31: Chapter 31 Yang Mi's Surprise Attack! The Ambiguous Scent in the Air

"Click!" A lighter flame flared up.

Dilraba lay naked on top of Lin Chen like a completely tamed, docile kitten.

Large swathes of her snow-white, smooth, and beautiful back were exposed to the air without reservation.

Having just experienced the wild baptism of a storm, her delicate skin was covered in a fine layer of fragrant sweat, and her whole body was limp like mud, making it difficult for her to even lift a finger.

She held up the lighter to help Lin Chen light a cigarette.

Lin Chen didn't usually have a cigarette craving, but at this moment, he had to smoke one.

After all, having just completed a life-first achievement that he hadn't managed in two lifetimes, he had to have some sense of ritual.

A post-coital cigarette was definitely a man's highest reward.

Dilraba reached out with her fair, onion-white fingertips and drew circles aimlessly on Lin Chen's solid pectoral muscles.

Having completed the wild transformation from girl to woman, she felt nothing but endless peace of mind.

What was writing songs and hitting the charts? Even if Yang Mi sold her album all the way to Mars, she wouldn't be the least bit jealous.

Let the outsiders jump around; she was the rightful Mrs. Lin, who had been fiercely cherished by this man.

"Hubby, guess when I first fell for you?" She shifted into a comfortable position, pressing her burning hot face against Lin Chen's chest.

"I can't guess. When?"

Dilraba's pretty face blossomed into a sweet smile: "It was the first time you cooked for me in the kitchen."

Lin Chen was a bit surprised, his large hand stroking her smooth, jade-like back as he teased, "So you had designs on me that early on?"

Dilraba pouted and bit his chest, leaving a row of shallow tooth marks: "Hate you! That was the starting point of my heart fluttering. Later, living together every day, I slowly realized my mind was full of your shadow, and I couldn't leave you at all. What about you? When did you fall in love with me?"

Lin Chen took a drag of his cigarette: "Just like you, love grew over time, and I fell for you imperceptibly."

Outside the window, it was pitch black, with not a single star in sight. The night wind carried a muggy heat; it was estimated that another heavy rainstorm would come soon.

The atmosphere in the room, however, was extremely ambiguous and warm. A man and a woman were snuggled naked under the covers, whispering intimate love words.

As for that "window paper," once it was completely poked through, the relationship between the two changed qualitatively in an instant.

An hour ago, although the two played and bickered every day, their boundaries still existed. Now, they had completely merged at negative distance, becoming a family.

"Li Qingfeng's exclusive makeup artist is a gay man. Once, I even caught him secretly touching Li Qingfeng's thigh, and it almost made me vomit from disgust."

Dilraba couldn't keep her mouth shut, lying in Lin Chen's arms and sharing lewd gossip from the Film Crew. As she got excited, her two snowy-white, full breasts kept rubbing against Lin Chen's chest.

"Hubby!" As they chatted, Dilraba suddenly propped herself up with her arms. Her large, alluring breasts swayed directly in front of Lin Chen's eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Dilraba's eyes turned red, and she begged pitifully: "After the year is up, can we not get a divorce?"

Lin Chen chuckled, wrapped his arms around her fair, tender neck, and pressed her back into his arms: "What are you thinking about? Are you planning to kick me out after a year?"

"I will absolutely not divorce! I'm afraid you won't want me."

Lin Chen gave her reassurance: "Put your heart at ease; I will never mention it even if I die."

"Hmm! We will be tangled together for a lifetime; neither of us is allowed to mention separating. Even if we argue and smash plates in the future, we are not allowed to use divorce as an excuse!"

"Okay."

"Hee hee!" Dilraba laughed through her tears, nuzzling her little head into the crook of Lin Chen's neck, and closed her eyes happily.

Lin Chen stubbed out the cigarette butt, staring at the ceiling, but a different kind of emotion welled up in his heart.

The top-tier stunner in his arms was no longer an unreachable female celebrity, but the wife he would spend the rest of his life with.

As a man, there was suddenly a heavy sense of responsibility on his shoulders. Since he had decided to live properly this time, he couldn't be like his past life, where he only saw work.

But supporting the family was definitely a hard requirement. Although Dilraba was worth over a hundred million, that was her money. As the head of the household, he had to earn a substantial family fortune for her that could shelter her from the wind and rain.

...

Dilraba didn't dare stay overnight in Lin Chen's room. Yang Mi was filming a night scene tonight, and she would definitely stop by on her way back to the hotel after work. If she happened to see the two of them sleeping naked together, it would be impossible to explain.

Although Dilraba felt that she was legitimate and didn't need to explain, she still felt guilty deep down.

She got dressed, enduring the tearing soreness at the base of her thighs; her walking posture was very strange, and she waddled back to her room across the hall like a duck.

Watching her comical figure disappear outside the door, Lin Chen leaned against the headboard, took out his phone, and dialed Huang Bo's number.

"Oh my, what kind of evil wind is blowing today? You, a busy man, are actually taking the initiative to find me?" Huang Bo's chuckling voice came through.

"Is it convenient to talk?"

"Convenient, I'm at home watching soap operas with my wife."

"Skip the last half sentence; I have serious business with you," Lin Chen said.

"Yo!" Huang Bo laughed and scolded, "What serious business?"

Lin Chen paused for a few seconds, his tone calm: "I'm in a relationship."

"..." The other side of the phone fell into dead silence.

"Hello? Did the signal cut out?" Lin Chen asked.

"I'm listening!" Huang Bo smacked his lips, his tone full of shock, "My brain can't quite wrap around this. Big brother, your household registration explicitly lists five stunning wives in black and white, and you come to tell me you're in a relationship? Having an affair? I can't help with this, and I absolutely won't offer any advice!"

Lin Chen explained patiently: "You know clearly that my marriage registration with the five of them was purely an absurd misunderstanding."

"So now you're turning the fake act into reality?"

"Yes."

"You took all five?"

"I only took one."

"Yang Mi?"

"Reba."

"Yang Mi has no chance?"

"..." Lin Chen was silent for a moment, "No chance for now, and it's possible there will never be a chance."

Huang Bo sighed long and hard: "Listening to your messy accounts gives me a headache, so I firmly support our country's abolition of polygamy! Having one 'grandma' at home is enough to handle, and you have five..."

Before he finished speaking, a dull thud came from the receiver. Apparently, Huang Bo's wife couldn't listen anymore and punched him directly.

"Ahem, let's talk business. What exactly do you want to do?" Huang Bo awkwardly changed the subject.

Lin Chen went straight to the point: "Since I'm in a relationship, I have to be responsible for her to the end. I want to earn money to support the family."

Huang Bo patiently counseled him over the phone: "Take my advice, you are being stubborn about making money. Dilraba has her own company and salary; one hundred million and one billion make no difference to her, they are purely a string of numbers. Is there any point in racking your brain over the growth of these numbers?"

Lin Chen pondered for a while: "That makes sense, but I've taken such a big advantage for nothing; I always feel that if I don't do something, I'll feel sorry for her."

Huang Bo laughed and scolded: "That you can have this thought shows you aren't rotten to the core. To put it plainly, you just want to find some psychological balance. Since that's the case, why do you have to obsess over money? Taking care of her more in daily life and being more considerate and accompanying her, isn't that a hundred times better than money?"

Lin Chen nodded while thinking. He was indeed a bystander who couldn't see clearly; having lived two lifetimes, he still had blind spots he couldn't get around.

Huang Bo chuckled on the other side of the phone: "You're going to have a hard time with this romantic debt! I don't believe you can't see that Yang Mi is also interested in you?"

"How are you, a grown man, more gossipy than a paparazzi? Hanging up now."

He tossed his phone on the table and walked to the window shirtless. Resting his hands on the windowsill, he silently gazed at the pitch-black night sky outside. Although a heavy rainstorm was coming, his mood was surprisingly relaxed.

"What are you looking at?"

The door wasn't locked and was pushed open directly. Yang Mi walked in. She had just finished work at the set and hadn't even returned to her own room; she had run over to visit at the first opportunity.

"What's that smell?" As soon as Yang Mi walked to Lin Chen's side, her exquisite, delicate nose suddenly wrinkled.

Her pair of watery, peach-blossom eyes scanned the room, finally locking directly onto the messy bed.

The bed hadn't been tidied up yet, and the quilt was rolled up in a mess.

Yang Mi walked to the bedside, bent her slender, water-snake waist, and stuck her round, perky peach buttocks high up.

She leaned close to the bed sheet and sniffed carefully, then turned her head, a strange smile appearing on her beautiful face.