.
Once Qiao Xier left—
Xu Danlu stared at the staircase, sighed softly, and said to Zhang Yang in a low voice, "What a shame, Yangzi. I was planning to give you a chance, but now… it's gone." She spread her hands helplessly.
"You were just teasing Joyce, weren't you?" Zhang Yang knew Lulu always had schemes brewing, but he couldn't figure out what she was up to this time.
"Of course I was. She seemed nervous just now, so I wanted to trick her—get her to sleep with you. But now she's calmed down and said she'll think about it. Sister Qiao's too smart; she'll figure it out. So your chance of pushing her down… is slim."
"Pfft!" Zhang Yang nearly spat out the water he'd just drunk. "Weren't you just trying to make us pose for photos?"
"Pose for photos? You know how that goes—posing turns into something else. Isn't that how it happened with Sister Gao Qi?"
Zhang Yang nearly spat out his water again. "Lulu, you're so bad."
"Aww, but the plan's ruined now." Lulu scrunched her cute nose, sounding genuinely disappointed.
"What do you mean?" Zhang Yang poured her a cup of water. He didn't bother thinking too deeply about this sort of thing—better to let Lulu handle it. She was the master strategist, after all.
"It's simple. If Uncle Qiao really wanted to take Sister Qiao back, he would've just done it. Why follow us instead? That means only one thing—he's observing you, Yangzi." Lulu took a sip of hot water and smiled. "Congratulations, Yangzi, I think your chances of becoming the Qiao family's son-in-law just went up by ten percent."
Zhang Yang looked at her. Her eyes were calm, without a trace of jealousy, and his heart softened. He pulled her close, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "You don't resent me for having so many women around?"
Xu Danlu didn't resist. She looked up at him, brushed her cheek lightly against his chin, and said wistfully, "Do I look like that kind of woman to you?"
"Of course not." Zhang Yang's hand slid down from her shoulder to her slim waist. "That's why my Lulu is the greatest. I'll try not to flirt with more women."
"Heh, yeah right, you rascal. What man doesn't want more beauties around him?" Xu Danlu kissed his cheek. "Of course I get jealous—but all the women you've found have been useful to you. What can Lulu do? Besides, I'm kind of frigid… can't satisfy you." Her sultry eyes glimmered as she ran a delicate finger along his chest, speaking slowly and teasingly.
Zhang Yang understood immediately. This girl wanted it. She'd been holding back for days.
"Heh, lucky for you, I'm a miracle doctor—I cure everything, even frigidity." Zhang Yang grinned and scooped her up in his arms.
Xu Danlu rolled her eyes, weakly hitting his chest. "So impatient. Sister Qiao's upstairs. If you really want it, wait until tonight."
"No way." Her seductive act had already lit the fire in him—he wasn't about to let her go.
"You'll have to hold it." Xu Danlu gave him a firm look. "Sister Qiao's already upset. If we did it now while she's worrying about her dad dragging her back home, how do you think she'd feel?"
Zhang Yang froze. True. Qiao Xier was already troubled, and here he was thinking about sex?
"Alright then, go talk to her. If you can't handle Sister Qiao, don't even think about touching me tonight. I'm going to rest and regain my strength…" Xu Danlu gave him a meaningful look.
Zhang Yang had no choice but to set her down. Xu Danlu darted away, smirking. "I'll have someone make lunch. Don't take too long."
Zhang Yang sighed helplessly and walked toward the third floor.
Qiao Xier's door was open. She was standing by the window, wearing a red down vest.
Beneath it, she wore a dark blue tight cotton shirt and black jeans. Her fiery figure was perfectly accentuated, and with her tall, slender frame, she looked breathtaking. The sight made Zhang Yang's heart itch even more, especially after Lulu had already stirred his desires.
He walked up behind her quietly. Qiao Xier didn't notice until Zhang Yang wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands resting on her stomach.
"You bastard, why aren't you with Lulu?"
"Lulu's talking to Sister Wang about lunch," Zhang Yang said, nuzzling her ear. "Still thinking about your dad?"
Qiao Xier pulled his hands away and shot him a glare. "Why would I? I'm going back in a few days anyway, what's there to think about?"
"You're going to abandon your husband and child?"
"In your dreams." Qiao Xier pinched him playfully. "What husband and child? At best, I'm abandoning the husband part."
"Of course there's a child—Nuwa Company is like our baby. Can you really leave it?"
"Stop talking nonsense. Lulu's way too crafty. She almost tricked me just now. And if my dad really wanted to drag me back, why go through the trouble of tailing me?" Qiao Xier gave him a look. "If you're just here to take advantage, you're too late."
"Ah, Lulu was right. The moment you're alone, you figure everything out." Zhang Yang was briefly stunned.
Lulu really had been spot on—once Qiao Xier calmed down, she immediately realized it. "So, now that you know, what are you going to do?"
"What can I do? Since he's not showing up, I won't look for him either. He's probably asking around to see what kind of man you are, to judge whether you're worthy of being the Qiao family's son-in-law." Qiao Xier pursed her lips with a teasing smile. "Yangzi, tell me—if he finds out you have so many women, would he still approve?"
Zhang Yang broke into a cold sweat. "What do you think? Hopefully not. He shouldn't know, right?" His thing with Xu Danlu was no secret, but only a few people knew about Gao Qi. That should still be manageable.
"My dad used to work in military intelligence." Qiao Xier gave Zhang Yang a look.
"Then there's only one solution—make it official." Zhang Yang grabbed her and lifted her off the ground.
Qiao Xier's face went pale, and she struggled frantically. "No… no!"
"Too late…" Zhang Yang grinned wickedly. "We're doing it today, no matter what…"
"My period's not over…"
"Doesn't matter." Zhang Yang tossed her onto the soft bed and lunged after her.
Qiao Xier giggled uncontrollably, not scared at all, squirming away. "Nooo, stop, go close the door first."
She pointed toward the open door.
Zhang Yang looked and saw it was indeed open. He jumped off the bed and quickly shut it.
Then he pounced back onto the bed, only to find Qiao Xier biting her rosy lips, her long legs curled up as she leaned against the headboard, watching him. After a moment, she clenched her teeth—
Then reached down, unzipped her vest, and took it off, revealing the tight dark blue shirt underneath. It clung to her body, outlining the curves beneath. Her chest rose high beneath the fabric, the neckline revealing a strip of snowy skin and the deep cleavage between her full, soft breasts.
"What are you standing there for? Come help me." She tugged at the hem of her shirt, annoyed by Zhang Yang's dazed look.
"You won't regret this?" Seeing her like that, Zhang Yang was momentarily stunned.
"You said it yourself—make it official." Qiao Xier said boldly, then pulled at her shirt. As she lifted her arms, the fabric slid up from her slender waist, revealing smooth, pale skin, then a flat, toned stomach, and further up, the base of her bra.
The bra was black, small, and tight-fitting—too small to hide her proud, perky breasts that bounced slightly with her movement.
The worst part was, as she moved, the cup twisted slightly off-center…