After the Bankrupt Heiress Married into a Rich Family - Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Bunny Suit

“Want to use your mouth?”

Light shone down from above the pool, creating shimmering ripples on the blue floor. No one was swimming, and the water slowly stilled into a quiet surface.

Rong Zhao stopped beside a lounge chair, her gaze fixed distantly on the tranquil water.

Did Mingzhu… sense something?

Mingzhu’s rule was simple: whoever liked her, she disliked back. If Mingzhu had caught on, what should she do?

However, Rong Zhao shook her head. She had heard hesitation and probing in Mingzhu’s voice, but also shyness. If Mingzhu truly suspected something, she wouldn’t be acting shy.

Relieved, Rong Zhao spread a towel over the lounge chair, sat down, and stretched out her long legs. “What is it? Go ahead and ask.”

Mingzhu hemmed and hawed.

Rong Zhao waited patiently.

Mingzhu opened her mouth, then closed it again.

Rong Zhao: “…”

The silence lasted so long that Rong Zhao began to wonder if Mingzhu had encountered some poor, beautiful girl and wanted to bring her home to care for her, calling specifically to ask for permission.

“If you don’t speak, I’m hanging up,” Rong Zhao said.

“Don’t, don’t, don’t! I’ll say it, don’t hang up,” Mingzhu said hurriedly.

Rong Zhao laughed silently, her voice remaining calm. “Mhm, I won’t hang up. Speak.”

Mingzhu hesitated for a few more seconds before finally whispering: “Jiangjiang just asked me seriously if we had ‘done it.’ I didn’t have your permission, so I didn’t feel right answering her. I felt like it would be disrespectful to you. But she’s my best friend, and I feel uncomfortable keeping it from her… I sent her out to buy herbal tea so I could call and ask you for instructions. Rong Zhao, can I tell her?”

Rong Zhao: “…”

Rong Zhao let out a laugh and shook her head. She thought it was something major.

Mingzhu, that little idiot—the act of kicking Jiangjiang out of the room had essentially answered the question for her already. Jiangjiang was smart, clever as a fox. He Chan was the clumsy one, as slow as Mingzhu.

However, Rong Zhao liked the word Mingzhu used: “instructions.”

Rong Zhao’s amber fox-like eyes curved slightly, shimmering like light reflecting off feathers. “Small things like this don’t require my instructions. Say what you want; it’s not a matter of disrespect.”

“Ah? Really?” Mingzhu asked.

“Mhm. There’s nothing wrong with it. We are a married couple, aren’t we?”

Mingzhu: “…”

Mingzhu was puzzled. She thought such things were deeply private; why did Rong Zhao seem not to care at all? Was it because Rong Zhao believed that something everyone experiences is like a period—no need to hide it?

Mingzhu asked uncertainly, “What if she asks for details? Like how many fingers, or… whether we used our mouths? I think those are private and definitely can’t be discussed, but what about you? Rong Zhao, you wouldn’t be indifferent to that, right?”

If that were the case, Mingzhu could understand why Rong Zhao let her do whatever she wanted. Perhaps Rong Zhao’s mindset was very “Western.” Did she have a lot of experience while studying in the UK?

Rong Zhao: “…”

Rong Zhao covered her watch and glanced around. Although no one was there, the public area had surveillance cameras. Luckily, Mingzhu’s voice was low.

Rong Zhao lowered the volume on her watch and held it to her ear. “If Jiangjiang actually asks those things, ask her if she’s looking for a death wish.”

Mingzhu: “…”

Mingzhu burst out laughing. “Fine. If she really asks, I’ll ask her how she wants to die and let you know.”

Rong Zhao shook her head gently. Then, she found herself stirred by Mingzhu’s line of questioning. She slowly tapped her knee, her fingers drumming a rhythmic beat. The air by the pool was humid, and a fine sweat seemed to break out on Rong Zhao’s face.

She asked in a slow, low, steady voice: “Want to use your mouth?”

Mingzhu’s cheeks turned beet red instantly. Who says I want to use my mouth?!

Then, Mingzhu “sharply” sensed that Rong Zhao’s next sentence would likely be a sarcastic, “Bai Mingzhu, what on earth are you thinking?” Not wanting to hear it, Mingzhu seized the initiative. She coldly snapped, “Rong Zhao, what on earth are you thinking?” and hurriedly hung up.

Rong Zhao, who had just extended a foot only to have it stomped on by Mingzhu: “…”

The All Seasons Hotel in Xitang Town sat right on the emerald-green lake. Yellow lights from the lakeside teahouses and snack stalls spilled into the water, stretching into thin, golden ribbons that swayed with the breeze.

In their twin room, Mingzhu lay face-down on her bed, her face red with regret. She had almost been mocked by Rong Zhao, but thankfully she was quick enough to mock her back. It was all because they had been getting so intimate lately that she had lost her sense of boundaries.

It was just as well; she understood Rong Zhao’s “no” meant no. She wouldn’t talk nonsense in front of her again to avoid making them both awkward.

The door card beeped, and Jiangjiang walked in carrying several bags. Her clear voice teased, “Did Miss Mingzhu finish getting her instructions?”

Mingzhu, already showered, sat cross-legged on the bed under a duvet with her laptop. She was editing and didn’t look up. “I didn’t ask for instructions. I don’t need to ask for anything.”

“I was asking if you got instructions about buying the school buses,” Jiangjiang said. “I didn’t ask about anything else.”

“Oh… yes. She said I can buy as many as I want.”

“That generous?”

Mingzhu chuckled. “She’s rich. Rong Zhao is the CTO of Rongke. You don’t know—Rong Zhao’s grandmother and mother gave me things that are incredibly valuable, probably worth hundreds of millions. I didn’t dare accept them, so they’re at Rong Zhao’s place. I only open them occasionally to admire them.”

Jiangjiang thought about it. True, Rong Zhao was the heir apparent to the Rongke throne. She kicked off her slippers and suddenly let out a bright giggle, pulling something from a bag and tossing it onto the keyboard in front of Mingzhu.

“What’s this?”

Mingzhu picked it up. It was soft. She opened the bag and pulled the items out one by one. It was a pink-and-white bunny lingerie set—complete with a fluffy long tail and soft, velvet bunny-ear headbands.

Mingzhu was blank. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Take it back as a gift for President Rong,” Jiangjiang laughed, her shoulders shaking with mischief.

Mingzhu: “…”

She looked down and started laughing too. She couldn’t stop. It was impossible to imagine the cold, elegant Rong Zhao wearing a bunny suit. But the thought was undeniably sexy.

When Rong Zhao was at home, she was actually quite sexy most of the time—low necklines, glimpses of soft curves, sometimes wearing only underwear or short pajama bottoms, showing off her long, beautiful legs. And the sounds she made were so charming and delicate, making Mingzhu want to tease her even more until she trembled and choked back sobs.

Jiangjiang sat on her own bed, her smirk deepening. Mingzhu, her ears red, put the items back into the bag one by one and glared at Jiangjiang. “Rong Zhao would never wear this.”

I’d be crazy to give her this. She’d probably whip me with the bunny tail.

“Maybe she would,” Jiangjiang suggested. “In the bedroom, if you combine coaxing with acting cute, the other person usually agrees.”

He Chan had worn something similar once—a Catwoman outfit. Actually, things between her and He Chan had started very early. She was two months younger than him, and the day after she turned eighteen, she had teased and coaxed him in a mall restroom until he did it to her. But did He Chan like her? He had called her “shameless” before, so he definitely didn’t like her. They were just satisfying each other.

Mingzhu caught the keyword. “So you’ve ‘coaxed and acted cute’ before?”

Jiangjiang didn’t answer, only raising a suggestive eyebrow. She reached back into the bag and tossed another item to Mingzhu. “This one is for you.”

Mingzhu picked it up. It was a small square box. She started reading the packaging but stopped halfway. Xitang Town wasn’t backwards at all; it had all the big-city brands, and they even seemed to sell the latest models.

Mingzhu had used similar toys before. While studying in the U.S., she bought one out of curiosity, but after one sterilized trial run, it had gathered dust. She found it boring.

She hadn’t known why back then, but after being with Rong Zhao, she realized she sought psychological satisfaction. Every time she heard Rong Zhao lose control of her voice, she felt an incredible rush—far more thrilling than using a toy.

Mingzhu tossed it back. “Keep it for yourself.”

Jiangjiang narrowed her eyes and casually slipped the toy into the bag with the bunny suit. She’d sneak it into Mingzhu’s suitcase when they left and then quietly tip off Rong Zhao.

Jiangjiang went to shower. When she came out, she sprawled on Mingzhu’s bed. “Babe, do you like Rong Zhao?”

Mingzhu’s eyes widened. “How could that be possible?”

“Then does Rong Zhao like you?”

“Even more impossible.”

Jiangjiang propped her head on her hand. “But I feel like she likes you a little. Otherwise, why would she spoil you like this? Even if you’re ‘Mrs. Rong’, she’s too good to you—buying drones, giving you a card to spend freely, making you food, going to auctions with you. Hypothetically, if He Chan and Rong Zhao were in a fake marriage, do you think Rong Zhao would be this good to him?”

Mingzhu froze. If Rong Zhao were in a fake marriage with He Chan, and she wore just as little, and let He Chan do whatever he wanted, and gave him all that money…

It was a strange thought. It was so strange that just imagining it made Mingzhu feel uncomfortable. But it wasn’t impossible. Rong Zhao would probably take He Chan to the hospital for cramps, go to auctions for him, and take him on yachts. That was just Rong Zhao—always thorough, always meticulous in caring for people.

That was why teachers loved her in school, and even Mingzhu’s parents praised her as a perfect child. To adults, Rong Zhao was a gifted but humble, elegant, and perfect soul.

“I… I guess so?” Mingzhu said. “I feel like if it were you and Rong Zhao in a fake marriage, she’d be this good to you, too.”

Jiangjiang: “…” Unthinkable.

She offered a wild suggestion: “Then why don’t you have Rong Zhao try on that bunny suit and the toy? If she actually wears it, I’ll bet she really likes you. If she rejects you with a cold face, you just turn around and leave. It’s not like she’s going to hit you.”

Mingzhu’s mind started to wander. But if Rong Zhao did wear it, and she did like her… what would Mingzhu do? Her heart skipped a beat. Usually, if someone liked her, she’d feel repulsed, lose interest, and want to avoid them. But if it were Rong Zhao…

Mingzhu’s eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a panicked butterfly.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of the “Old Classmate from Class 3, Year 2” she had once blacklisted. She opened her block list, found the account, clicked the avatar, and handed it to Jiangjiang. “Try adding this person.”

Jiangjiang remembered Mingzhu asking about this. She looked at the ID—a string of random characters—and painstakingly typed it in. “You think this is Rong Zhao?”

Mingzhu burst out laughing. “How could it be Rong Zhao? I just suddenly remembered it.”

Jiangjiang raised an eyebrow. Why couldn’t it be Rong Zhao? Someone as cold as her might exactly be the type to do something sneaky like this.

Jiangjiang sent the request and waited. No response.

“Take them out of the block list and talk to them,” Jiangjiang suggested. “Ask who they are and see if they reply.”

Mingzhu complied. She unblocked the account and messaged: “Who are you?”

The reply came almost instantly: “Who are you?”

Mingzhu and Jiangjiang looked at each other.

Mingzhu: “I’m Bai Mingzhu. Who are you?”

The other party: “Don’t know you. Wrong number?”

The two sat there like stone statues. Angrily, Mingzhu threw the person back into the block list.

Jiangjiang scratched her chin. “Why do I feel like that person’s tone sounds a bit like Rong Zhao?”

“You’re crazy,” Mingzhu said blankly.

Tonight, Jiangjiang had said Rong Zhao liked her, claimed the account was Rong Zhao’s, and bought a bunny suit to bribe her into testing the waters. Mingzhu was starting to wonder if Jiangjiang was their biggest “shipper.”

“Stop overthinking. Where’s the drink you bought me?”

“Threw it away.”

“…”

Jiangjiang didn’t give up. She mused, “One day when Rong Zhao is right next to you, unblock that ‘Old Classmate’ and send a message. Then see if Rong Zhao’s phone rings. Wouldn’t that solve it?”