175: Chapter 175 Tong Liya knocks on the door while holding a pillow

"Pop!"

Lin Chen quickly rapped her flour-dusted little hand with his chopsticks: "No manners! Go wash your hands!"

Dilraba pouted her rosy lips, her big watery eyes welling up, and tugged on Lin Chen's sleeve pitifully: "Hubby~ Can't you let me eat one to pad my stomach first? Your little baby is about to starve to death."

Liu Shishi joined in the fun.

She boldly lifted the hem of her loose pajamas, revealing a flat, fair waist, and pointed at her stomach for Lin Chen to see: "Yeah, Hubby, look at my stomach, it's caved in from hunger."

"Hubby~"

"Good Hubby, let us have just one bite, we promise to wash our hands right after!"

The five stunning beauties pulled out all the stops, surrounding Lin Chen with their coquettish tactics.

Those crisp, tingling "Hubby" calls nearly made Lin Chen's bones melt.

Just as Yang Mi had analyzed before.

Faced with the combined pouting of these five delicate wives, Lin Chen's psychological defenses were truly fragile.

He pursed his lips helplessly, glaring at these five lawless sprites.

In the end, he compromised, picked up a slotted spoon, and thoughtfully served each of them a big bowl of steaming hot dumplings.

"Hee hee! Hubby, you're the best to us!"

"Mmm! So delicious! These dumplings are amazing!"

"Hoo hoo—so hot, so hot! But this broth is so savory!"

The family sat around the dining table, happily enjoying a meal of Lin Chen's secret-recipe dumplings.

After eating their fill, Lin Chen stretched, got up and walked to the living room, picking up his brush to continue working on the movie's storyboard sketches.

As for the mess in the kitchen, it was naturally left for these five freeloaders to clean up.

These women had been spoiled by Lin Chen to the point where they were becoming increasingly uninhibited.

Behind closed doors, they were just like five childish little girls who hadn't grown up.

Even gathering in the kitchen to wash dishes caused all sorts of commotions, with laughter and the clatter of dishes constantly ringing out.

Only when Lin Chen occasionally looked up and swept a warning glance their way would they behave and quiet down for a few minutes.

After finishing the cleanup, the five women took turns showering, washing away the flour and fatigue.

Tong Liya thoughtfully went to the kitchen to wash two large plates of fresh fruit and brought them to the living room.

"Hubby, did you draw these manga-like sketches yourself?"

Dilraba, wearing a sexy silk camisole nightgown, clung to Lin Chen like a boneless cat.

She held a shiny, washed green apple, took a crisp bite, and then fed the remaining half directly to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen opened his mouth and bit into the apple.

With one arm around her slender waist, his other hand naturally held her fair, delicate little foot resting on his lap, and he asked with a smile: "Otherwise? Do you think there's a second wild man hiding in this house besides your Hubby? How is it? Is your Hubby's drawing skill decent enough?"

Dilraba nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, her eyes sparkling with little stars: "Decent enough! It's amazing!"

Guli Nazha, who had been looking down at her phone, raised her head upon hearing this and switched to mockery mode:

"Tsk tsk tsk, is this what they call 'suffering from a lack of culture'? Why does the country strongly advocate for nine-year compulsory education? It's to prevent people like you from racking your brains only to squeeze out a dry, two-word 'amazing' when encountering stunning works!"

"I really don't know how you got into college. Don't ever say you're my sister when you go out in the future; I can't afford to lose face like that."

Dilraba bristled immediately, her willow brows arching: "Get lost! You're the one without culture! I'm a proud graduate of the Acting Department of the Shanghai Theatre Academy, okay! My college entrance exam score was much higher than yours back then! My future baby will definitely be a straight-A student and will absolutely crush yours!"

Tong Liya added a slow, calculated blow from the side: "Shanghai Theatre Academy? Actually, it's just so-so in the industry; it doesn't count as a top-tier institution."

Dilraba panicked: "You guys are going too far! I've endured your usual teasing, but I won't allow you to insult my alma mater!"

Yang Mi, wearing a loose men's shirt, sat on a single sofa with her long, glowing white legs crossed.

While flipping through the financial report in her hand, she casually delivered a critical hit: "The Shanghai Theatre Academy is indeed quite average. At least compared to our Beijing Film Academy, it's more than a notch below."

Guli Nazha shook her phone triumphantly and made a "V" sign at Dilraba:

"Did you hear what Big Sister said? The three of us are all formally trained graduates of the Beijing Film Academy. Are you sure you want to discuss which alma mater has more prestige in front of us?"

In the domestic entertainment industry, there are only three top art schools that specialize in training stars: Beijing Film Academy, Central Academy of Drama, and Shanghai Theatre Academy.

These three universities are the backbone of the Chinese entertainment industry, having produced countless Best Actors and Actresses and top celebrities.

If one were to force a hierarchy of disdain in the industry.

The generally accepted ranking is: Beijing Film Academy takes the top spot, Central Academy of Drama follows in second, and Shanghai Theatre Academy is forced into third place.

Of course, regarding this ranking, the faculty and students of the Central Academy of Drama and Shanghai Theatre Academy would definitely die before admitting it.

These three institutions could be said to look down on each other, with each believing their own alma mater is the undisputed number one in the country.

Dilraba was left speechless, her teeth itching with anger.

She really wanted to cite sources to vindicate her alma mater, but after looking at the massive "Beijing Film Academy Alumni Association" force of Yang Mi, Tong Liya, and Guli Nazha, she felt she was outnumbered and couldn't win an argument against them.

Her big eyes rolled around, and she decisively cast a desperate plea for help toward Liu Shishi, who was sitting on the edge, grabbing her hand.

"Shishi! Quick, say something for me..."

Liu Shishi pulled her little hand back as if electrocuted, shaking her head repeatedly with a wary look:

"Don't drag me into this! I graduated from the Beijing Dance Academy with a major in ballet. I'm not in the same system as you acting folks. This is a battle between gods, and this mortal isn't participating."

This was a very clear strategy of self-preservation.

Dilraba was furious, pointing at Liu Shishi's nose and scolding: "Stop pretending to be noble and making excuses! You're just a coward!"

Liu Shishi pouted her little lips aggrievedly: "How am I a coward? I'm not from any of those schools you mentioned. Anyway, our Beijing Dance Academy is absolutely top-tier among dance institutions in the country, and I don't care to argue with you."

"Hubby—they're bullying me together!"

The little fairy Dilraba, trapped in a desperate, isolated situation, had to use her ultimate trump card.

Like a little stray cat that had been wronged, she dove into Lin Chen's broad chest, rolling around and acting coquettishly to beg for comfort.

The family played and joked in the living room until past eleven at night.

Only when everyone was too sleepy to keep their eyes open did they wash up and return to their rooms to rest.

Last night, Lin Chen stayed in Yang Mi and Dilraba's room.

According to the tacit rotation agreement among the five wives of the Lin family, Lin Chen clearly couldn't sleep in that room tonight.

Just as he walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, he was grabbed by Liu Shishi, who had been lying in wait at the door, and was half-dragged, half-pushed into the room she shared with Guli Nazha.

As for the earth-shattering battle that took place after the door closed, that is not for outsiders to know.

Everyone was a young person full of vigor.

Furthermore, although Liu Shishi and Guli Nazha had been by Lin Chen's side these past few days, because they were recording a variety show, they were watched by dozens of cameras and Film Crew staff every night, so they couldn't find a single chance for deep interaction.

Now that they finally had a space to themselves, how could they not collect the interest on the longing that had been piling up over these past few days?

But it is worth mentioning the subsequent developments that night.

Just as the three of them in the room had fought three hundred rounds and were calling a retreat to rest.

Tong Liya, wearing a sexy, provocative camisole nightgown, knocked on the door holding her own pillow.

The excuse she gave was very bizarre: "The soundproofing in my room is too poor; I can't sleep if there's the slightest noise outside, so I'm coming here to squeeze in with you guys."

This terrible excuse wouldn't even fool a ghost.

As a result, not long after Tong Liya squeezed onto the bed, the door knocked again. This time it was Dilraba.

She didn't even bring a pillow, saying righteously: "The soundproofing in my room is also poor, and I can't sleep either."

In the end, even the usually coldest and most dignified big sister, Yang Mi, fell.

She pushed open the door and dropped the same excuse without batting an eye: "Poor soundproofing, insomnia."

Thus, that night, six people squeezed onto a two-meter-wide bed.

...

Another sunny morning.

Lin Chen was still wearing that gray apron, methodically frying eggs and toasting bread in the open kitchen.

Sunlight spilled in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and time seemed to flow backward at this moment, re-enacting the scene from yesterday morning.

The five stunning beauties of the Lin family were once again sitting around the dining table like five frost-bitten flowers.

Yawning, rubbing their eyes, all sorts of listless postures.

The only difference was. Yesterday, they were exhausted from staying up late.

And today, although they were still sleepy, everyone's complexion looked amazingly good!

That skin, white with a rosy tint, those luscious, dripping lips, were as tender and fair as a just-peeled hard-boiled egg.

Even without any makeup, they were three times more beautiful than when they were fully made up.

This was the magical power of being thoroughly nourished; no expensive skincare product could replace it.