Chapter 178: Chapter 42 Yang Xintian: Impossible, how could I possibly fall for Uncle Sun?_2
Xiang Zixuan’s words led to a sudden realization.
So, I’m actually a natural beauty? Have I been mistaken all this time? Makeup isn’t for looking pretty, it’s for concealing flaws?
"I had no idea about any of this before," she said, feigning distress. "Zixuan, I’ll have to learn more from a talented woman like you in the future."
"Of course! Anything you don’t understand, you can always ask me." Xiang Zixuan felt a pang of self-reproach. She hadn’t noticed her friend’s strange habit, either.
After ending the video call, she forgot herself and joyfully leaped onto Sun Dasheng.
"Uncle Sun, it’s all thanks to you! Otherwise, I never would have known I was a natural beauty."
Sun Dasheng chuckled as he held her, pinching her tender little face. "It’s not too late to find out."
It felt so nice!
She should have pulled away, but for some reason, she had no desire to. She let his large hands pinch her cheeks, finding the sensation quite soothing.
After snuggling in his arms for a while, she climbed up, stared at his belt, and said, "Uncle Sun, I think I still owe you one."
"Owe me what?" Sun Dasheng asked, confused.
At that moment, her little hand was already in motion, undoing his belt.
...
This time felt so strange. Yang Xintian sensed this was completely different from before. Previously, she was just going through the motions; her heart had been completely unmoved. This time, however, her heart thumped much faster than usual. She felt numb and weak all over.
"What’s wrong? Are you okay?" Sun Dasheng lifted her from the floor.
Limp in his arms, Yang Xintian said in a weak voice, "Uncle Sun, am I really sick?"
"If you’re not feeling well, you should get some rest." With those words, he carried her back to her room and placed her on the bed.
...
「Back home.」
Sun Dasheng sat on the sofa, looking at the system interface. Yang Xintian’s Bond Value still wasn’t 60, so she couldn’t be added to the Supporting Character list yet.
However, he still had his gains. The sixth supporting character, Jiang Ziyan. After he resolved her family’s problems, her Bond Value had finally reached 60.
Supporting Character: Jiang Ziyan
Occupation: Assistant Manager (Gym)
Bond Value: 62
Should I separate her work from Xiang Yiren’s? Let her manage something on her own. That would help her contribute more experience points.
「That evening.」
The two women returned together, laughing and chatting.
"Why are you back so late today?" Sun Dasheng asked.
"Darling, we went to the beauty salon for some treatments," Xiang Yiren quickly explained. "Zi Yan and I aren’t getting any younger. Once you’re past twenty-five, your skin isn’t what it used to be. If we don’t take good care of it and end up as old spinsters, what if you stop liking us?"
Great, so now it’s my fault?
Jiang Ziyan cheerfully wrapped her arm around his. "Sister Yiren is just venting. A young client called her ’Big Sis’ today, and it upset her."
So that was it. No wonder the usually good-tempered Xiang Yiren was off today; it seemed her pride had been wounded.
He hugged her with his other arm and laughed. "What’s there to be angry about? No woman stays eighteen forever, but there will always be eighteen-year-old women. If this makes you upset, you’ll have plenty more to be angry about in the future."
"See, Zi Yan? I told you he only likes them young and pretty," Xiang Yiren retorted unhappily. "We sisters had better build our own nest eggs, so we don’t end up having to beg without even a bowl to our names."
"GIGGLE..." Her words made Jiang Ziyan laugh heartily.
Sun Dasheng gave her bottom a pat. "If you keep up this sour talk, you’ll be facing some family discipline."
To his surprise, she wasn’t scared at all. Instead, she presented her rear, making it easier for him to spank her. "If you have the heart, then hit me as hard as you can. Let’s just see who’s the one with a broken heart when I get hurt."
That left him unable to follow through. He turned his head to ask Jiang Ziyan on his other side, "How was the beauty salon you went to today?"
Jiang Ziyan was a bit surprised by his interest but answered, "It was quite nice. The prices are high, but you get what you pay for."
"Oh, how’s their business?" Sun Dasheng asked.
"I’m not too sure. You should ask Sister Yiren, she’s the regular there," Jiang Ziyan deferred to Xiang Yiren.
Sun Dasheng looked at her, but she was still sulking.
Heh... throwing a little tantrum for me. Looks like if I don’t lay down the law, she’ll tear the whole house down.
"Zi Yan, go get the ’toys’ from Sister Yiren’s room. I’m going to administer some family discipline and show her who the master of this house is," Sun Dasheng instructed.
Jiang Ziyan glanced at Sister Yiren, then obediently went upstairs to fetch the props. She brought the items down a moment later.
"Come, tie up Sister Yiren’s hands and feet," Sun Dasheng ordered from the side.
Jiang Ziyan dutifully did as she was told, then looked at Sister Yiren with sympathy. My dear sister, why did you have to go and make Brother Sun angry?
She stepped back as Sun Dasheng picked up a small leather whip and began flicking it against Sister Yiren. The strikes looked forceful, but the whip landed very lightly on her skin. The sensation wasn’t painful, just a tickle that made her blush.
Jiang Ziyan couldn’t bear to watch the scene that followed. The words "family discipline" took on a whole new, crystal-clear meaning for her.
No matter what, I have to experience this thrilling ’family discipline’ for myself one day.
When the "family discipline" was over, Xiang Yiren was radiant. As Jiang Ziyan untied her hands, she rolled her eyes at her.
"Sister Yiren, why are you looking at me like that? Brother Sun told me to do it; it’s not like I could disobey him, could I? Besides, you seemed to enjoy his family discipline. I kind of want to try it myself."
Xiang Yiren suddenly burst out laughing. She tapped Jiang Ziyan’s forehead with a finger. "You little minx."
While Sun Dasheng was putting the props away, Jiang Ziyan whispered, "Sister Yiren, have you noticed? After... you know... with Brother Sun, your face seems a little younger. The effect is even better than the facial we got at the beauty salon."
"Really?" Xiang Yiren touched her own face. It did seem a bit smoother, but she couldn’t be sure of the cause.
"No wonder you once said that for a woman to stay youthful, she absolutely needs a man. I thought you were just trying to trick me, but now I see there’s really some truth to it."
"Of course," Xiang Yiren said as she dressed. "Would your big sis lie to you?"
In truth, she had just been spouting nonsense. What did she know about any of that? But looking at things now, maybe those careless words were actually true?
She kept a smile on her face. After getting dressed, she patted Jiang Ziyan’s generous bottom. "Hurry up and go. Don’t keep your Brother Sun waiting."
As the woman who had been with Sun Dasheng the longest, she knew that little bit of exercise was just an appetizer. For him, it was merely a warm-up; the main course hadn’t even been served.
"I know, Sister Yiren," Jiang Ziyan replied obediently.
Before long, loud cries echoed from upstairs.
Xiang Yiren tutted. "That little minx... her moaning is getting better and better."
Then she tidied up the mess they had made.
At midnight, Jiang Ziyan left Sun Dasheng’s room, clutching her lower back. Instead of returning to her own bedroom, she went to Xiang Yiren’s room for a comforting hug. "He’s just so rough. He doesn’t know the first thing about being gentle."
Xiang Yiren massaged her lower back for her.
"It’s not Brother Sun’s fault," Jiang Ziyan said weakly, lying facedown. "I was a willing participant."
Her bottom received a slap in response. "And you’re already defending him."
"Ouch! Sister Yiren, I’m already like this and you’re still hitting me," she pouted.
"I’m hitting you to teach you a lesson. Don’t just endure it. If you can’t take it, you have to tell him. Don’t let him ruin your body. If you won’t cherish your own body, do you expect me to do it for you?"
Xiang Yiren’s words left her silent for a moment. Finally, she said, "Thank you, Sister Yiren. I won’t be like that again."
After a few more minutes of massage, the two fell asleep in each other’s arms. Xiang Yiren habitually rested a hand on the other woman’s ample rear. It felt wonderful.
Just as they were drifting off, Jiang Ziyan suddenly spoke. "Sister Yiren, Brother Sun told me something earlier."