51: Chapter 51 Qian Mengsheng Can't Sleep

Inside a luxury suite at a high-end hotel in Shenzhen.

The heavy blackout curtains were drawn tightly, leaving only a dim, warm wall lamp on by the bedside.

The air was thick with the rich scent of hormones, belonging only to a man and a woman.

The large bed was in disarray.

Zhang Qi, shirtless, leaned against the soft, upholstered headboard and let out a long, heavy breath.

Sun Yiyao, like a sated Persian cat, lay limp against his chest, her fair arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

A few strands of black hair, dampened by sweat, clung to her still-flushed cheeks, and her watery peach-blossom eyes were filled with a dazed, submissive look.

Zhang Qi looked down at the exquisite beauty in his arms, his fingers gently caressing her smooth, delicate back.

Honestly, he was actually a bit impressed with himself right now.

That afternoon at the Yunduan No. 1 apartment, he had given Su Ran his all without reservation.

Coming to see Sun Yiyao that night was just to settle her in; he hadn't intended for anything to happen.

After all, men are made of flesh and blood, not perpetual motion machines.

But facts proved that a man's potential is infinite.

When Sun Yiyao, wearing that tight white knit short-sleeve top and hip-hugging jeans, looked at him from the passenger seat of his sports car with eyes that were practically melting, and softly and sweetly said, "I missed you."

The fire that had subsided within him was miraculously reignited.

A change of environment and a completely different top-tier beauty—the novelty and visual impact forced him to summon up an abundance of energy once again.

And so, another hearty, exhilarating battle ensued.

If not for the Physique reinforced by the System as a safety net, Zhang Qi reckoned he really would have been done for on these two beds today.

"You did well today." Zhang Qi pulled back his thoughts and lightly flicked the tip of Sun Yiyao's nose, his tone carrying a post-coital gentleness.

Upon hearing the praise, a sweet smile immediately bloomed on Sun Yiyao's lips.

She nuzzled into Zhang Qi's embrace, her astonishing fullness pressed tightly against his pectoral muscles, her voice raspy and soft.

"As long as Brother Qi likes it, I'll be even more obedient in the future."

Zhang Qi smiled, reached out to grab the phone thrown on the nightstand, and opened WeChat.

His fingers tapped rapidly on the screen.

"Ding-dong."

Sun Yiyao's phone, placed to the side, chimed.

She paused, then forced her sore, weak body to reach over and check the phone.

On the screen was a WeChat transfer notification for exactly thirty thousand yuan.

"I'm transferring another thirty thousand to you." Zhang Qi looked at her, his tone calm and direct. "From now on, I'll give you a fixed monthly allowance of fifty thousand yuan."

He said this without the slightest bit of beating around the bush, effectively placing their kept-woman relationship out in the open.

Sun Yiyao's hand, holding the phone, tightened slightly.

If this had been a few days ago, had someone spoken to her about being a kept woman in such a condescending tone, she would have felt insulted, no matter how poor she was.

Although she wanted to become wealthy, she had been somewhat resistant to this kind of thing.

If she hadn't had such reservations, she wouldn't have been so poor.

But now, Sun Yiyao's mindset had completely changed.

The immense strength Zhang Qi had displayed over the past few days had completely conquered her.

A title?

Can a title put food on the table? Can it let her stay in a luxury suite that costs tens of thousands a night? Can it let her hold her head high in front of her relatives?

Sun Yiyao was quite clear-headed.

She even felt that because Zhang Qi had made himself so clear, she felt more at ease.

This meant that Zhang Qi truly intended to keep her for the long term, rather than just playing around and tossing her aside.

"Brother Qi, I'll listen to everything you say." Sun Yiyao put down her phone and lay back against Zhang Qi's chest, her tone filled with undisguised reliance and sycophancy.

Zhang Qi was very satisfied with her attitude.

Dealing with smart women is worry-free; there's no need to waste breath explaining those superficial things.

He casually tapped on another pinned chat box.

That was Su Ran's WeChat.

Zhang Qi also conveniently transferred fifty thousand yuan to Su Ran. He had previously promised her fifty thousand, so he just sent it over now.

After the transfer, Zhang Qi tossed his phone back onto the nightstand.

He pulled over the quilt and casually turned off the bedside lamp.

"Get some rest early."

Zhang Qi held Sun Yiyao's warm, soft body in the darkness and whispered.

"Tomorrow, I'll give you another surprise."

Hearing the word "surprise," Sun Yiyao's eyes suddenly lit up in the darkness.

With Zhang Qi's current financial power, the surprise he spoke of would definitely be a grand gesture unimaginable to ordinary people.

Sun Yiyao's heart raced uncontrollably, but she was extremely sensible and didn't ask further.

"Alright, Brother Qi, good night."

She responded sweetly, closed her eyes, and drifted into dreamland, full of anticipation.

...

At the same time.

Futian District, Yunduan No. 1 Executive Residence.

Inside the top-tier apartment on the twelfth floor, the light in the master bedroom was soft and bright.

Su Ran and Qian Mengsheng were sitting side-by-side, leaning against the large, minimalist Italian-style bed.

After Qian Mengsheng dropped off the clothes for Su Ran, it was getting late, so Su Ran invited Qian Mengsheng to stay over.

She didn't mean to show off; she just wanted to share her joy.

Although Qian Mengsheng felt a bit sour inside, she didn't refuse.

The two had been best friends for a long time, and their relationship was still very good.

At this moment, Su Ran was holding her phone, scrolling through her Moments.

Suddenly, a WeChat notification popped up at the top of the screen.

It was a transfer from Zhang Qi.

Su Ran paused, then opened the chat box.

A transfer of exactly fifty thousand yuan appeared prominently on the screen.

"Ah!"

Su Ran couldn't help it and let out a cry of surprise.

She sat bolt upright on the bed, but because the movement was too abrupt, she strained her waist, which had been overused that afternoon, causing her to gasp in pain.

However, this bit of pain couldn't hide the wild joy on her face.

Fifty thousand yuan.

This was real, hard cash, and it was just her pocket money for this month.

Zhang Qi had just promised her fifty thousand a month that afternoon, and by night, he had already followed through.

This kind of decisiveness—keeping his word and throwing money around—completely infatuated Su Ran.

Qian Mengsheng, sitting beside her, was startled by her shout.

"What are you screaming for?" Qian Mengsheng leaned over, her gaze sweeping across Su Ran's phone screen.

That orange transfer interface and the glaring "50000.00" figure instantly filled her vision.

Qian Mengsheng's breath hitched.

She stared blankly at the number, and the sour feeling in her heart, like a jar of overturned old vinegar, instantly spread throughout her limbs and bones.

Fifty thousand yuan.

She got up early every day to squeeze onto the subway, endured her boss's attitude at the company, and worked hard overtime for a whole month, only to take home a salary of just over ten thousand.

And what about Su Ran?

She just lay on this bed for an afternoon, having been tossed around by Zhang Qi.

And fifty thousand yuan was easily hers.

Not only that, but this luxury home worth 5.3 million was also currently being lived in by Su Ran.

Anyone would feel unbalanced by such a huge disparity.

Su Ran happily accepted the transfer and sent back a very ambiguous emoji.

She turned her head, looked at the jealous expression on Qian Mengsheng's face, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Mengmeng, look."

Su Ran shook the phone in her hand, her tone filled with a bit of pride and teasing.

"With this money, I won't even have to work anymore."

"Why don't you quit your job too? Just stay home from now on, and I'll support you!"

Su Ran truly had the confidence to say this now.

Not only did she have the pocket money from Zhang Qi, but she also had the Vacheron Constantin watch worth over two hundred thousand that Zhang Qi had given her, which she could cash in at any time.

Qian Mengsheng rolled her eyes at her best friend's teasing.

She curled her lips in annoyance.

"Oh, give it a rest."

"That's Brother Qi supporting you. You using Brother Qi's money to support me, what kind of logic is that?"

"It makes it sound like I'm your little wife."

Su Ran didn't get angry; instead, she shrugged, laughing until she shook.

"That's not wrong, either."

"But this money came from Brother Qi, and he told me I could spend it however I wanted, so there's nothing wrong with me keeping you!"

"Get lost."

Qian Mengsheng rolled her eyes prettily.

The two bantered a bit on the bed.

Su Ran let out a long yawn, a look of drowsiness appearing on her face.

She was truly exhausted.

That hours-long storm that afternoon had almost drained all of her energy.

Now that her nerves had relaxed, sleepiness surged over her like a tide.

"I can't do it anymore, I can't stay awake, time to sleep, time to sleep!"

Su Ran tossed her phone onto the nightstand, slid under the covers, and adjusted herself into a comfortable position.

"I'm really exhausted today; my bones feel like they're about to fall apart."

In the spacious bedroom, two extremely attractive figures lay side-by-side on the large bed.

Su Ran was wearing black silk lingerie, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and deep cleavage.

Qian Mengsheng was curled up in the quilt, but the thin bedding couldn't hide her youthful, beautiful figure, which showed off alluring curves.

The two lying together formed an extremely pleasing picture.

The room soon quieted down.

Su Ran's breathing gradually became steady and long, clearly having entered deep sleep.

But Qian Mengsheng, lying beside her, couldn't sleep at all.

She kept her eyes open, staring at the luxurious crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

Her mind was a mess.

Qian Mengsheng turned over and lay on her side.

Although Su Ran had tidied up the bed a bit before going to sleep, and there weren't as many traces of the "battle" as before.

But when Qian Mengsheng closed her eyes, the scene she had seen when she first entered the room uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.

Clothes torn to shreds all over the floor, wadded-up tissues, and that chaotic, messy bed.

That extremely intense visual impact was branded into her mind.

She even felt that the air she was breathing seemed to still hold the domineering and fiery masculine scent left behind by Zhang Qi.

This caused her heart to start racing uncontrollably.

The temperature under the quilt seemed to be gradually rising.

Qian Mengsheng's cheeks were burning, and she subconsciously clamped her legs tightly around the quilt.

A scene even surfaced in her mind.

It was the scene of Su Ran and Zhang Qi on this bed that afternoon.

Only, at some point, the person under Zhang Qi in her fantasy suddenly became herself...