131: Happy moments

In Shen Qian's estimation, Song Shulu was likely quite repressed. After all, a married woman who didn't go home, stayed at school all day, and was rumored to have a bad temper—one could predict a few things from that.

However, he hadn't expected her to be repressed to this extent.

"Shen Qian, I feel... so happy."

"But I have a Girlfriend."

Actually, saying this at such a time wasn't quite appropriate, but Shen Qian always acted steadily; he needed to prevent this woman from getting too carried away.

"You have a Girlfriend?"

Song Shulu suddenly turned her head to look at Shen Qian, momentarily at a loss for words.

"I betrayed her, but I couldn't help it. I like you too much."

This was a psychological game. By specifically emphasizing betrayal, he was actually showing Song Shulu a kind of shared identity resonance.

I have a Girlfriend, but I betrayed her to be with you.

You have a husband, and you also betrayed him to be with me.

We are the same. Morally speaking, neither of us can judge the other. Therefore, you can't get angry just because I have a Girlfriend.

Because your betrayal is even more excessive than mine.

"Then... will there be a next time for us?"

Sometimes, Shen Qian felt he understood women well enough—after all, he was experienced and very good at reading human nature—yet women always managed to say things that caught him off guard.

Originally, in his plan, this woman should have gotten angry, followed by a period of cold war between them.

But he hadn't expected the person in front of him to just accept it like that.

He spoke with a hint of doubt.

"Do you blame me? Actually, if you blamed me, I would feel a bit better."

The woman shook her head.

"No, actually, this is better. There's a gap between us. Having a Girlfriend your own age is what's right in my eyes.

You have a young body, a young heart, and this young face. No matter how greedy I am, I wouldn't dare dream of possessing you.

This is fine as it is. You don't have to be responsible for me, and I don't have to feel guilty. Let's just say... we need each other."

"Then, your husband's side..."

"Don't mention him; I've long considered him dead. We only maintain a superficial relationship now because both sets of parents know each other, just to save face for everyone."

With that, Shen Qian felt much more relieved. It was fine as long as this woman wasn't a love-brain, but he still had to do the work of comforting her.

He gently rubbed the woman's head, wiped away the tear stains from the corners of her eyes, and gave her a deep kiss.

"Although there are things I can't give you, right now, I want to make you happy."

Their gazes met. Shen Qian had long ago mastered eyes that looked soulful even when staring at a dog. Consequently, the dormitory bed finally faced an impact it was never meant to endure once again.

"All gone?" Shen Qian looked at the empty little box, and the woman behind him hugged him.

"It's okay, I'll take the pill."

With almost no hesitation, Shen Qian began "doing his homework" again.

In the early morning, Ma Wanwan rubbed her head as she opened the dormitory door. But the moment she opened it, she felt the scent was off, until she saw the clothes scattered under the bed and those small wrappers.

She thought she hadn't sobered up yet, so she stepped back out to take another look.

After confirming it was indeed her dorm, she tiptoed into the room. A woman with slightly messy hair was lying on a man's chest. Although her hair was in the way, it wasn't hard to see that it was indeed Song Shulu.

And the man was precisely the Shen Qian she had met once before.

"Well-defined pecs, perfect abs..." While she was evaluating him in her mind, her gaze drifted downward. As she looked, her heart rate suddenly began to accelerate.

"That naughty girl! She kept saying 'no, no' before, but now she's eating so well!"

When her gaze shifted upward again, she met those soulful eyes.

"Teacher Ma, right? Staring at us like this isn't very good. Neither of us is wearing any clothes."

As Shen Qian spoke, he gently laid Song Shulu down and got up to put on his clothes.

"What... happened to her?"

"Oh, Shulu probably fainted because she was too excited."

"Fainted!"

"Teacher Ma, you don't need to worry. I'll clean this place up."

Ma Wanwan considered herself a relatively open-minded person, but at this moment, facing Shen Qian, she couldn't help but blush.

"Teacher Ma, why is your face red?"

"Can you put on your pants before talking to me?"

"Oh, so you're shy. You were looking quite intently just now when I didn't have my pants on."

"You brat, you actually dare to tease me? Careful, or I'll tell Shulu when she wakes up."

Shen Qian gave a bright smile unique to male college students.

"Sure, go ahead and tell her. But I have to say, Teacher, your figure is really good. You truly are a dance practitioner. I wonder if you can do some of those high-difficulty moves."

Ma Wanwan was no simple woman, but meeting a boy like this, she was actually a bit speechless. The other party's flirting was a bit too explicit, and his physical condition was indeed excellent—it was very attractive.

She adjusted herself slightly and gently patted her thigh.

"Naturally. See this leg? It can stretch to a height you can't even imagine. And it's very resilient; whether it's squatting or standing, it's much stronger than an average woman's."

Shen Qian didn't say anything more. He finished dressing, packed up the items from last night, put them in two extra layers of trash bags, and left.

As he was leaving, he looked at Ma Wanwan.

"Teacher Ma, if there's a chance, the three of us should exchange pointers together."

Watching Shen Qian leave, Ma Wanwan took another deep breath.

"How is this a naive student? He's clearly a walking Male Incubus."

Song Shulu didn't wake up until noon. Facing Ma Wanwan's smirking face, she was quite composed.

"When did you get back?"

"Early this morning. If I'd known, I wouldn't have come back so early. Maybe when you woke up, you could have been happy one more time."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"How was it?" Ma Wanwan suddenly leaned in and asked.

"How was what?"

"You're married; do I really need to be explicit?"

"I feel like I'm falling apart."

Ma Wanwan burst out laughing.

"Of course you're falling apart! You fainted, and you didn't even notice when I came back. It was that kid who noticed. At his age, he really knows how to use his strength on you!

I saw it—a whole box is gone. Just how hungry were you?!"

"I'll tear your mouth off!"

Song Shulu tried to get up, but her legs were weak, and she couldn't catch Ma Wanwan at all.

Shen Qian was in class when he suddenly received a transfer: twenty thousand yuan.

"I know you're not short on money, but I always want to give you something. Accept it; buy a few sets of clothes."

It was sent by Song Shulu. Shen Qian smiled slightly and clicked to receive the payment. Even though he was a billionaire now, this was money earned from being a scumbag—no point in not taking it.

After taking the money, he replied with another message.

"Love you."