Chapter 108: Sharing the Same Room!

Qin Luo took a taxi to the Zizhu Garden residential complex. At the entrance, the security guards checked his identification several times and even called the residence before finally letting him in.

There was no helping it. Qin Luo, who had arrived by taxi, hardly looked like a resident of such an upscale community. And the clothes he wore were so strange that the guards suspected they might not even be worth as much as the Goldlion suits on their own backs.

If they knew that Qin Luo’s robe was worth several hundred thousand yuan, who knew what they would think?

He pressed the doorbell of Li Qingcheng’s apartment, and before long he heard the sound of slippers dragging across the floor.

Li Qingcheng was wearing a pair of blue casual shorts and a white sleeveless vest. Although she had black underwear beneath it, her full, generous breasts still rose high, stretching the vest until it bulged as though the fabric might tear apart at any moment.

“Little brother, you’re here.” Li Qingcheng smiled seductively.

The palm-sized cat lay lazily in her arms. At the arrival of a guest, it merely opened its eyes and gave Qin Luo a casual glance before closing them again, looking utterly content.

Had Qin Luo been lying in that spot instead of the cat, he suspected his reaction would have been much the same.

“What do you want with me?” Qin Luo asked.

“Didn’t I already tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“I missed you.” Li Qingcheng stared at him with her large, flirtatious eyes, brimming with springlike allure, and spoke with a playful smile.

That woman was a master of changing faces. Qin Luo knew that she could play a person so convincingly that she became one, and play a ghost so convincingly that she became one. As a refined lady, she was a refined lady; as a seductive woman, she was a seductive woman. She could be pure and innocent, or shamelessly wanton. She could put on a solemn expression and pretend to be serious, or laugh loudly without the slightest restraint.

Anyone who believed her words would have to be a complete fool.

“What is it really about?” Qin Luo asked as he changed his shoes by the door.

“Ah, you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.” Li Qingcheng sighed, as though Qin Luo had truly misunderstood her intentions.

“I can’t believe you,” Qin Luo said. “Didn’t you say there was something important you wanted to discuss with me? What is it?”

“Before we discuss business, you should meet the important person first. I was asked to bring you here.” Li Qingcheng pulled the lecherous cat from her chest and walked over to pour Qin Luo a glass of purified water.

“Who is it?” Qin Luo asked as he accepted the glass.

Li Qingcheng glanced toward the bathroom, then leaned close and whispered into his ear, “Wait a moment, and you’ll get to enjoy the sight of a beautiful woman emerging from her bath.”

Qin Luo’s heart stirred, and his voice instinctively dropped as he asked, “Who is it?”

“You’ll know when she comes out.”

“Do I know her?”

“Of course you do. You’ve even touched her legs.”

“...”

As they spoke, the bathroom door opened. A tall, alluring woman stepped out.

She wore a white bathrobe, her long hair hanging damply over her shoulders. Cotton slippers covered her feet, while beneath the hem of the robe, a long stretch of flawless, lovely calf was revealed.

“Qin Luo, you’re here.” The woman hurried over and wrapped him in a tight embrace.

While savoring the softness in his arms, Qin Luo greedily breathed in the fragrance left by her recent bath. His eyes darted back and forth, unable to resist stealing glances into the open neckline of her robe, even as he pretended to look away.

“Miss Li, when did you arrive?” Qin Luo asked with a smile after embracing Chen Siyuan.

Chen Siyuan released his waist and pretended to be angry. “Weren’t we supposed to be friends?”

“I’m sorry. It’s become a habit.” Qin Luo looked embarrassed. Since she had even kissed him before, calling her “Miss Li” did indeed seem too distant.

Seeing his awkward expression, Chen Siyuan smiled. “From now on, just call me Siyuan. I only arrived from the airport a little while ago. I said I wanted to thank you by treating you to dinner. I didn’t expect the beautiful Miss Li to summon you here so early. Will this interfere with your work?”

Li Qingcheng curled her lips. “The first thing you said when you called me was that you had arrived at Yanjing Airport. The second was to ask about this lecher. Did you really think I could pretend not to notice your little scheme?”

That woman’s tongue was vicious. She turned to Qin Luo and added, “You might as well stop calling her Siyuan. Just call her your wife. This woman is in heat.”

“You’re the one who’s in heat,” Chen Siyuan retorted with a laughing scold.

“You still won’t admit it? You didn’t even hug me when you saw me just now, but the moment you saw Qin Luo, you threw yourself straight into his arms. And you dare say you’re not?”

“You always have the foulest mouth. Nothing decent ever comes out of it.”

“Can your dog really spit out ivory?”

“...”

Chen Siyuan had come for Qin Luo—or, more precisely, for Qin Luo’s beauty business.

The Golden Chrysalis Skin-Nourishing Powder, developed from Qin Luo’s secret formula and produced under Li Qingcheng’s direction, had already been completed. Once its initial promotion was carried out, it could be distributed on the market.

And promotion naturally required a celebrity spokesperson. Taiwan’s number-one leg model was the perfect ambassador for the product.

Just imagine: apply the medicine to someone’s legs, and it produces Taiwan’s most beautiful legs. How striking would the results be?

If it were applied to someone’s face, wouldn’t it create the most beautiful woman in all of China?

Women were never satisfied with their appearance. Those who were unattractive wanted to become beautiful; those who were beautiful wanted to become even more beautiful.

Li Qingcheng had brought Chen Siyuan over to take several sets of photographs and shoot a television commercial. The advertisements would later be promoted through television, newspapers, magazines, and other media.

Because Chen Siyuan had once benefited from Qin Luo’s skin-nourishing powder herself, she had directly refused payment when discussing her fee with Li Qingcheng. She was working entirely for free this time.

“Qin Luo, you must visit Taiwan if you ever get the chance. I told my group of friends about you, and they admire you terribly. I also have a friend who used to be a leg model, but she accidentally suffered a small burn on her leg and had to leave the industry. She was originally supposed to come with me this time, but something unexpected happened at home, so she couldn’t make it. Still, when she heard that I was coming to shoot advertisements for your product, she begged me to bring some back for her.”

Chen Siyuan sat with Qin Luo on the sofa as they chatted. Her bright eyes remained fixed on his face. Even after so long apart, he was still as captivating as ever.

What an adorable little man!

“It’s no problem. Miss Li can send her a set of the product later,” Qin Luo said with a smile.

“By the way, when will our product be launched?” Qin Luo turned to look at Li Qingcheng.

Li Qingcheng shot him a glance. “You have the nerve to ask? This is your product, and most of the profits will be deposited into your account. Yet you don’t even know when it’s being launched.”

“Aren’t you handling it?” Qin Luo said sheepishly.

“Am I your mother? Do you rely on me for everything?”

“...”

After saying it, Li Qingcheng herself found the remark amusing and burst out laughing. Chen Siyuan laughed as well. The two women embraced each other and collapsed into a fit of laughter, rolling about on the sofa.

“If I had a son like you, you’d drive me to my grave,” Li Qingcheng gasped.

“If he were really your son, he’d have to call me Auntie. Goodness, that’s hilarious.” Chen Siyuan clutched her stomach.

Qin Luo looked thoroughly depressed. He thought that if he really had a mother like Li Qingcheng, he might as well stab himself and get it over with.

Then he remembered that Wang Jiujia’s mother was just as extraordinary. He could not help feeling some sympathy for her.

And when he accidentally imagined marrying Wang Jiujia, which would make her mother his mother-in-law, he realized that such a life would be utterly impossible to endure.

Qin Luo spent the entire afternoon there, chatting with the two beauties.

A cup of black tea, two pastries, and the sight of the two women’s shapely legs carelessly propped upon the table—he felt that time had never passed so quickly.

On a whim, Chen Siyuan decided to cook dinner for Qin Luo herself. Since she was a guest from afar, Qin Luo felt too embarrassed to leave her alone and had no choice but to call Lin Qingyuan again to say that he would not be coming home for dinner.

Unexpectedly, Chen Siyuan was an excellent cook. Her dishes had a distinctly Taiwanese flavor, light and delicately sweet without being cloying. They suited Qin Luo’s taste perfectly.

After dinner, he chatted with them for a while longer. But when he once again announced that he should leave, both women objected at once.

“Qin Luo, stay here with us, all right? There’s a room for you to sleep in, and we can keep chatting.” Chen Siyuan looked at him reluctantly.

Li Qingcheng was much more direct. “You can stay without worry. We know you won’t do anything bad.”

“You trust me that much?” Qin Luo asked with a bitter smile. In truth, he had very much wanted to do something bad the last time.

“No. We trust ourselves. With that small frame of yours, even if you managed to climb into bed, we’d kick you right back out,” Li Qingcheng said disdainfully.