53: Chapter 53 I Kindly Heard Brother Qi's Voice

Early in the morning, in the hallway on the twelfth floor of Yunduan No. 1, Qian Mengsheng stood at the doorway of the east-side apartment. She had just pulled open the heavy solid wood entrance door when her footsteps faltered.

She tilted her head slightly, pricked up her ears, and struck a pose of earnest listening toward the west-side apartment at the other end of the hallway.

Today, Qian Mengsheng was wearing a light gray business suit; beneath her hip-hugging skirt were legs wrapped in flesh-colored silk stockings, and she was stepping into a pair of exquisite black high heels.

It was a standard urban beauty look, full of youthful vitality.

However, there were two faint dark circles under her eyes on her fair, pretty face; clearly, her sleep quality last night had been terrible.

This was no wonder; anyone sleeping in the big bed where her best friend had just had a fierce battle with her sugar daddy would inevitably have wild thoughts running through her mind.

"You must be crazy about Brother Qi, right?"

Su Ran walked out behind her. She had just changed out of the tattered lingerie from last night and was wearing a loose, wine-red silk nightgown, preparing to see Qian Mengsheng off.

Hearing her best friend's words, Su Ran followed Qian Mengsheng's gaze, glanced at the empty hallway, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"There's no one out here, is there?"

Su Ran let out a lazy yawn, her tone permeated with the allure of someone who had been well-satisfied.

"Besides, if Brother Qi came here, he would definitely be coming to see me, and you would be able to see him too."

Qian Mengsheng scratched her head and retracted her gaze, feeling somewhat suspicious.

"But... I really think I heard it just now."

Just a moment ago when she opened the door, she had faintly heard a muffled sound of a door closing from the west-side apartment.

Although the sound wasn't loud, it was quite clear in the quiet hallway.

At the same time, there was the sound of a man and a woman talking; although the man's voice only drifted over vaguely, it sounded extremely familiar to Qian Mengsheng.

Su Ran rolled her eyes at her, a mischievous smile curling the corners of her lips.

"If I had known you were so deeply attached to Brother Qi, I shouldn't have made the bed last night."

"I should have let you sleep wrapped tightly in the scent Brother Qi left behind; maybe then you would have slept even better and wouldn't have to go to work with two dark circles under your eyes."

Once these words were out, Qian Mengsheng's face flushed red to the tips of her ears in an instant.

The sight of the mess all over the floor that she had seen when she first entered the room yesterday flashed uncontrollably through her mind again.

"What are you saying! You wretched girl, you've stopped caring about having any shame now, haven't you!"

Qian Mengsheng was both embarrassed and annoyed; she bared her fangs and brandished her claws as she lunged at Su Ran, reaching out to tickle her best friend's waist.

"Ah! Stop it... Did I hit the nail on the head? Are you triggered now?"

Su Ran giggled while dodging, continuing to tease her stubbornly.

The two top-tier beauties started playing around right there in the twelfth-floor hallway.

Qian Mengsheng's business attire was stretched tight across her body, outlining astonishing curves with her movements.

Su Ran's silk nightgown fluttered up and down as she dodged, her fair collarbone and long, straight legs appearing and disappearing from view.

A famous person named Lu once said a piece of wise advice: "I love watching women fight the most."

It was just a pity that the hallway was empty, and this stunning scene was destined to go unappreciated.

After playing for a while, Qian Mengsheng glanced at the watch on her wrist and exclaimed that she was going to be late.

She hurriedly straightened her slightly disheveled skirt hem and rushed into the elevator.

Su Ran waved at her with a smile, watched the elevator door close, and then turned back to walk into the east-side apartment, closing the door behind her.

She let out a yawn, preparing to return to her room to catch up on some sleep.

She had no idea that the sugar daddy she was pining for, whom she thought was far away,

was, at this very moment, in another room on the same floor, enjoying the intimate service of another top-tier beauty.

Time passed slowly, and the sunlight grew increasingly dazzling.

In the blink of an eye, it was already noon.

Inside the master bedroom of the west-side apartment on the twelfth floor, the battle that had raged for an entire morning finally came to a halt.

The spacious room was filled with the traces of the battle that had ravaged it.

The air was thick with a rich, lingering scent of hormones that belonged only to men and women, refusing to dissipate.

Zhang Qi, his toned upper body bare, leaned against the soft leather padding of the headboard.

He let out a long breath, raised his hand, and gently massaged his brow.

Although he felt extremely satisfied and had a sense of conquering everything, he still felt a faint sense of exhaustion.

These past two days, he really hadn't had a moment of rest.

Yesterday afternoon, in the east-side apartment next door, he had given his all to Su Ran, that top-tier royal sister in black silk stockings, tossing and turning with her for an entire afternoon.

By the evening, he had gone to a hotel and, facing Sun Yiyao—that young, beautiful, and admiring stunner—he couldn't help himself again and mounted his horse once more.

Early this morning, he had brought Sun Yiyao to buy a house.

Just after entering the door of this west-side apartment, before he even had time to take off his shoes, he was pinned down by Sun Yiyao in the entryway.

The two of them had stumbled all the way from the entryway to the living room, and finally, they had spent the entire morning tossing and turning on the big bed in the master bedroom.

This frequency, this intensity.

Even a donkey from a production team would weep at the sight of this and call it professional.

Zhang Qi knew very well that this was only because he had the system by his side now.

Yesterday, between buying a car and a house, his total consumption had exceeded 16 million.

The system had given him two consecutive Physique rewards, bringing his current Physique points up to 87.

This was far beyond the peak level of a normal adult male, comparable to those top professional athletes.

If it weren't for these extra dozen or so Physique points acting as a safety net,

with this non-stop consumption over the past few days, he would probably already have sunken eye sockets and would have to lean against the wall just to walk.

This kind of thing requires a strong physical constitution to support it.

If one were to force themselves to do it while physically exhausted, it wouldn't be called enjoyment; it would be torture.

Fortunately, his current Physique was sufficiently monstrous; this kind of high-intensity exercise was still a breeze for him.

Moreover, whether it was Su Ran next door or Sun Yiyao in his arms,

both these women were absolute goddess-level; their looks, figures, and temperament were all top-tier.

To be able to have such top-tier beauties, who were usually high and mighty, yield and cater to his every whim beneath him,

that was what high-quality enjoyment was.

That was a fucking perfect life.

"Brother Qi..."

A soft, tender call interrupted Zhang Qi's thoughts.

Beside him, Sun Yiyao was lying limply on Zhang Qi's chest like a docile Persian cat.

Her current state could easily be described as a pile of mush.

Her exquisite face was flushed with the afterglow of intense exercise, and her eyes still held a lingering hint of intoxication.

A few strands of hair on her forehead were soaked with sweat, sticking messily to her cheeks.

"Let me rest for a while before I wash up; I really have no strength left."

Sun Yiyao's voice was hoarse, carrying a unique, post-coital cuteness, as if she were acting coquettishly toward her master.

She felt as if she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger right now.

After an entire morning of storms, Zhang Qi had been like an untiring machine, pushing her to the clouds time and time again.

Although she had tried her best to cooperate and give her sugar daddy enough emotional value, her body's instincts could not lie.

She was truly exhausted to the point where she had no strength left.

Moreover, because the amount of exercise had been so great, she was covered in a fine layer of sweat, feeling sticky.

Girls all love to be clean, especially top-tier beauties like her who make a living based on their looks and figures.

She even felt a bit disgusted with her current state herself.

But she really couldn't get up, and fearing that Zhang Qi would think she wasn't hygienic, she hurriedly spoke up to explain coquettishly.

Looking at the delicate body in his arms, Zhang Qi's lips curled into a gentle smile.

His broad palm stroked slowly down Sun Yiyao's smooth, delicate back, feeling that astonishing elasticity and silky touch.

"It's fine, rest for a while."

Zhang Qi said in a casual tone, "We'll wash together in a bit; there's a bathtub here, we'll take a bath together."

Hearing Zhang Qi say this, the tiny bit of worry in Sun Yiyao's heart instantly vanished.

She obediently pressed her face against Zhang Qi's solid chest muscles and rubbed against them.

"Alright, Brother Qi."

Sun Yiyao replied sweetly and slowly closed her eyes, preparing to seize the time to recover some energy.

Her mind was now filled with beautiful visions of the future.

This house, worth over five million, would be hers in five years.

Plus, there was a monthly allowance of fifty thousand yuan.

As long as she served this man in front of her well, she would never have to worry about money again for the rest of her life.

But just as she closed her eyes and her thoughts began to relax,

an extremely small, yet very abrupt detail suddenly flashed through her mind like lightning.

Sun Yiyao's eyelashes trembled slightly.

She kept her eyes closed, maintaining her docile posture, but her brain began to race.

A bathtub?

There's a bathtub in this house?

Sun Yiyao suddenly remembered the situation this morning.

Zhang Qi had brought her to the sales office downstairs, hadn't even taken a look at this house, and had gone straight into the VIP room to swipe his card, sign the papers, and pay in full for this west-side apartment on the twelfth floor.

The whole process was smooth and fluid, without any hesitation.

Then, they took the password upstairs and pushed open the entrance door.

As soon as they entered the entryway, the two of them were like thunder striking fire, and they immediately embraced.

From the entryway to the living room, and then to the big bed in this master bedroom.

For an entire morning, Zhang Qi had been tossing and turning with her on this bed, never having even stepped on the floor, let alone gone to the bathroom.

Since it was a ready-to-move-in house bought just today, and they had never been here before,

and after entering, they had never gone to the bathroom.

Then how did Zhang Qi know...

that there was a bathtub in the bathroom here?

Could it be that he had already researched it before coming here to buy the house?

That must be it...

Sun Yiyao didn't think too much about it, pressed her delicate cheek against Zhang Qi's chest, squinted her eyes slightly, and began to rest.