36: Chapter 36 Stimulation

"Brother Yang, what's wrong?"

Wang Yang smiled.

"It's nothing."

Chen Xuemiao blinked.

"Brother Yang, why do you always want a child?"

Wang Yang paused for a moment.

He looked at Chen Xuemiao and said seriously.

"Isn't it good to have a child for me? They can inherit my estate in the future."

Chen Xuemiao was stunned.

Inherit the estate?

She had never thought about this.

She thought Wang Yang just wanted a child, wanted an heir.

She didn't expect him to be thinking so far ahead.

She looked at him, her eyes suddenly feeling a bit hot.

"Brother Yang..."

Wang Yang laughed and pinched her cheek.

"What, are you touched?"

Chen Xuemiao nodded and buried her face in his chest.

Just then, the phone suddenly rang.

Chen Xuemiao's phone, which was on the bedside table, lit up and vibrated with a buzzing sound.

Chen Xuemiao reached out to grab it and took a look at the caller ID.

Liu Qian.

She was stunned.

She instinctively looked at Wang Yang.

Wang Yang also saw the name on the screen, and the corners of his mouth curled into a playful smile.

Chen Xuemiao was a little panicked.

"Brother Yang, it's Liu Qian..."

Wang Yang looked at her, his eyes filled with amusement.

"Answer it."

Chen Xuemiao bit her lip, her finger hovering over the screen.

The phone was still ringing.

Wang Yang watched her without saying anything.

Chen Xuemiao took a deep breath and swiped to answer.

"Hello, Qianqian."

Her voice was trembling a little.

Liu Qian's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Xuemiao, about that thing I asked you to help me check, how is it? Does Wang Yang really have money? Is it real or fake?"

Chen Xuemiao opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer.

She instinctively looked at Wang Yang.

Wang Yang looked at her and shook his head slightly.

The look in his eyes was clear: say it's fake.

Chen Xuemiao understood.

She took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound normal.

"It's fake, how could he have any money... He's still the same~"

Just then, Wang Yang moved.

Chen Xuemiao shuddered all over and almost cried out.

She bit her lip hard and glared at Wang Yang.

Wang Yang looked at her with an innocent expression, but didn't stop his actions.

Liu Qian's voice came from the other end of the line.

"I knew it, how could he possibly have money? That poor loser, he'll be like that his whole life! That car must be rented, and that house must be borrowed. Who is he trying to fool!"

Chen Xuemiao bit her lip, trying hard to control her voice.

"Yeah, right."

Her voice was trembling.

Liu Qian paused.

"Xuemiao, what's wrong with you? Why does your voice sound strange? Is the call lagging?"

Chen Xuemiao quickly said.

"No, it's nothing... maybe the signal is bad~"

Wang Yang's movements became a little heavier.

Chen Xuemiao almost cried out, biting her lip so hard her eyes turned red.

Liu Qian's voice continued.

"Then help me keep an eye on him. If he really makes any moves, tell me immediately. I don't believe he can stir up any trouble."

Chen Xuemiao replied with difficulty.

"Okay, okay..."

Liu Qian added.

"Alright, I'm hanging up then. Let's grab a meal later."

"Yeah, bye."

The call ended.

Chen Xuemiao threw the phone aside, panting heavily, tears almost falling.

She glared at Wang Yang, feeling both shy and angry.

"Brother Yang, you're so bad..."

Wang Yang laughed.

"What's wrong? Wasn't it quite thrilling?"

Chen Xuemiao bit her lip, unable to speak.

It was thrilling, alright.

But it was also too scary...

Wang Yang looked at her appearance, and the fire in his heart ignited again.

He rolled over and pinned her underneath him.

Chen Xuemiao exclaimed.

"Brother Yang, again..."

Wang Yang lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

"I didn't perform well just now, let's do it again."

Chen Xuemiao wanted to say something else, but her mouth was blocked.

The sunlight outside the window gradually slanted westward, and the sunset's afterglow spilled in, gilding the entire room with a layer of gold.

The two on the bed were tireless.

Scene change.

Liu Qian hung up the phone, threw it onto the sofa, and a smug smile curled at the corners of her mouth.

"Poser."

She leaned back on the sofa, crossed her legs, looked at the ceiling, and talked to herself.

"Rent a car, borrow a house, post on social media, and you think you're really a rich person? It's hilarious."

She remembered seeing Wang Yang at the 4S dealership that day.

She remembered the black X5M, and remembered the manager's respectful attitude.

She was really scared at the time, thinking Wang Yang had really struck it rich.

Now that she thought about it, it was all an act.

"With that pathetic look of yours, you'll just be like that your whole life."

Liu Qian pouted.

"Good thing I was smart and didn't let you trick me back. Following Young Master Zhang, I get to live the good life; it's ten thousand times better than being with you."

Just as she was thinking this, the sound of a key turning came from the door.

The door opened.

Young Master Zhang walked in, carrying a black plastic bag in his hand, and tossed it casually onto the entryway cabinet.

Liu Qian immediately put on a smiling face, stood up from the sofa, and walked over with a sway of her hips.

"Young Master Zhang, you're back~"

Her voice was cloyingly sweet.

Young Master Zhang glanced at her and reached out to pinch her butt.

Liu Qian leaned into his arms, tilted her head up, and acted coquettishly.

"Young Master Zhang, that bag you promised to buy for me last time, when are you going to give it to me? I've had my eye on that model for a long time, and my best friend even bought one..."

Young Master Zhang looked down at her, a playful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Bag?"

"Yeah~"

Liu Qian nodded, her fingers drawing circles on his chest.

"That new LV model, the one that costs over twenty thousand. You said you'd buy it for me~"

Young Master Zhang laughed and pinched her butt again.

"If you serve me well, you'll naturally get your rewards."

Liu Qian blushed and punched him lightly.

"Hate you~ When have I not served you well?"

Young Master Zhang didn't say anything, let her go, walked over to the entryway cabinet, and picked up the black plastic bag.

Liu Qian followed him, watching curiously.

"What is this?"

Young Master Zhang placed the bag on the coffee table and opened it.

Liu Qian leaned over to look, and her expression changed instantly.

Inside the bag was a black whip.

Thin, made of leather.

There were also a few red candles, and some things she couldn't name.

She was stunned.

"Young Master Zhang, this... what is this? Is this for hitting something?"

Young Master Zhang looked at her, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"What for? Obviously to screw you, to make you feel good."

Liu Qian's face turned pale.

She instinctively took a step back.

"I, I don't want this..."

Young Master Zhang's expression sank instantly.

"You don't want it?"

Liu Qian looked at his gloomy expression, her heart tightening.

During the time she had been with Young Master Zhang, she knew what kind of temper he had.

He looked happy-go-lucky usually, but once he turned hostile, he was very fierce.

She remembered what her little friends had said.

"Those kinds of rich second generations have huge tempers, you have to go along with them."

"If you make them angry, they'll just kick you out and find the next one."

Liu Qian bit her lip.