65: The older sister's dimensional reduction attack

Wang Fugui stood with his mouth agape, his mind a total blank. Those fragmented noises that had tortured him all night finally pieced together at this moment into a complete, vivid picture... a scene of two women embracing.

The sunlight grew increasingly glaring, projecting precisely onto Lin Xiaocao's eyelids.

The warmth and amazing elasticity in her arms made her feel incredibly satisfied even in her dreams. This pillow was so comfortable, soft, and fragrant. She instinctively moved her fingers and even gave it a gentle squeeze.

Wait, something was wrong! This texture... this was definitely not a pillow!

Lin Xiaocao's eyelashes fluttered violently, and she suddenly snapped her eyes open.

What met her eyes wasn't the familiar, sweat-scented pillowcase, but a patch of silky pink pajama fabric and a charming, smiling face right in front of her.

Chen Yun had been awake for a long time.

She just lay there quietly, leisurely admiring the sleeping face of this "little wildcat" in her arms, feeling that small hand making trouble on her chest, a playful curve blooming at the corners of her lips.

“Ah!”

With a scream suppressed to the extreme, Lin Xiaocao catapulted up as if she had been electrocuted.

She scrambled backward using both hands and feet, but forgot she was at the edge of the bed. Because her movement was too large, she instantly lost her balance and fell straight toward the floor.

“Careful!”

Wang Fugui didn't have time to think; his physical instinct had already driven him to pounce over.

Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, his strong, powerful arms caught the falling Lin Xiaocao around the waist in mid-air.

The posture instantly became incredibly ambiguous.

Wang Fugui's face was almost pressed against Lin Xiaocao's back, his solid chest tight against her, his hands firmly encircling that slender waist. His nose was filled with the unique, sweet milky scent of a young Girl.

Lin Xiaocao's body went completely stiff. From the soles of her feet to the top of her head, every inch of her skin flushed with a layer of shameful anger. She scrambled out of Wang Fugui's embrace, and after steadying herself, her face turned bright red as she pointed a trembling finger at the culprit on the bed.

“You... you're shameless!”

Her accusation, fueled by embarrassment and anger, carried a hint of a sob.

Chen Yun was completely unaffected. She sat up slowly, letting the thin bedsheet slide off her shoulders to reveal a patch of fair skin and delicate collarbones. She leaned lazily against the headboard, her movements elegant and detached.

“Little sister, last night you were the one clinging to me like an octopus, refusing to let go.”

She extended a finger and tapped a clear red mark on her collarbone—it was a mark from being pressed upon, but at this moment, it became the most fatal piece of evidence.

“Your hands were quite restless, too.”

Chen Yun's gaze slid slowly from Lin Xiaocao's flushed face down to her chest, which looked even flatter in the oversized T-shirt, and finally back to her eyes that were about to spit fire.

She let out a soft chuckle, every word carrying a lethal piercing power.

“But Big Sister doesn't blame you. After all, one naturally wants to supplement what they lack.”

She paused for a moment to let the sense of humiliation fully ferment before delivering the final blow in a tone filled with 'concern.'

“How did it feel? Was it much better than your own?”

Boom!

Lin Xiaocao's brain completely exploded into a blank slate.

Those blurry dreams from last night, like kneading dough, instantly became incredibly clear. Humiliation, anger, shame... all these emotions gathered into a stream of lava, churning in her chest, almost burning her entire being to ashes.

She wanted to retort, but she was so guilty she couldn't utter a single word.

She spun around abruptly and saw the man next to her, who looked completely out of the loop with innocence written all over his eyes.

The source of everything was him!

“What are you looking at! It's all because of you, you bane of my existence!”

Her rage found an outlet. Lin Xiaocao raised her foot and, with all her strength, stomped hard on Wang Fugui's instep.

“Hiss~”

Wang Fugui gasped in pain, but could only watch helplessly as Lin Xiaocao grabbed her clothes and rushed out of the dormitory without looking back.

He rubbed his aching foot and looked at the woman on the bed who was laughing so hard she was shaking. He felt his head throbbing.

Life really couldn't go on like this.

To ease the damn atmosphere, Wang Fugui limped over to cook breakfast.

White porridge, salted vegetables, and the half-plate of scrambled eggs left over from yesterday.

When Lin Xiaocao returned with a dark face, the three of them sat around the small square table again. The atmosphere was so oppressive it felt like it could drip water.

Just as Wang Fugui was preparing to serve himself some porridge, a fair hand holding a clean porcelain bowl stretched out.

It was Chen Yun.

Almost at the same time, another slightly smaller hand also reached out with a bowl.

It was Lin Xiaocao.

The two bowls met in the air in front of Wang Fugui, neither side willing to back down.

“Fugui, use mine,” Chen Yun said softly.

“Use mine! I washed it clean!” Lin Xiaocao gritted her teeth, refusing to be outdone.

Wang Fugui looked at one and then the other, feeling like he wasn't eating a meal but undergoing a spiritual trial.

In the end, Chen Yun was a step ahead.

Taking advantage of her height, she leaned forward slightly, using her mature, curvaceous figure to inadvertently nudge Lin Xiaocao aside. She successfully occupied the most advantageous position by Wang Fugui's side and thrust the bowl into his hand.

“Fugui, you've worked hard. Eat more.”

Her breath brushed past Wang Fugui's ear, faint and lingering.

Lin Xiaocao stood to the side, clutching her bowl, trembling with rage.

This breakfast was heart-stoppingly tense.

Finally, it was time for work, and the three of them prepared to head out.

Wang Fugui was the first to step out the door. Lin Xiaocao, holding her breath, immediately tried to follow; today, she was determined to walk by Wang Fugui's side.

However, a soft arm suddenly wrapped around her own.

Chen Yun smilingly hooked her arm, her posture as intimate as a sister's.

“Little sister, let's walk together so you don't get lost.”

Lin Xiaocao was forcibly held by her and couldn't move. She could only watch as Wang Fugui walked ahead while she and this fox spirit followed behind side-by-side, so angry she almost crushed her teeth... Meanwhile, at the gate of the electronics factory.

Two men in black suits with buzz cuts were standing by the guardroom, looking completely out of place among the workers in their uniforms.

One of the men took a photo from his pocket and handed it to the dozing old security guard.

“Master Craftsman, sorry to bother you, but have you seen the Girl in this photo?”

The old security guard took the photo and adjusted his reading glasses.

The photo showed a Girl with bright eyes, white teeth, and a noble temperament, wearing an exquisite white dress. She was so beautiful she didn't look real. It was exactly Lin Xiaocao's female appearance.

The old security guard studied it for a long time and shook his head.

“Never seen her, never seen her. Everyone in our factory is here to work; where would we get such a pretty Girl?”

The two men in black exchanged looks and took back the photo. Their faces showed some disappointment, but they didn't leave. Instead, they continued to linger at the gate, their eyes alertly scanning everyone entering and leaving.

Inside the factory area, Wang Fugui and the other two finally reached the fork leading to the production workshop.

Along the way, everywhere they went, all eyes were glued to them, and whispers merged into an undercurrent.

“Look! It's Wang Fugui and Supervisor Chen... and that Lin Xiaocao!”

“Oh my god, they really came out of the dormitory together! The rumors are true!”

“One dormitory, two men and one woman? Good heavens, that's quite a wild way to play...”

“What do you mean two men and one woman? I heard Supervisor Chen moved in with Wang Fugui to hide from her gambling-addict husband. Wang Fugui is protecting her!”

“So it's a hero saving the beauty? But what's the deal with that Lin Xiaocao? A third wheel?”

Various versions of gossip fermented wildly, unscrupulously drilling into the ears of the three.

Wang Fugui only felt his head buzzing, wishing he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.