118: Chapter 118 Dilraba fell off the bed twice in one night

In the end, reason lost to the instinct to compete for favor.

Tong Liya abruptly stood up and walked toward the master bedroom, gritting her teeth.

Her steps were stiff and slow at first, but after a few paces, they became increasingly firm.

"If Yang Mi and Dilraba can do it, why can't I?"

"With my figure and my face, how am I any worse than them?"

To be honest, if one wanted to use the simplest and crudest way to break down the barriers between women and quickly establish an offensive and defensive alliance,

then this currently absurd method was undoubtedly the most effective.

As the saying goes, there are four great bonds among men: having been classmates together, having served in the military together, having visited prostitutes together, and having shared loot together.

But in the face of the madness between these three women and one man at this very moment, those four great bonds were simply weak!

What could better prove that they were "a loving family" than four people being completely naked and sleeping under the same covers?

The intensity of the battle that night was something that could not be spoken of to outsiders.

The only downside was that this custom-made three-meter bed still seemed a bit crowded for four people.

Poor Dilraba, because her sleeping posture was so terrible, was pushed off the bed twice in one night, falling until she saw stars.

This caused the little fairy to wake up the next morning with two dark circles under her eyes and in an extremely irritable mood.

The next morning, the sun was bright.

Breakfast was steaming hot fresh meat wontons.

This was the collective labor of Lin Chen's family of four.

Lin Chen transformed into a dim sum master, responsible for guiding them hand-in-hand, while Yang Mi, Reba, and Tong Liya—the three kitchen idiots—were responsible for clumsily putting it into practice.

Regarding the matter of cooking, there has always been a stereotypical prejudice in society: people always think that women should naturally stay in the kitchen, and that women must cook better than men.

In reality, this is complete nonsense.

If you really want to look at the data, in the kitchens of major top-tier restaurants, 99 percent of the executive chefs and Michelin-starred masters who wield the ladle are men.

The reason why women leave the impression of being "good at cooking" is, first, because most of them are meticulous and can make home-cooked dishes with flair.

Second, it is because in traditional patriarchal family concepts, women are forcibly bound by the label of "virtuous wife and good mother," and cooking has simply become their inescapable responsibility.

The three women in the Lin family could be said to have absolutely no talent for Culinary Arts.

However, it was fine; under Lin Chen's hands-on guidance, they could barely manage to cook the food by following his lead.

As for the taste, let's just say it wouldn't kill anyone.

It didn't go as far as what is portrayed in some brainless idol dramas, where entering the kitchen leads to an exploding pot and creating a pile of pitch-black dark cuisine.

Lin Chen had always felt that if there really were women in reality who blew up kitchens, as long as they weren't intentionally acting stupid to attract attention, then it was a fundamental intellectual deficiency, and it had nothing to do with culinary talent.

Because Yang Mi and Dilraba had to fly back to Beijing in the afternoon—Yang Mi had to check on the final wrap-up work for the Film Crew, and Reba had a packed schedule and had to rush off to promote several new endorsements—

after breakfast, the family of four didn't go out to cause a fuss but tacitly huddled together in the first-floor living room, enjoying this stolen half-day of leisure.

The four were dressed in very cool, homey attire, all wearing tank tops and shorts.

Especially the three women, whose clothing used pitifully little fabric, with three pairs of fair, long legs swaying about in the living room, revealing an infinite amount of spring scenery.

If they wore this outfit out, it would definitely cause a pile-up of car accidents.

But at home, it didn't matter; after all, they had even measured each other's most private parts, so what was there to be shy about?

Lin Chen sat on the main sofa with his legs spread wide.

Dilraba, as if she had no bones, put her long, straight, fair legs directly on Lin Chen's lap, and the two put their heads together, happily scrolling through the comments on Weibo.

Tong Liya sat on the other side of Lin Chen, her bare feet resting on the sofa cushion, with a laptop on her thighs, processing scripts and business invitations in her email.

She was now an independent artist and had fired her previous idiot manager; although she had to do everything herself, which was tedious, she gained peace and freedom.

Yang Mi had no airs of a boss at all; she sat cross-legged directly on the Persian rug, her upper body lying on the glass coffee table, picking and choosing on the computer screen.

She was not looking at scripts, but at the materials of major renovation companies.

The cause was last night's absurd "big melee."

Mainly because that idiot Dilraba's sleeping posture was too tragic; she rolled off the bed twice, falling until she was bruised and swollen.

This gave Yang Mi the idea to renovate the house.

Although this villa had three floors, the truly luxurious master bedroom was on the third floor, while the second floor was full of smaller guest rooms.

When Tong Liya and the others moved in, Yang Mi, in order to show that she was approachable, was embarrassed to hog the master bedroom on the third floor by herself, so the third floor had remained vacant.

"Here is my plan."

Yang Mi said, scrolling the mouse without turning her head to discuss with the three people behind her, "Let's just knock down all the rooms on the third floor and turn it into a super-large single-level master bedroom. Add a few independent wet-and-dry separated bathrooms and a super-large walk-in closet on both sides."

"The second floor will remain as guest rooms. If anyone gets pregnant in the future, we'll turn it into a nursery."

"As for the first floor, let's knock down the room my husband is currently staying in and connect it with the one next door to make a large study. Do you think this plan works?"

Tong Liya looked away from the computer screen: "How long will the construction take?"

Yang Mi replied: "That depends on the progress of the renovation company. But as long as we pay enough, it should be quite fast if they work day and night. If not, we can just move back to the old apartment and make do during the construction period. Anyway, we are flying around all the time and can't stay at home for many days."

Dilraba bit her finger and muttered: "I have no other objections. Just don't let me fall off the bed while sleeping at night! You guys don't understand that kind of despair; falling into weightlessness while sleeping soundly is as terrifying as falling off a cliff!"

"Take your stinky feet away!"

Tong Liya slapped Reba's little feet, which were swinging around, in annoyance, "They're almost kicking me in the face!"

Dilraba puffed out her cheeks in anger, wrapped her arms tightly around Lin Chen's neck, and rolled her eyes at Tong Liya.

Yang Mi turned her head to look at Lin Chen, seeking the opinion of the head of the family: "Husband, what do you think?"

Lin Chen didn't even lift his eyelids: "You handle it, whatever works for me."

Yang Mi continued to ask: "What about the layout of the study? Do you have any special requirements?"

Lin Chen touched his chin and thought for a moment: "We can get a larger ecological fish tank."

Dilraba's eyes lit up, and she asked curiously: "Husband, are you going to keep tropical goldfish?"

Lin Chen shook his head.

Dilraba chuckled and leaned into his ear, breathing like an orchid: "Then... do you want to keep me, this mermaid?"

Lin Chen coldly and ruthlessly shattered her fantasy: "I want to keep a turtle."

"Hmph! Big bad guy! You only know how to bully me!"

Happy times always seem like they've been put on fast-forward.

This law has been verified with blood and tears by countless miserable workers.

Even many office workers have conspiracy theories: has the country secretly modified the laws of time?

Why does it feel like the two days of the weekend don't have forty-eight hours at all, but at most thirty-six hours?

Why is Monday so long that it feels like a year?

Actually, it's not that the weekend has become shorter, but that work days are too difficult to endure; it is under this strong contrast that this illusion of days feeling like years is produced.

As time slowly approached noon, Dilraba visibly wilted.

Even though Lin Chen personally cooked a table full of her favorite Xinjiang dishes for lunch, it didn't make her perk up again.

"Alright, alright, put away that look on your face like your parents died."

Yang Mi sat nearby and scolded her in annoyance, "It's only been a few days since we parted! You're acting like it's a life-and-death separation, and it's not like you're going to the West to get scriptures and never coming back."

If it were normal times, given Dilraba's lively personality, even if the big boss were lecturing her, she would definitely stiffen her neck and retort a couple of times.

Even if she were scolded like a dog after talking back, she would still have to do it.

But at this moment, Dilraba didn't even have the strength to bicker.

She hung her head, her pink lips pouted high, and her face was full of "Baby is unhappy, baby has emotions."

Lin Chen looked at her pitiful appearance, amusedly pinched her cheeks, and gently comforted her with a few words, and Dilraba's expression finally turned from cloudy to partly cloudy.

After lunch, Lin Chen acted as a temporary driver and drove Yang Mi and Reba to the airport.

Their flight was at 2:30 in the afternoon; according to the moving traffic conditions in Beijing, leaving now was actually a bit rushed.

Let's not talk about the trip to the airport for now, and just talk about the house.

With the departure of Lin Chen and those two women, the heavy responsibility of cleaning up the mess and washing the dishes naturally fell on Tong Liya.

But strangely, not only did Tong Liya not have any complaints or feel tired, but she was humming a song while working, and her mood was so good that she was almost flying.

Her state was the exact opposite of Dilraba's.

As the time got closer to noon, the smile on the corners of her mouth became harder to suppress.

If it weren't for maintaining the surface harmony of the family, fearing that Yang Mi and Reba would see clues, and even more fearing that Lin Chen would think she lacked tolerance, she might have laughed out loud at the dinner table just now.

How should I put it? This matter is very subtle.

Although the three women were naked together on one bed last night and formed so-called "plastic sisterhood," feelings are something that always have degrees of closeness and distance.

Last night's crazy foursome did indeed break the awkward barrier between them, eliminated a lot of hostility and suspicion, and made everyone look more like a family.

But... it only looked that way; the barrier in their bones still existed.

This is like biological brothers and sisters born to the same mother; they can still fight until they are bruised and bloody to compete for their parents' love, let alone their relationship of sharing one man?