Qin Wan’s face was flushed crimson.
Though she’d come to terms with Ye Qiu having other women, deep down she was still traditional. The idea of three people together? She couldn’t stomach it, no matter what.
Plus, all three of them stark naked—how awkward would that be?
“You two chat—I’m stepping out,” Qin Wan said, her face burning as she turned to leave.
“Wan Sis, I’ve got something to tell you,” Lin Jingzhi said, hopping off the sofa and sidling up to her with a cheeky grin. “Wan Sis, are you shy?”
“I…”
Qin Wan was thin-skinned, nowhere near as bold as Lin Jingzhi when it came to matters of the bedroom.
Lin Jingzhi giggled. “Wan Sis, we’re all family—why the bashfulness? Even if you can’t handle it now, you’ll get used to it eventually. This little rascal loves flirting around. Who knows, one day you might end up tending to him with someone else. Better to practice with me first.”
Practice?
You could *practice* something like that?
Qin Wan’s heart skipped a beat.
“Look at Ye Qiu—he’s practically champing at the bit. Let’s not waste time. I’ll help you undress,” Lin Jingzhi teased, reaching for Qin Wan’s clothes.
“No… Jingzhi, stop…” Qin Wan squirmed and yelped in protest.
“Don’t like a woman undressing you? Fair enough—Ye Qiu, your turn,” Lin Jingzhi called out. Ye Qiu sprang to his feet.
“Wan Sis, I forgot to mention—my real talent isn’t healing people, it’s *undressing* them. Heh heh~” Ye Qiu grinned wickedly, closing in.
Qin Wan’s heart raced like a startled deer, thumping wildly. Shy and nervous, she realised if Ye Qiu pushed it, she’d have no choice but to join him and Lin Jingzhi.
“Wan Sis, relax, don’t be tense—it’ll feel great soon,” Lin Jingzhi purred with a sultry laugh.
Ye Qiu drew closer, his hand landing on Qin Wan’s shoulder. Just then—
*Knock knock!*
Urgent banging on the door jolted all three of them.
“Who’s that?” Lin Jingzhi snapped, irritated.
“It’s me, Xiao Li from PR,” came an anxious voice from outside. “There’s trouble at the salon.”
Qin Wan, already on edge, seized the chance. “Let’s deal with business first.”
Ye Qiu plopped back onto the sofa.
Qin Wan straightened her clothes. “Xiao Li, come in.”
The door opened, and a long-haired woman in business attire stepped inside.
“President Lin, President Qin, the salon’s in trouble…” Xiao Li trailed off, spotting a strange man on the sofa.
“It’s fine, he’s one of us,” Lin Jingzhi said. “What’s happened?”
Xiao Li continued, “Jin Lingling just posted on Weibo, claiming President Lin hit her. She included selfies showing her injured face.”
“It’s already climbing the trending list, getting tons of attention online. It’s picking up steam fast—won’t be long before it’s in the top five.”
“President Lin, did you really hit her? If not, I’ll have legal draft a lawyer’s letter right away…”
Lin Jingzhi said calmly, “I slapped her.”
“What?” Xiao Li gasped. “Should I reach out to her agent, see if we can settle this privately?”
Qin Wan chimed in, “Jin Lingling’s got a big mouth. We offered her twenty million for the endorsement, but she wasn’t satisfied—demanded forty. If we try to settle now, she’ll just hike the price again.”
Lin Jingzhi snorted. “She’s just a piece of meat for sale, acting like she’s some big shot.”
“What do we do now, bosses?” Xiao Li asked. “If we don’t handle this quick, once it blows up, it could hurt the salon—especially since we’ve only just opened.”
“Small fry stuff. I’ll sort it,” Ye Qiu said.
Xiao Li glanced at him. Trending on Weibo, and he calls it *small fry*?
“Ye Qiu, how do you plan to handle it?” Qin Wan asked.
Ye Qiu grinned. “Let that Jin chick make some noise first—it’ll get the salon’s name out there. Then I’ll deal with her.”
“That won’t do!” Xiao Li protested. “Jin Lingling’s got a ton of crazy fans. What if they lose it and come trash the place?”
*Knock knock knock!*
Before she could finish, the door was pounded again.
“Come in!” Lin Jingzhi barked.
The security captain burst in, sweating buckets. “President Lin, dozens of people showed up outside, claiming to be Jin Lingling’s fans. They’re splashing paint on the salon’s front gate.”
“They’re shouting that if you don’t apologise to her, they’ll tear the place down.”
“I overheard two of them plotting—they’re off to buy petrol, planning to torch the salon tonight.”
*Ding ding ding!*
Xiao Li’s phone chimed. She checked it and said, “Oh no, after Jin Lingling’s post, several celebs are backing her up.”
“One of them’s got a hit drama airing right now, with a huge fanbase.”
“President Lin, President Qin, this is a PR crisis—we need to act fast.”
Qin Wan’s face paled. She’d never dealt with anything like this. “What do we do?”
Lin Jingzhi fumed. “That little wretch dares to stir trouble with me? She’s got a death wish.”
Xiao Li added, “Jin Lingling just posted a second tweet.”
“She says the ones who hit her were President Lin *and* a man.” Xiao Li instinctively glanced at Ye Qiu.
*Beep beep beep!*
Her phone rang again.
“Sorry, I’ve got to take this.” After listening for a moment, Xiao Li said, “President Lin, President Qin, Jin Lingling’s agent reached out. They’re willing to settle.”
“But there are three conditions.”
“First, Jin Lingling stays on as the salon’s spokesperson—for forty million.”
“Second, compensation for her medical bills, lost work, and emotional distress—two hundred million total.”
“Third, they want President Lin’s boyfriend’s hands.”
“Otherwise, they’ll take it to the end.”
Ye Qiu burst out laughing.
“At this point, she still wants the endorsement, two hundred million, and my hands? This woman’s got a screw loose—even a miracle doctor like me can’t fix her brain.”
“She’s trying to play gangster tricks on me? She doesn’t even know—I *am* the gangster world.”
“Since she’s so set on digging her own grave, I’d be doing her a disservice if I didn’t help her along.”
