33: Chapter 33 Two red plum blossoms were discovered on the bed sheet!

Dilraba was about to go crazy with anger.

She was, at the very least, the legitimate wife, and she had caught them in bed. Why did the naked woman on the bed have such a bigger temper?

Were mistresses who broke up marriages this arrogant now?

"Yang Mi, you must explain this to me clearly today!"

Yang Mi didn't care at all.

She casually grabbed a pure white T-shirt and pulled it on.

She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and the thin fabric was pushed high by two large, round mounds.

"Explain what?" Yang Mi asked in a flat tone.

Dilraba was trembling with rage at this shameless attitude: "You were lying naked in my husband's bed, and you don't even have an explanation?"

Yang Mi cast a charming roll of her eyes: "Who is your husband?"

"Don't play dumb, you know who I'm talking about!"

"If you're referring to Lin Chen, I'm sorry, but he is also my legally registered husband."

Dilraba opened her rosy little mouth, completely stunned.

That's right!

She had been too busy getting angry just now; how could she have forgotten about that?

They were all clearly on the same household registration book!

Yang Mi couldn't be bothered to pay attention to her.

She stepped out of bed with her long, fair legs.

She went over to Lin Chen, who was busy in the kitchen, reached out with her jade-like arms to hook around the man's neck, and pressed her luscious, ruby-red lips against his for a heavy kiss.

After kissing him, she swayed her slender, willow-like waist as she walked over to the window to watch the rain.

"It's raining so hard, did the Film Crew not send out any new notices?" Yang Mi asked, turning around.

Dilraba habitually answered: "They did, the morning is off. We'll see about the afternoon; if the rain doesn't stop, we'll continue resting..."

Halfway through her sentence, she suddenly realized what was happening, and her stunning face darkened again: "Don't try to get close to me! I haven't forgiven you at all! I treated you like a good sister, and you actually went behind my back to sleep with my man!"

Yang Mi spread her hands helplessly: "Are you going to keep going? Are you forcing me to slap my marriage certificate on your face?"

Dilraba huffed: "It's completely different! Yours is just a fake marriage; you have to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to split up after a year. I have real feelings for Lin Chen!"

"What do you know about feelings?"

"This is ironclad proof!"

Dilraba threw off the messy quilt and pointed at the bed sheet.

She wanted to use the virgin blood to show off, proving she had given her first time and completely stamped her claim.

However, her gaze swept downward.

On the snow-white bed sheet, two striking red plum blossoms were printed there!

One on the left, and another on the right!

Dilraba's watery eyes instantly widened: "Huh? You're actually a virgin too?"

Yang Mi was so embarrassed that her face turned beet red, and she cursed through gritted teeth: "Get out!"

...

Facing this situation, both women were actually mentally prepared.

For some time now, the three of them had been together every day, and everyone could see that the others were interested.

Lin Chen had always kept things balanced.

They understood that sooner or later, it would turn into a three-person battlefield.

The argument just now was at most just jealous bickering; no one was actually furious.

Women are always selfish in relationships, but when facing an invincible man, they could only helplessly compromise in the end.

If it were anyone else, it would definitely not be such a minor scene; they would certainly have torn each other apart, with blood shed on the spot.

Beside the dining table, the three of them sat together.

Yang Mi and Dilraba habitually sat cross-legged on the wide bed.

Ten delicate toes painted with clear nail polish dangled in the air, their ultra-short shorts retreated to the tops of their thighs, revealing enticing glimpses of skin.

"The fried dumplings look so delicious!"

As soon as Dilraba sat down, she impatiently picked up a golden, oily dumpling and stuffed it directly into her rosy little mouth.

The filling, fresh out of the pan, was piping hot.

She let out "Ah! Ah!" sounds from the heat and quickly spat the dumpling onto the plate.

Her pink little tongue stuck out, puffing for air.

But she couldn't bear to throw it away; she puffed out her cheeks, blew on it twice, and picked it up again to chew, her pink lips completely covered in glistening oil.

Yang Mi frowned as she watched: "Can you be a little more hygienic? It's disgusting."

Dilraba didn't care at all: "Why would I be disgusted by something from my own mouth? Besides, it's not like you haven't eaten it before, you hypocrite."

Yang Mi widened her eyes: "Have I lost my mind? When have I ever eaten your saliva?"

Dilraba waved her chopsticks and analyzed it seriously: "I kissed Lin Chen just now, and Lin Chen kissed you last night. Rounding it up, that means we indirectly kissed each other!"

Yang Mi went through it in her mind and actually found the logic to be flawless.

"Stop talking nonsense, eat your food!"

After eating, the three of them lounged on the bed chatting.

The soiled bed sheets had long been changed by the hotel staff.

Both women secretly hid the two pieces of red plum-stained fabric they had cut out in their respective bags.

After all, they were souvenirs stained with their own blood.

As for where exactly they hid them, they didn't say, and Lin Chen couldn't be bothered to ask.

"Alright, stop fussing."

Lin Chen sat in the middle.

His left hand gripped Yang Mi's snow-white, slender wrist, and his right hand rested on Dilraba's smooth thigh.

The two great beauties sat on either side, and whenever they moved even slightly, they would touch each other, which had caused them to chatter and fuss all morning.

A woman's recovery ability is truly amazing.

Last night they were so worn out they couldn't get out of bed, as fragile as delicate flowers, yet this morning they were lively and full of energy again.

"Find some time to go to a major hospital, register, and get a comprehensive physical examination." Lin Chen suddenly remembered the important matter and spoke up to remind the two women.

Dilraba rolled over and lay directly on the mattress.

She cupped her beautiful, charming face with both hands, her long, fair legs swinging back and forth in the air.

Hearing this, she giggled: "Hubby, you've finally discovered a blind spot in your knowledge, haven't you? It's only been one night; we have to wait at least a month or two to find out if we're pregnant."

Lin Chen raised his hand and slapped Dilraba on her round, perky peach-like buttocks.

"What are you thinking about? I just want to check the basic indicators."

Yang Mi asked with concern from the side: "Is there something wrong with our bodies?"

Lin Chen shook his head: "Nothing wrong. I want to create a long-term health plan for you both, and I need precise data."

"Treating an illness is not as good as maintaining health, and maintaining health is not as good as early prevention. As long as you maintain an optimal state, there is no need for medicine or surgery. The vast majority of illnesses cannot be completely cured; once you've had them, even if they are treated, they cause irreversible damage to your foundation."

Hearing these words, Yang Mi and Dilraba felt sweet in their hearts.

Their stunning faces were filled with happy smiles.

Look, this is their man—thoughtful, meticulous, and capable of anything.

"Hubby, aren't you skilled in Traditional Chinese Medicine? Can't you just take our pulses? Why do we have to go to a major hospital?" Dilraba asked, blinking her lively, large eyes.

"Western medical instruments check data more precisely," Lin Chen explained casually.

As a master-level divine doctor, he was not only proficient in Traditional Chinese Medicine but also held an all-embracing attitude toward modern medicine.

The more one stands at the pinnacle of the pyramid, the more inclusive one's mindset becomes.

Those who truly work behind closed doors and step on each other are all quacks with half-baked knowledge.

When facing different technologies, the correct attitude is to absorb and integrate them, and ultimately surpass them.

Yang Mi and Dilraba knew nothing about medicine.

In any case, in their eyes, whatever their man said was correct, so they just had to listen obediently and do as he said.