Chapter 124 Sister Huilin, you've misunderstood me and my brother-in-law.

Xue Shanshan's lips were warm and soft, with a hint of fruity sweetness.

She kissed with intent, her tongue lightly sweeping across the seam of Chen Ang's lips, while her other hand grabbed his wrist, guiding it toward her chest.

Chen Ang still didn't respond; he neither pushed her away nor reciprocated.

Xue Shanshan kissed for a moment, then slowly stopped, her lips sliding away from the corner of his mouth. "Are you not satisfied? Wen Zhiyong hasn't touched me for the past two days."

She tilted her head back, her voice carrying a hint of grievance and a hint of expectation.

"I'm not interested for now, but..." Chen Ang released the hand he had placed on her chest, his gaze sliding from her face to her shoulders, then down to her waistline. "What if I said, if you came to keep me company on the eve of your wedding, wouldn't it be more stimulating?"

Xue Shanshan's eyelashes fluttered, then she lowered her head, a faint flush rising on her cheeks. "How are you so good at playing these games?"

"Aren't you quite capable? You think this is hard?"

"I don't think it's hard, I'm just surprised." She raised her head again, the flush in her eyes not yet faded, but her gaze was already filled with an eager glow.

"Aren't you going to ask why?" Chen Ang asked calmly.

Xue Shanshan shook her head. "You must have your reasons for doing this."

Chen Ang laughed and said casually, "If you want to stay, I can help you find a job."

Re-examining her, Chen Ang spoke again, "As for your marriage with Wen Zhiyong, I won't interfere. Once you're married, you'll be a daughter-in-law of the Wen family; live your life as you should."

"Just like that?"

Chen Ang nodded, then ignored the stunned Xue Shanshan, turned around, unzipped his fly, and relieved himself.

Listening to the sound of flowing water hitting the porcelain surface of the squat toilet, Xue Shanshan bit her lower lip, looking at Chen Ang's back, her mind wondering what he was thinking.

Zipping up, Chen Ang turned around. Seeing she was still stunned, he chuckled and asked, "By the way, do you have any first loves or anything like that?"

Xue Shanshan raised her eyes, stunned.

She shook her head, then nodded, her expression somewhat dazed.

She didn't understand why Chen Ang suddenly asked this, but before she could press him, Chen Ang had already opened the door and walked out.

How could she possibly understand Chen Ang's thoughts?

The Wen family was so desperate to pass on the family line; how could Chen Ang not send one their way to repay Wen Huilin for her seven years of painstaking effort?

After standing dazed for a moment, Xue Shanshan followed him out.

Just as they turned the corner of the corridor, they ran straight into Wen Huilin.

Wen Huilin's gaze swept from Chen Ang to Xue Shanshan, from Xue Shanshan's slightly flushed cheeks to the smudged lip gloss at the corner of her mouth, and finally landed on the overly close distance between the two.

Her expression instantly looked as if she had been splashed in the face with a basin of ice water; first shock, then disbelief, and finally, all emotions were crushed into silence.

Her face was ashen, and the emotional impact made her chest heave.

"Chen Ang, what do you think you're doing?" She grabbed Chen Ang, lowered her voice, her gaze piercing sharply at Xue Shanshan.

The ambiguous scene at the entrance of the Qianxi Hotel resurfaced before her eyes; the string in her mind had been stretched for too long, and now it finally snapped.

Her wealth was about to be drained, and now Chen Ang and Xue Shanshan were walking out of the same restroom together, with Xue Shanshan still wearing that flush she was too familiar with.

"Sister Huilin, you've misunderstood." Xue Shanshan spoke first, her voice natural. "Brother-in-law couldn't find the restroom earlier, so I showed him the way."

"Showing the way? You have to go in together to show the way?" Her gaze crossed over Chen Ang's shoulder, stabbing like a knife into Xue Shanshan's face.

She suspected that Chen Ang and Xue Shanshan were conspiring to swindle Wen Zhiyong's bride price; this thought had been faintly emerging ever since Chen Ang spoke up for Xue Shanshan in the living room earlier.

Seeing the two of them walk out from the end of the corridor one after the other now, that suspicion instantly inflated into a huge, terrifying guess that made her tremble all over.

"Sister Huilin, you don't suspect that there's something between me and Brother-in-law, do you?" Xue Shanshan widened her eyes, her lips slightly parted, her expression shifting from confusion to disbelief. "How could you have such a thought? He is your husband."

"Heavens, are you thinking that he and I are giving you, giving Zhiyong, a green hat together?"

Wen Huilin was stunned. Being questioned by Xue Shanshan, she calmed down and realized she might have overreacted.

There was no evidence; suspicion was just suspicion. Words alone meant nothing.

"Wen Huilin, are you drunk from drinking juice?" Chen Ang, with his hands in his pockets, a playful smile on his lips, stepped out to support her.

"Do you want to go find your parents and your brother and bring them over, and tell them the scenes you were just imagining in your head face-to-face? Just tell them you saw Shanshan and me having a deep exchange in the restroom."

Chen Ang's voice wasn't loud, but every word slowly drilled into Wen Huilin's ears.

Wen Huilin was dumbfounded. Her lips were trembling, but she couldn't say a word.

At this moment, Wen Guodong and Li Meifeng were in the living room, happily flipping through the yellow calendar to pick a wedding date.

And Wen Zhiyong was red-faced from drinking, just mindlessly happy by himself.

If she rushed in now to tell them that Chen Ang and Xue Shanshan were having an affair, who would believe her?

Wen Guodong would scold her for making trouble out of nothing, Li Meifeng would tell her not to be suspicious, and Wen Zhiyong would probably jump up and point at her nose, accusing her of not wanting him to be happy.

Everyone would think she was crazy, that she was jealous of her sister-in-law, that she wanted to back out and take back that five hundred thousand.

In this family, she had long since lost her say.

"Sigh, Sister Huilin, I see your mood hasn't been very stable lately. Maybe it's because work is too busy. You should take more rest."

Seeing this, Xue Shanshan took the opportunity to turn and walk toward the living room. Her pace was unhurried, and after brushing past Wen Huilin, her eyes were full of tension and excitement.

Only Chen Ang and Wen Huilin were left in the corridor.

Wen Huilin looked up at Chen Ang. She gritted her teeth, glared at Chen Ang, and said in a low voice, almost like a roar: "Chen Ang, do you have your eye on her? You need to be clear about who she is."

Chen Ang didn't expect her to ask such a question, so he examined her with interest, pondering what she was thinking.

Afterward, he shrugged and laughed: "What, do you want to manage my crotch? Let me think, it's been almost a year since we last slept together, right?"

As he spoke, Chen Ang's smile grew wider. "Have you figured it out? Or are you feeling horny? Or is it that if you don't use it, no one else can?"

"You... shameless." Wen Huilin pointed at Chen Ang, cursing in anger: "Are you mentally ill, wanting to sleep with everyone?"

Chen Ang saw this and laughed out loud.

Staring into her eyes, he said coldly: "You, I don't want to sleep with. I'm afraid of being sued for marital rape."