Tangtang?
Lin Jingzhi and Qin Wan’s eyes lit up at the name.
Tangtang was a massively popular singer, always presenting a sweet image to the public. Several of her songs were hailed as classics, and most crucially, she’d stayed scandal-free since her debut.
In every way, Tangtang outclassed Jin Lingling.
“Tangtang’s a solid pick. I think it could work—what about you, Jingzhi?” Qin Wan asked.
“She definitely fits our criteria for a spokesperson. But she’s at the peak of her career right now—getting her on board might be tricky,” Lin Jingzhi replied.
A star like Tangtang wasn’t someone you could just throw money at to hire.
Plus, many female celebs preferred endorsing luxury brands—beauty salons often didn’t make the cut in their eyes.
“If you both think Tangtang’s a go, I’ll reach out to her,” Ye Qiu said.
“You?” Lin Jingzhi and Qin Wan looked at him, surprised.
“You know Tangtang?” Lin Jingzhi asked.
Ye Qiu grinned. “When I was in the capital, I met her a couple of times. She even offered to treat me to dinner.”
Lin Jingzhi’s brows shot up. “Wan Sis, look at this—Ye Qiu’s barely been in the capital a few days, and he’s already stepping out on us. You gonna let that slide?”
Qin Wan replied, “Jingzhi, he’s not just mine to claim.”
The two women exchanged a look, then pounced on Ye Qiu together, each pinching his waist hard.
Hiss—
Ye Qiu sucked in a breath from the pain. “Lin Sis, Wan Sis, are you trying to murder your man? That was brutal!”
“You’re exaggerating. You’re our guy—how could we bear to kill you? We can’t even love you enough,” Lin Jingzhi said with a flirty smile. “Wan Sis, he’s such a flirt—we’ve got to teach him a lesson. What do you say?”
Qin Wan nodded. “Absolutely, he needs a lesson. What’s your plan? I’m all ears.”
“Let’s drain him dry.”
Qin Wan’s face flushed at the suggestion.
Beep beep beep!
Right then, Lin Jingzhi’s phone rang. It was her assistant, Sun Mengjie.
“Xiao Jie, what’s up?” Lin Jingzhi answered.
“President Lin, where are you? There’s a shareholders’ meeting in half an hour—don’t be late,” Sun Mengjie said.
“I nearly forgot—good thing you reminded me. I’ll head over now.”
Lin Jingzhi hung up and gave Ye Qiu an apologetic look. “There’s a shareholders’ meeting at the company—set last week. I’ve got to go.”
“Sorry, can’t stay with you.”
“But with Wan Sis here, I’m sure you won’t be lonely.”
She leaned in, planting two loud kisses on Ye Qiu’s face, then turned to Qin Wan. “Wan Sis, since three’s too shy for you, two shouldn’t be, right?”
“I’m leaving him in your hands.”
“Just don’t drain him completely—I’ll need him tonight too.”
Ye Qiu’s eyes widened.
Need me?
Lin Sis, what am I to you—an eggplant or a cucumber?
Qin Wan blushed furiously at Lin Jingzhi’s brazen words, barely able to contain her embarrassment.
“Off I go—bye!” Lin Jingzhi waved jauntily and sashayed out.
Now it was just Ye Qiu and Qin Wan in the office.
Qin Wan fidgeted with her hem, nerves on edge, half-expecting Ye Qiu to make a move any second.
But after a long wait, he didn’t.
She let out a relieved breath, though a tiny pang of disappointment flickered inside.
Am I not attractive to him at all?
“Wan Sis, you and Lin Sis opened this salon together?” Ye Qiu asked softly.
“Yeah.” Qin Wan nodded. “Jingzhi approached me about partnering up. The total investment was two hundred million—I only put in a million, and she covered the rest.”
“Even with just a million, she gave me thirty percent of the shares and made me GM.”
“I know it’s because of you that she’s been so good to me.”
Ye Qiu felt a warm glow at that.
“Looks like Lin Sis is cut out to be the main wife.”
He glanced at Qin Wan, taking in her polished business attire and light makeup. With each breath, a certain part of her rose and fell subtly—up and down, utterly captivating.
A beauty like a blooming flower, no less.
Ye Qiu swallowed hard, stealthily. “Wan Sis, running the salon must be exhausting, huh?”
“A bit, yeah,” Qin Wan said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, oblivious to where his gaze lingered. “But it keeps me fulfilled.”
“Don’t wear yourself out. You don’t have to do everything yourself—delegate to the staff.”
Ye Qiu yawned as he spoke. After staying up half the night with Bai Bing and a long flight, he was knackered.
Noticing the tiredness in his eyes, Qin Wan said, “You’re worn out, aren’t you? How about a spa session?”
“Isn’t your clientele all women? Men can get treatments too?” Ye Qiu asked, intrigued.
“You’re not an outsider. Come on, I’ll sort it.”
Qin Wan led him to a room on the third floor. “Go in and take a bath first—I’ll arrange the rest.”
“Wan Sis, make sure you get me someone with good hands,” Ye Qiu called out as he stepped inside.
The room was decked out in luxury, styled like a five-star hotel—leather sofa, laser TV, bathtub, wardrobe…
And a massive bed smack in the middle.
Ye Qiu turned on the tap above the tub.
It was a high-end international brand, so advanced that one press unleashed a steady stream of warm water. In under five minutes, it was full.
Stripping down, Ye Qiu hopped in, grabbed some body wash, and soaked quietly.
Then he spotted a small button by the tub, labelled: Surf Mode.
This thing could do waves?
Curious, he pressed it.
Instantly, the water churned—sometimes gentle, sometimes forceful—massaging his acupoints.
“This tub’s ace. I’ll ask Wan Sis where she got it—I need one for home.”
Ye Qiu closed his eyes, basking in it.
Lately, his nerves had been wound tight. From the northwest to the capital, he’d faced life-and-death stakes nonstop, never daring to let his guard down.
Back in Jiangzhou, he could finally breathe.
Before long, his eyes drifted shut, and he slipped into a light sleep.
Ten minutes later, the door creaked open. Qin Wan stepped in.
She’d swapped her business suit for a loose spa uniform, accentuating her graceful curves.
Barefoot, she padded softly to the tub.
Seeing Ye Qiu asleep in the water, drooling slightly like a kid, she stifled a giggle.
Her gaze slid from his face to his neck, chest, navel…
And lower.
Whoosh!
Qin Wan’s face flared red, blooming like a begonia—irresistibly enchanting.
