157: Chapter 157 Plastic Sisterhood

As Liu Jing spoke, she kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed. Leaning against the headboard, she wrapped her arms around Han Jingyang's neck and continued to feed him water.

She was also dressed quite lightly.

Although not as alluring as Shi Xiaoya, she wore short clothes and shorts, fully displaying her smooth, long legs and slender waist.

Han Jingyang felt completely numb.

What was this? A battlefield of love. A textbook definition of one.

A scene he hadn't even dreamed of was actually happening in reality.

However, it was also truly exciting.

One on the left, one on the right.

One hiding under the covers pretending not to exist. One leaning against the headboard, striving to make her presence known.

This experience could be described in one word: incredible! In two words: exciting!

For a man, to have such an experience even once in a lifetime would make any amount of suffering worthwhile.

Han Jingyang took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He stretched out his left arm to rest on Liu Jing's shoulder, while simultaneously reaching his right hand under the covers to grope around until he found Shi Xiaoya's hand and gently held it.

Feeling the completely different sensations from his palms, he felt as if his life had been sublimated.

This was truly a life worth living.

Ex-girlfriends? To hell with them. I don't care about them.

Now I have one in each arm, and they are both beautiful, have great figures, are stunning, and can even fight.

And they're both throwing themselves at me. Hmph.

The future? We'll deal with the future when it comes. I can barely cherish what's right in front of me, so how could I have the energy to worry about what's ahead?

Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing were both well aware of each other's presence. Being held by Han Jingyang like this, they were both stunned.

The two had always thought Han Jingyang was relatively passive when it came to relationships, and they never expected him to actually perform a "one in each arm" scene on the spot.

Consequently, both of them froze. Han Jingyang, however, didn't care about that; he fell into a deep sleep with one in each arm. He slept very soundly.

When he woke up, it was already broad daylight. He sat up and looked left and right, but there was nothing there.

He sniffed his palms and found a lingering fragrance. It wasn't a dream.

Sigh, why did I have to fall asleep? If I hadn't fallen asleep, how happy would that have been?

At this moment, Shi Xiaoya pushed the door open and came in: "Master, you're awake. Are you getting up, or are you going to sleep a little longer? Or should I bring you some mouthwash and serve you while you wash up and eat?"

Han Jingyang raised an eyebrow. What does this little woman mean? Has she also learned to be passive-aggressive?

Heh, if she dares to be passive-aggressive now, she'll dare to make me stop breathing later. Can't let her get away with this habit!

While lost in these wild thoughts, he chuckled and said: "I wouldn't dare trouble you. I'm getting up, I'm getting up. Where is this?"

"My place."

"Oh, the house you bought."

"Is it pretty?"

"Quite pretty," Han Jingyang nodded.

It was indeed pretty. It wasn't spacious, but it was very cozy. The decor was fresh and elegant, the mattress was of medium firmness, and the lighting and ventilation were both good.

Even the distribution of Qi was quite good. Although it lacked the enhancement of a Feng Shui formation, it was gentle and mild, with elements of containment and flow. It was the optimal state for a natural environment, very close to nature, and very suitable for living.

Han Jingyang got up, washed up, and went to the living room, where Liu Jing was playing on her phone as if nothing had happened.

Shi Xiaoya was busy in the kitchen, and a moment later, she brought out a serving of Zha Jiang Mian, a serving of cold-tossed beef, and a serving of stir-fried vegetable hearts.

Han Jingyang didn't stand on ceremony either. He was hungry. He hadn't eaten last night, only drank two glasses of water in the middle of the night.

After eating his fill, he put down his bowl and chopsticks. Shi Xiaoya handed him a napkin, and Liu Jing brought over a glass of warm water.

What does this mean? Making me choose? Only children make choices; adults want it all.

Han Jingyang tilted his head back, first letting Shi Xiaoya wipe his mouth clean. Then he turned to Liu Jing's side and let her feed him two sips of water. Then he let out a satisfied sigh.

With a life like this, what more could one ask for?

Liu Jing rolled her eyes. Shi Xiaoya, however, said coquettishly: "Master, are you satisfied with the service from us sisters?"

"Satisfied."

"Please give us a good review."

"Sure, sure, a five-star review."

"Master, is there a tip?"

"Yes, everything Master has is yours."

Shi Xiaoya blinked: "Master, shall this concubine give you a massage?"

"Sure, come on."

Han Jingyang's comfort only lasted for a few seconds before he let out a heaven-shaking scream.

Half an hour later, Han Jingyang rubbed his aching muscles and complained: "You two are truly ruthless. Couldn't you have been a bit gentler?"

Shi Xiaoya proudly lifted her neck: "That's for treating us like... Hmph, if there's a next time, we sisters will work together to chop you off!"

Liu Jing nodded along, her expression fierce.

Is this the two sisters who were like fire and water planning to be in cahoots?

It seems this blessing of having multiple women is not so easy to enjoy; one needs a tough fate. If one's fate isn't tough enough, it's easy to get "cleaved."

After breakfast, he still felt a bit dizzy. Han Jingyang rubbed his temples and returned to the bedroom, intending to sleep a little longer.

In a daze, he saw Shi Xiaoya push the door open and come in, asking softly: "Boss, does it still hurt? Let me rub it for you. I'm sorry, I was a bit too rough just now."

Han Jingyang instantly sobered up. What is this situation? First force, then courtesy? Or hitting with a stick and giving a sweet date?

However, if there's a sweet date, one should still eat it. Han Jingyang nodded.

Shi Xiaoya walked gracefully to Han Jingyang's side, took off her shoes, got on the bed, knelt beside Han Jingyang, and gently kneaded Han Jingyang's arm to massage it.

Must say, her technique was actually quite good. Han Jingyang closed his eyes comfortably. Not bad, not bad.

He had only enjoyed it for about ten minutes when the door opened again, and Liu Jing rushed in with a box of safflower oil: "Boss, I went downstairs specifically to buy—"

Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing met eyes and were speechless. The atmosphere was as awkward as it could be.

Han Jingyang, however, laughed secretly. What is plastic sisterhood? This is it.

Just formed an alliance, and in the blink of an eye, it fell apart. Hilarious. But it was perfect for him to reap the rewards. Life is good.

Han Jingyang's good days returned because of Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya's "feud." The two little women tried every way to serve him. He could also enjoy the open and secret fighting between two great beauties. It was too much fun.

Han Jingyang's good days didn't last long. Just two days later, when his muscles had just returned to normal, he received bad news. It was from Zhou Jianjun.

"Little Master Han, Wang Jinliang and his wife are dead."

Han Jingyang was stunned: "Really?"

"Yes, last night. The state of their deaths was extremely gruesome."

"Did you call the police?"

"Yes, but there are no leads, because the old couple's doors and windows were locked tight. Looking at the surveillance, there were no traces of outsiders entering or leaving, and everything was normal, but the old couple didn't look like they committed suicide."

Han Jingyang subconsciously associated this with Wang Wei's case. It was the same. A locked-room death case. Doors and windows locked tight, but the deceased died in an extremely gruesome state.

How gruesome? Han Jingyang didn't really want to know. If he wanted to know one day, he could just ask Zhang Zhiyang. Zhang Zhiyang definitely had more detailed and professional text and image files on his end.

Therefore, he asked back: "Does this matter have anything to do with me?"

"No, I... I just wanted to let you know."

"I see," Han Jingyang hesitated for a moment: "Don't get involved in this. Act as if nothing happened. Of course, handle the funeral arrangements, but don't touch anything else, and definitely don't touch anything in the house."

Zhou Jianjun was shocked: "Is there danger?"

Han Jingyang gave an "uh-huh": "Tell me if there are any other situations."

"What about the project in the village?"

"That won't be affected. Continue construction. Since I accepted this job, I will be responsible for it until the end. If any Yin-Yang Master or Feng Shui Master comes to cause trouble, give them my name. If they continue to be unreasonable and pester you, call me."