20: Chapter 20 Driving in a tent during the day? This is a huge misunderstanding!

Lin Chen pondered for a moment, met Yang Mi's pitiful gaze, and casually agreed: "Fine. When you have some free time, I'll teach you how to sing it privately."

"Mhm! That's great!"

On the surface, Yang Mi nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice, but inside, she was incredibly smug.

She felt she had completely seen through this man's facade.

He went to such lengths to write such a good song and laid so much groundwork—wasn't it just an excuse to teach her hand-in-hand and create an opportunity to be alone with her?

"You stubborn, tsundere guy. For the sake of this divine song, I, your boss, will spare you and not expose you. Hmph!"

Yang Mi felt wonderful inside, a victor's smile hanging on her stunning face.

She didn't linger in the tent, swaying her slender, snake-like waist as she went out to catch her schedule.

Asking the assistant director to swap a few scenes wasn't a big problem, but if it affected the shooting schedule of the entire Film Crew, that would be bad.

No sooner had Yang Mi left than Dilraba, who had been playing dead for half the day, instantly came back to life. Her big eyes darted around, and she leaped up from the lounge chair.

She trotted behind Lin Chen and lightly pounded his shoulders with her two pink, tender little fists.

"What are you doing?" Lin Chen asked.

Dilraba grinned and fawned over him: "I was afraid you were tired, so I'm loosening up your muscles. How's my technique? Does it feel good?"

Lin Chen shook his head: "Too weak."

"Then I'll put in more effort! How's this?"

To exert more force, Dilraba leaned her entire body onto him.

Her two large, soft mounds were pressed without reservation against Lin Chen's back, flattening out.

With her pounding movements, the astonishing elasticity and warmth were continuously transmitted to him, the sensation incredibly intoxicating.

Lin Chen closed his eyes, leaning back in the chair to enjoy it peacefully.

After massaging for a few minutes, Dilraba stopped.

She bent down, bringing her stunningly beautiful face close to Lin Chen's cheek. Her breath was like orchids, and her voice was syrupy sweet: "Hubby, am I being good?"

Lin Chen opened his eyes, looking at the breathtaking beauty right in front of him, and teased: "Sorry, may I ask who you are?"

Dilraba got anxious, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him, her surging bosom brushing directly against his arm: "I'm your legally wedded, darling wife!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Duh!" Dilraba bit her red lip and tentatively whispered, "Hubby, can you write a divine song for me too?"

"No."

"Why not!" Dilraba was so aggrieved she was about to cry, her little face instantly falling. "You're too biased, it's not fair at all! Why does Sister Mi get one and I don't!"

Lin Chen said indifferently: "She traded a screen role with me. What leverage do you have?"

Dilraba tilted her little head and thought for a long time, then puffed out her proud chest: "I just gave you a massage!"

"That's not enough."

"I'll massage you for a whole week, that should be enough, right!"

Lin Chen didn't answer. He twisted his neck, stood up, and pointed to the chair beside him: "Sit down."

Dilraba sat down obediently, her face full of confusion.

Lin Chen walked behind her, clenched his fists, and cracked his knuckles, producing a series of crisp bone-popping sounds.

Dilraba shuddered in fear, her large, watery eyes full of terror: "If you won't write it, fine, but do you have to hit me?"

Lin Chen placed his hands on her smooth, fragrant shoulders and straightened her fidgeting body: "Behave, don't move."

"No! Help... Ah!"

Lin Chen's hands began to knead directly along her fair, tender neck and shoulders.

Accompanied by a series of crisp bone sounds, Dilraba was in so much pain that tears instantly burst out. She felt as if her entire shoulder was about to be forcibly snapped, and her shrill screams echoed in the tent.

But after only a dozen seconds, the intense pain instantly receded, replaced by an indescribable, ultimate sense of comfort.

This was the bone-setting massage technique from Lin Chen's Grandmaster-level Medical Arts.

The acupoint identification was precise, following the meridians to sort them out; the technique was truly god-tier.

Blindly massaging as a layman would not only be useless but also harmful, but in his hands, tight muscles were completely loosened, and a strong, tingling numbness instantly surged through her whole body.

Dilraba's bones felt completely melted, her legs went weak, and her two fair legs clamped together uncontrollably.

The miserable screams quickly changed tune, turning into sweet, drawn-out moans.

"Mmm... so comfortable..."

Her eyes were unfocused, and her pretty face flushed with an alluring crimson.

This feeling of total clarity was even more satisfying than anything else; it was as if the shackles on her body had been instantly shattered, and she felt light as a feather.

"Lin Chen, use a bit more strength..." she pleaded coquettishly, her red lips slightly parted.

"If I use any more strength, it won't be pleasant—it'll be painful."

"Fine, just keep this intensity. You're amazing, it feels incredible. It's just that first bit of entry was painful as hell, but it gets more and more comfortable the longer you do it. What's the logic behind that?"

"There's no logic; everyone hurts the first time."

"Then after it hurts the first time, it won't hurt when we do it again in the future, right?"

"Mhm."

The two chatted idly in the tent.

Little did they know that outside, two people had completely petrified, their expressions incredibly vivid.

...

Outside the tent stood the second male lead, Yang Lihua, who had just finished his scenes, and Yang Mi's female assistant, Liu Xiaojiao.

Liu Xiaojiao was thirsty and wanted to come back to get some water.

Yang Lihua had changed into casual clothes and was preparing to go back to the hotel.

The two happened to meet on the road and heard Dilraba's miserable screams from far away. Thinking something had gone wrong, they rushed over to check.

Yang Lihua was the most anxious; he had been secretly in love with Dilraba for a long time, and his mind was filled with thoughts of playing the hero saving the beauty.

But as soon as they ran outside the tent, the sounds inside completely changed in tone.

The painful screams turned into soft, sticky, and intoxicating moans.

The sounds were intermittent, revealing an unmistakable sense of enjoyment and intoxication.

Neither of them were naive rookies.

Liu Xiaojiao had dated in college, and Yang Lihua was a seasoned veteran who had been getting hotel rooms since high school.

Hearing these sounds, all sorts of wild, nosebleed-inducing images instantly flooded their minds.

Immediately after, the conversation that drifted out completely shattered their worldview.

"Use a bit more strength..."

"It hurts at first, then it feels comfortable..."

"It always hurts the first time..."

Liu Xiaojiao was so embarrassed her face turned bright red, her heart beating like a drum.

She clicked her tongue in secret; these two were way too bold!

The film set tent had zero soundproofing, and they were doing this kind of thing inside in broad daylight!

Her mind was in chaos; she didn't know whether she should report this to her boss.

After all, nominally, five women were serving one husband, and now Reba had clearly cheated and jumped the gun—how would this end in the future?

Yang Lihua's reaction was nothing but pure despair.

Jealousy, anger, and pain instantly consumed him.

The ultimate beauty he regarded as his perfect goddess, whose hand he hadn't even held, was right now in this dilapidated tent, being pinned down and "driven" wildly by a poor boy!

And she was making such wanton sounds!

How was this any different from being cuckolded right in front of his face!

"Ah!"

Yang Lihua completely broke down, clutching his head and letting out a shrill howl, his expression twisted, and he turned and sprinted out of the film set like a mad dog.

Liu Xiaojiao was startled by him and, fearing she might stumble upon the good deed inside, also quickly turned and snuck away.

Inside the tent.

The massage ended.

Dilraba stood up, twisted her snow-white neck, and felt so light she could fly.

The chronic strain from years of looking down at her phone and scripts had been completely cured.

"Huh? Who's screaming so miserably outside?" She heard the howl in the distance and muttered curiously.

Relying on the astonishing hearing from his Grandmaster-level Qi Cultivation, Lin Chen had long heard the commotion outside clearly, but he couldn't be bothered to pay attention.

"Lin Chen, how come you're like a superman who knows everything?" Dilraba ignored the lunatic outside and sat back down opposite Lin Chen.

She bent down, leaning her stunning face in, and counted on her fair, tender fingers: "Cooking gourmet meals, writing divine songs, god-tier singing skills, micro-carving craftsmanship, and now even your bone-setting massage is so superb. When on earth did you learn all this behind our backs?"

Lin Chen unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and took a gulp: "I just learned it this morning."

Dilraba blinked her big, watery eyes, her face full of disbelief: "This morning?"

"Mhm."

"Where did you learn it?"

"A bookstore."

Dilraba's little face instantly darkened, her red lips pouting high: "Are you really taking me for a fool, huh? If you're going to make up a lie, at least find a more reliable excuse!"

"You're not just lying to me; you're insulting my intelligence!"