Helping My Ex-Wife Find Love Every Day - Chapter 38

Invincible Beauty Ah Qiu: [For more exciting photos, members can view them for free.]

After sending this message, Qiu Qingshi switched her phone screen to the “All Photos” album.

Dozens of freshly taken selfies were neatly lined up side-by-side. In them, she was wearing bikinis of different colors and styles, striking various poses.

She looked charmingly seductive and full of feminine allure.

Qiu Qingshi took a screenshot, tapped the bottom right corner of the WeChat chat window, and sent it again.

Yao Xiangyi couldn’t hold out any longer.

Sugar Daddy Yao: [Darling, I want to see the full-size images. How much is the membership?]

Invincible Beauty Ah Qiu: [Eighty percent off for an annual subscription.]

Yao Xiangyi felt the deal wasn’t worthwhile. Qiu Qingshi spent three hundred days a year on set; it was impossible for her to wear a bikini for her every day.

Sugar Daddy Yao: [I’m short on cash. Make it monthly.]

Invincible Beauty Ah Qiu: [[Wang Baoqiang rolling eyes.jpg]]

Sugar Daddy Yao: [Then make it quarterly. Any discount for the first subscription?]

Invincible Beauty Ah Qiu: [Don’t bother looking. I’m deleting the pictures now.]

Sugar Daddy Yao: [[Erkang pleading hand.jpg]]

Sugar Daddy Yao: [Darling, I’ll take the annual subscription, VIP tier. I’ll transfer the membership fee right away. Name your price.]

Qiu Qingshi smiled triumphantly, revealing her neat white teeth. She wasn’t too harsh with the price; similar to their previous online flirtation, she quoted a six-figure sum.

Yao Xiangyi, afraid she would go back on her word, quickly transferred the money.

Qiu Qingshi counted the digits—tens, hundreds, thousands… one hundred thousand. Mhm, not a single digit missing. She snapped her fingers happily, her fingertips tapping lightly on the screen.

She sent Yao Xiangyi nine photos in a row.

Then she followed up with a fifteen-second video, as a complimentary member benefit.

Yao Xiangyi was silent. Qiu Qingshi guessed that she was completely lost and mesmerized by her beauty, her heart fluttering.

Heroes struggling to overcome the charm of beautiful women. That was probably it.

Qiu Qingshi picked out a bathrobe from the closet and put it on. She sat halfway lying on the sofa, nibbling on the snacks delivered by room service.

The television was playing Audrey Hepburn’s classic, Roman Holiday.

Hepburn, crossing the street, bought an ice cream cone. She stood on the steps of the piazza, eating scoop after scoop, while the male lead, Joe, stood beside her with his hands in his pockets, talking to her, his eyes full of her pure innocence.

The old black-and-white images, every frame carrying a sense of quiet, natural romance.

Qiu Qingshi savored the movie.

Sugar Daddy Yao: [Darling, I wish I could fly to your side immediately.]

Qiu Qingshi slid open her phone and glanced at the message.

A sly look hooked her eyes.

Invincible Beauty Ah Qiu: [Then hurry up and come. I can’t wait anymore~]

Yao Xiangyi, still stuck on the overpass, blushed crimson, as if she had downed the strongest liquor in the world.

Her words carried a hint of unrestrained desire.

Sugar Daddy Yao: [I’m going to pin you against the wall and hold you up for some sun!]

Qiu Qingshi felt excited and expectant, but she deliberately ignored him. Like a sweet cherry, when Yao Xiangyi wanted a bite, she purposely strung him along, not letting him have his way.

Yao Xiangyi was completely unaware of the game. She waited anxiously, putting her phone on her lap, then picking it up moments later to check. Seeing no reply, she put it back down.

Ten seconds later, she checked again.

She repeated this cycle countless times.

It was as if an invisible brush was lightly and gently scratching her heart, making her unbearably itchy.

The sun slanted low, and dusk slowly descended.

Qiu Qingshi turned on a few more lights in the room.

Roman Holiday reached its conclusion. The Princess, played by Hepburn, separated from Joe, leaving the lovers parted forever.

Meanwhile, she and Yao Xiangyi were about to have a secret liaison.

Knock, knock, knock!

Someone was knocking.

No need to guess, it had to be Yao Xiangyi.

Qiu Qingshi loosened her bathrobe, letting the collar slip slightly to reveal one side of her smooth, round shoulder.

Then, she slowly turned the doorknob.

Yao Xiangyi could never have guessed that the scene behind the door would be so beautiful, the most stunning vision of spring’s intoxicating beauty.

It was like a burst of fireworks exploded in her mind, brilliant and passionate.

She rushed through the door, pushed Qiu Qingshi against the wall, and immediately offered a flurry of dense, tender kisses.

Qiu Qingshi’s palm smoothed down her back, helping to calm her heat, and she chuckled sweetly, “Look how impatient you are.”

A bead of sweat seemed to emerge on Yao Xiangyi’s brow, and her breathing suddenly deepened. Qiu Qingshi felt her trembling uncontrollably, her eyes blazing with the roar of a beast, desperate for more.

The bathrobe was roughly stripped off and tossed far away.

Seeing that the moment was ripe, Qiu Qingshi slipped out of Yao Xiangyi’s embrace without hesitation.

Yao Xiangyi quickly chased after her, pinning her onto the sofa.

“Why are you running?”

Qiu Qingshi pretended to be well-behaved. “You’re all sweaty. Go take a shower first.”

“I’ll shower afterwards.”

Qiu Qingshi’s eyes flickered. “Don’t I deserve to be treated seriously like this? Besides, I’m right here with you, are you afraid I’ll run away?”

Yao Xiangyi briefly thought about it, then agreed. She kissed Qiu Qingshi’s cheek, her voice husky, ambiguous, and blurred. “Wait for me.”

Yao Xiangyi took the fastest shower imaginable, including the time to get dressed, it took no more than five minutes.

When she came out, Qiu Qingshi was lying sideways in bed, resting half her head on one hand. Her hair was loosely spread across the pillow, and the corners of her eyes were tinged with a moist blush, like the dawn sky.

Her red lips slowly spread into a smile, and she called out softly, “Daddy~”

It was an obvious, passionate invitation!

Yao Xiangyi’s last shred of reason burned away. She slid under the covers, ready to join her in the rain and clouds of ecstasy.

Qiu Qingshi didn’t stop her. She gave him a flirtatious wink, let out a few low laughs, and together they engaged in the activity that Jinjiang (the novel site) forbids detailed description of.

At the crucial moment, Qiu Qingshi suddenly called for a halt.

Yao Xiangyi didn’t seem to hear.

Qiu Qingshi had no choice but to grab her hand.

“What is it?” A drop of sweat slid down Yao Xiangyi’s brow bone, hung suspended on the tip of her nose, swaying and glistening.

Plop.

It landed right in Qiu Qingshi’s Venus dimple.

Qiu Qingshi turned over and lay flat. Her breath was hot, and each inhale and exhale exuded a lazy, mature sexuality. “Did you forget to buy protection?”

Yao Xiangyi said urgently, “Just forget it.”

“That’s unsanitary.”

Yao Xiangyi compromised. “Fine, I’ll ask Qin Chun to buy some.”

Qiu Qingshi kicked her feet under the covers. “That’s too embarrassing. You go buy it.”

“…I’ll go in a bit.”

“Go now.”

Yao Xiangyi froze. “My arrow is already drawn… you want me to…”

“Hurry up.”

Yao Xiangyi tried to bargain. “I bought the annual membership, can’t you give me a pass?”

Qiu Qingshi was merciless. “Apologies, distinguished customer, this is not within the scope of service.”

Yao Xiangyi suddenly realized that Qiu Qingshi was deliberately messing with her, first asking her to shower, and then bringing up personal hygiene.

She was indirectly venting her frustration over the divorce.

Yao Xiangyi saw through it but didn’t say anything. She narrowed her eyes, lowered her gaze, and stroked Qiu Qingshi’s nose, speaking indulgently. “Fine, I’ll go.”

She said this while getting out of bed and picking up her clothes.

Qiu Qingshi loved the affection flowing in her eyes. Her heart fluttered. She pulled the covers up, tucking herself in tightly, leaving only her head exposed, looking exceptionally obedient. “Daddy, I’ll wait for you to come back.”

Yao Xiangyi put on her shoes and joked, “When I come back, you’ll probably have a new trick to torment me.”

Qiu Qingshi argued playfully, “No, I won’t.”

The truth proved that Qiu Qingshi really didn’t torment Yao Xiangyi again, because by the time Yao Xiangyi returned, she had already… fallen asleep.

Yao Xiangyi sat on the edge of the bed, feeling quite helpless. She rubbed her hands on her legs, debating whether to wake Qiu Qingshi.

She only hesitated for one second before choosing “yes.”

She gently tugged Qiu Qingshi’s ear, her voice as light as a breeze, as if afraid of disturbing something. “Darling, I bought it back.”

Qiu Qingshi’s chest rose and fell evenly and steadily, deep in sleep.

Yao Xiangyi tried again. “It’s your favorite mint flavor, and I even bought some fruit-scented ones.”

Qiu Qingshi turned over, facing away from her.

Yao Xiangyi went around to the other side and shook her. “It’s not even ten o’clock. Don’t pretend to be asleep.”

Qiu Qingshi curled up, murmuring like a child. “…Sleepy.”

These days, she had been busy fighting with Yao Xiangyi and hadn’t been sleeping well. Last night, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep all night. In a way, tonight was her accompanying Yao Xiangyi, but it was also Yao Xiangyi accompanying her.

Yao Xiangyi was her sole source of comfort.

The fatigue accumulated over several days rushed in all at once, weighing down her eyelids.

“Then how about just one time? Just once.” Yao Xiangyi raised her index finger, pleading earnestly, her gaze sincere.

Qiu Qingshi covered her eyes with the back of her hand, annoyed by the noise.

“If you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as a tacit agreement.”

Yao Xiangyi turned off the main lights, leaving only the faint, hazy yellow glow of the bedside lamp.

She tentatively began, slowly, bit by bit, peeling back the covers that shielded Qiu Qingshi…

The next day, the temperature rose slightly, and the sun beat down fiercely.

Even though it was early morning, faint waves of heat were already rising in the room. Yao Xiangyi was sensitive to heat, and was quickly drenched in sweat, feeling sticky and extremely uncomfortable.

All her sleepiness was gone. She moved slightly, only to feel aches in her lower back, stiffness in her back, and cramps in her hands.

This was the direct consequence of excessive exercise.

Qiu Qingshi, having been ‘studied’ by her all night, had endured only more, not less, than her. She rolled into Yao Xiangyi’s arms and complained with a thick nasal tone, “You said just once. What happened? You’re too bad, always lying.”

Yao Xiangyi hugged her. “You spent all those years focused on filming and left me all alone. I’m claiming some compensation.”

Qiu Qingshi, still drowsy, propped up her upper body on Yao Xiangyi’s chest and pointed to her own neck, accusing him, “Look at the marks you left. How am I supposed to go out and see people?”

The love bites left by sucking were blossoming on her pale skin like tiny flowers, small patches scattered across it.

Yao Xiangyi gently stroked them with her fingertip and teased, “Why don’t you bite me back?”

Qiu Qingshi clicked her tongue, cupped Yao Xiangyi’s chin. “You wish.”

She dropped the comment and was about to get out of bed.

Yao Xiangyi indulged in the warmth of the sweet moment, holding her waist, unwilling to let her leave, and said on a whim, “Darling, I don’t want to divorce you.”

Qiu Qingshi stopped moving, turned sideways to look at her, a look of profound loneliness in her eyes, quietly waiting for Yao Xiangyi’s next words.

Yao Xiangyi hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back. Her gaze was deeply affectionate, and her voice hid infinite apologies, wrapping around Qiu Qingshi’s ear. “But…”

She ultimately didn’t say what she wanted to say.

“You… are the most sensible.”

Qiu Qingshi opened her mouth and bit Yao Xiangyi’s collarbone, but immediately released her bite. Her voice was full of tenderness, and she said seriously, “You haven’t been happy lately, I can tell. If you don’t want to tell me why, I won’t ask. I know you’re afraid I’ll worry.”

Yao Xiangyi’s throat tightened, a bitter soreness filling her.

She repeated the same phrase: “You are the most sensible.”

Qiu Qingshi looked at her silently. “Anything that gives you trouble must be a big deal. It’s okay, go ahead and do what you need to do.”

“I’m afraid I won’t succeed.”

Qiu Qingshi felt the arm wrapped around her tighten. She gently stroked Yao Xiangyi’s beautiful features like a form of comfort, murmuring, “You still have me. I will always stay by your side.”

“What if I fail?”

“Then I’ll still be by your side. My Xiangyi, whether rich or poor, in sickness or in health, is mine, mine alone.”

Yao Xiangyi was so touched she wanted to cry.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

She estimated that the person she was most sorry to in this life was Qiu Qingshi.

Clever and a little naughty, yet cute and heartbreakingly sensible.

She pressed her lips together several times, trying hard to form a thought, and finally managed to squeeze out one sentence: “I’m going to buy you a private jet, the most expensive kind, to make all your girlfriends die of envy!”

Qiu Qingshi pouted. “You have to buy the yacht, too!”

“Buy it! Must buy it!”