176: Chapter 176 Super King Bed? Hints at Expanding the Harem

"Big Sister, when on earth will the structural renovations on that new villa we bought be finished?"

Guli Nazha slumped over the dining table like a pile of mush, looking listlessly at Yang Mi, who was drinking milk.

Yang Mi set down her glass, thought for a moment, and said, "We'll have to tough it out for at least another month or so. After the structural work is done, we still need to air it out to get rid of the formaldehyde."

Guli Nazha scrunched up her little face in agony. "Can't we pay them a bit more to make the construction crew speed things up?"

Dilraba was also slumped over the table.

She was idly toying with the cherry tomatoes in the fruit bowl with her delicate, onion-white fingers. Hearing Guli Nazha's complaint, she gave her a puzzled look.

"Why are you in such a rush to move? I think living in this flat is quite comfortable."

Upon hearing this, Guli Nazha's anger flared up, and she retorted sharply,

"Easy for you to say! There were six of us crammed onto one bed last night! I was physically shoved off onto the cold floor in the middle of the night and had to sleep there for half the night! You try it and see if you're not desperate to move into a bigger house!"

Hearing this, the three "intruders"—Yang Mi, Tong Liya, and Dilraba—all flashed a look of awkward guilt.

"Soon, soon!"

Yang Mi cleared her throat guiltily and quickly made a promise. "I'll call the foreman later and just throw money at them. I'll make the crew work three shifts, twenty-four hours a day, and work overtime to speed it up! I guarantee we'll be able to move into the new home as soon as possible."

Liu Shishi rubbed her aching lower back resentfully. "I don't have any other requests for the new house, but the bed in the master bedroom must be super-sized. I was pushed off the bed last night too, and because you guys occupied all the space, I was forced to lie on the floor until dawn without even a chance to climb back up!"

Yang Mi was even more embarrassed now.

She rubbed her nose awkwardly and promised emphatically, "You can rest easy on that! For this new villa, I had the master bedroom bed custom-made by a top-tier furniture factory!"

"The size is absolutely insane! It stretches from the far east end of the room to the far west end. Forget about the six of us; even if twenty people were sleeping on it at the same time for a party, it would be spacious enough to do somersaults on!"

As soon as Yang Mi's bold declaration landed, the other four women instantly stopped what they were doing, turned their heads in unison, and stared at her with an extremely eerie look.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?"

Yang Mi felt a little unnerved by the staring. "Isn't it better to buy a bigger bed? That way, we won't have to be crammed together like sardines and fall off the floor anymore."

...

Guli Nazha raised her fair, slender right hand, held up two fingers, and asked with a complex look in her eyes,

"Big Sister, you had a super-sized bed made that can sleep twenty people... Are you hinting at the future scale of our household?"

Tong Liya slumped on the table, playing dead with a look of utter hopelessness. "Big Sister, aren't you being a bit too dutiful as the primary wife? Are you planning to take the initiative to help our husband expand his harem to three thousand beauties?"

Dilraba was even more terrified, her face turning pale. She grabbed onto Yang Mi's arm tightly and pleaded pitifully,

"Big Sister! My dear sister! I only have this one husband! Please, don't let so many women into the house to fight me for meat! I'll starve to death!"

Only then did Yang Mi realize how ambiguous her previous words had been.

She quickly pressed her palms together and bowed repeatedly to the four sisters, apologizing. "My fault, my fault! My mouth ran away from me, I said the wrong thing! Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey—that was so unlucky! But you can set your hearts at ease. As long as I, Yang Mi, remain the Big Sister of this household, forget about a bed that sleeps a hundred people..."

"Stop! Just shut up!"

Tong Liya clutched her chest, putting on a pained expression as if she were having a heart attack. "I beg you, stop increasing the number! I already think twenty is too crowded; how dare you suggest a hundred? Do you want to drain our husband dry?"

Guli Nazha also helplessly shrugged her snow-white shoulders. "Big Sister, please don't continue this terrifying topic. You're just making it worse."

Dilraba nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice.

Yang Mi was eager to show her loyalty. "You have to believe in where I stand! Think about it with a clear conscience—would I be stupid enough to take the initiative to invite other vixens into our Lin family to split his affection?"

Liu Shishi rested her delicate chin in one hand and pointed out the core of the problem with surgical precision.

"Big Sister, the problem isn't whether you let them in or not. The problem is that, in this matter, whether you agree or not doesn't seem to act as any kind of decisive barrier."

Yang Mi's willow-leaf eyebrows shot up. "You brat, are you questioning your Big Sister's authority and influence in this house?"

Liu Shishi met her gaze without fear. "Let's leave others aside for a moment. Just take that little vixen Song Zuer, who is recording the show with us. A woman's intuition tells me that sooner or later, that girl will find her way into this house and successfully take her place."

Yang Mi curled her sexy red lips in disdain and sneered, "Her? She's just a wet-behind-the-ears little girl. What does she have to fight us with?"

Tong Liya straightened up, abandoning her usual gentleness, her expression becoming uncharacteristically grave.

"Big Sister, you really shouldn't speak too soon about this. She is young, only seventeen. But don't forget, at her age, what techniques for serving our husband couldn't she learn?"

"What's worse is that she's at that invincible, youthful age, so fresh you could pinch water from her skin. In the face of such absolute collagen and youthful vitality, we 'old aunts' are at a distinct disadvantage!"

Once this home truth was spoken, even the usually confident Yang Mi fell silent.

She pursed her red lips tightly, her brows furrowed deep in thought.

Dilraba blinked her innocent, large eyes and asked tentatively,

"Actually, when all is said and done, the key is whether our husband is interested in her, right? If our husband isn't into that girl at all, then us worrying here blindly is useless, and we can just rest easy."

Guli Nazha sighed gloomily. "For now, it seems our husband really doesn't have any wicked thoughts in that regard. But who can guarantee the future? Anyway, I've always believed in one truth: there is no cat in this world that doesn't crave fish. Especially when faced with top-tier, tender meat delivered right to its mouth."

Dilraba gasped, murmuring to herself, "If we analyze it the way you do... that super-sized bed Big Sister ordered might actually come in handy in the future?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere at the dining table instantly dropped to freezing.

The other four women looked at each other, none of them saying a word.

If this had just been a joking tease, it would have been fine.

But when looked at closely, a deep sense of powerlessness rose in each of their hearts.

If one day Lin Chen really did bring a "Number Six" home who was younger and fresher than them.

What could they do? Cry, make a scene, and hang themselves? Or pack up and leave? They had absolutely no capital or courage to resist!

"Stop spacing out! Breakfast is ready!"

Just as the group of women was sinking into collective anxiety, Lin Chen walked out of the kitchen with a steaming breakfast, his warm, magnetic voice ringing out in the dining room.

The five women, who had been silent and depressed, seemed to have been cast under a spell the moment they heard that voice.

The gloom was swept away, and their pretty faces simultaneously bloomed with the sweetest, most comforted smiles.

Who cares how many women enter the house in the future.

As long as this man is still by their side now, cooking for them every day and loving them in bed every day, nothing else matters.

Back when the five of them were being reviled by the entire internet, didn't they feel like they couldn't go on? But what about now? Aren't they living happily every day like immortals?

After a cozy breakfast, the family of six started another round of their "makeover session."

After dressing up meticulously, the six of them put on their standard large sunglasses and set out in a nanny van.

Their task for the day was clear—to go to a professional custom gown rental shop to pick out clothes.

The day after tomorrow was the premiere press conference for the major drama falling goose long fly.

Since it was a large-scale live press conference hosted by Hunan Satellite TV, there would definitely be a red carpet segment.

As the focus of the entire event, the six of them couldn't possibly walk the red carpet wearing their usual casual clothes or jeans.

In the stereotypical minds of many onlookers, the bedazzling, eye-blinding high-fashion gowns that celebrities wear on the red carpet are all bought by the stars themselves for millions.

But this is purely a case of poverty limiting imagination.

In reality, apart from the very few wealthy women who aren't short on cash, the vast majority of gowns worn by celebrities on the red carpet are all borrowed or rented!

The reason is simple.

First, the prices of these limited-edition high-fashion gowns from top luxury brands or famous designers are ridiculously expensive.

A single dress can easily cost hundreds of thousands or millions.

Even if it's easy for celebrities to make money, if they had to pay out of their own pockets to buy a set for every event, even a mountain of gold wouldn't be enough to sustain such profligacy.

Second, and most importantly.

For female celebrities, gowns—these "battle robes"—have extremely strict "exclusivity" and "disposability."

No matter how stunning or well-fitting a dress is, they will absolutely never wear it a second time in public!

This is an unwritten, ironclad rule in the industry.

Wearing a million-dollar dress for only a few hours and then burying it in the back of a closet—only a fool would engage in such a losing business.

Unless they encounter a divine style they love to the bone and must buy to collect.

Otherwise, the vast majority of celebrity teams choose to go to professional celebrity gown rental shops to lease their battle robes.

"You've got to be kidding me? A shop as big as yours, and this is all that's left—these few rags?"

However, the rental journey of the five big stars of the Lin family was unusually smooth-less today.

They visited three or four of the top gown rental salons in Beijing in a row, only to come up empty-handed.

They didn't find a single dress that caught their eye.

What was left in the shops were either outdated styles from last year or even the year before, or unsellable stock from this year's new collections that nobody wanted.

"I am truly sorry, Ms. Yang. I am deeply apologetic, and I hope you and the other ladies can be understanding."

At the last and most high-end rental shop, the manager personally came out, acting humble and subservient as she apologized to the five of them.

These five were top-tier VIP clients who could make the entire domestic entertainment industry tremble with a mere stomp of their feet; she dared not offend them.