Chapter 120: Done in Just Ten Minutes?

It was not that Ren Qian was sentimental; it was simply that Ni Zi’s words were too heartwarming. A man often encourages himself not to show weakness, but sometimes, he craves an embrace even more.

Although Ren Qian was currently basking in infinite glory, what about the future? In the entertainment industry, where people rely on their youth, rise and fall are common. Some, once they vanish from the spotlight, never find a way to make a comeback. Moreover, the pace of celebrity turnover in the industry would only accelerate, and the public’s aesthetic standards would grow increasingly demanding. Ren Qian was undeniably talented, but wouldn't that talent one day run dry? Would his style not eventually become tiresome? Could he survive solely on nostalgia? It seemed unlikely.

Ni Zi had considered all these questions and made a resolute decision: to abandon her current comfortable life, join Gunshi, start from the very bottom, and slowly transform into a capable, powerful woman—much like that diva aunt of his. Risks needed to be mitigated in advance; her man should enjoy infinite glory in his youth and live with grace and composure in his old age. Of course, she kept these thoughts to herself, never revealing them to Ren Qian.

Therefore, Ren Qian remained unaware. He assumed Ni Zi simply disliked someone, and since Fatty Xu appeared to be the hot-tempered, tomboyish type, he figured the two had clashed.

"If you dislike Fatty Xu so much, don't go. Your brother will work even harder from now on to save money for our retirement—I can't have my Ni Zi suffering grievances over there." Ren Qian took the opportunity to pull the nurse into his arms, resting a hand on the skin of her back.

The mere touch set his blood racing, yet he dared not move recklessly. Though she was dressed lightly and did not resist his intimacy, even a rose leaf has thorns.

"Exactly! Our personalities clash; we fight the moment we see each other."

Ren Qian: "Everything should be handled with harmony..."

"She steals my dad, and then she steals my husband. How can I tolerate that? The thought that that woman might have to split the family fortune with me in the future makes me even angrier!" The nurse looked indignant, her puffed-up cheeks adorable, yet her words were full of gunpowder. She was a total powder keg; it seemed Fatty Xu had truly enraged her.

"Calm down. My point is, you could try reverse thinking. Look, you’ve already snatched her father away, and you’ve snatched her husband away. Maybe you'll even end up with her family fortune later..."

The nurse: "..."

"Let me sing you a song."

The nurse pursed her red lips at his words, her dimples as alluring as ever. Ren Qian felt he could spend a lifetime just playing with those dimples, not to mention her snowy peaks, long legs, and shapely hips... He began to look forward to a shameless, unrestrained married life.

Distracted, Ren Qian walked to the piano, opened the lid, and placed his ten fingers on the keys. He began the prelude at a dazzling speed, as intense as a summer rainstorm. Each note struck like rain against tiles or glass, as if one were standing beneath a waterfall, feeling the grandeur of nature. The nurse closed her eyes to listen, as if she could hear the very flavor of passionate love. She couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips, her dimples deepening.

Ren Qian smiled knowingly. A breeze through the trees is nothing compared to the sight of your smile.

*‘Without a promise, yet you hold me tighter.*
*Without you, the rain in my world never stops.*
*I’ve spent my whole life trying to forget you,*
*But memories, memories, memories!*
*Jump out from my heart to embrace you!*
*A special love for a special you,*
*My loneliness cannot escape your eyes.*
*A special love for a special you,*
*You make me believe in myself less and less.’*

The melody was catchy, light, and lively. The expression of emotion was so direct and intense—a special love for a special you! It was the most sincere confession between lovers, fiery and scorching, leaving one unable to stop.

The nurse looked at Ren Qian with tender affection, swaying slowly to the rhythm. From "It Doesn't Seem Real" to "Contentment," to "Dimpled Smile," and now to "A Special Love for a Special Person"—from their mutual feelings to the hazy affection before they declared their love, to the difficult times they had weathered together, and finally to their current blissful life. Their love might not have been earth-shattering, but it was enough to make millions envious. And that was enough.

"Let me teach you to sing—follow me: A special love, for a special you! You make me believe in myself less and less..."

Ren Qian pulled Ni Zi to his side, letting her lean over the piano as they sang together. But unexpectedly, his unintentional actions bore fruit. Because Ni Zi wasn't wearing proper clothing at home, her posture exposed a fair stretch of skin, causing Ren Qian’s fingers to lose their rhythm entirely.

"What are you looking at?" Ni Zi smiled enchantingly, her shoulders slightly hunched, the loose long sleeves accentuating the curves of her chest. It seemed... she was only wearing a thin long-sleeved shirt!

My god. Ren Qian swallowed hard.

Ren Qian had seen many beauties lately, many of whom were quite revealing. Television station staff would often intentionally or unintentionally have wardrobe malfunctions in front of him, and young actresses at Gunshi would even flirtatiously lift their skirts. Yet he had remained unmoved—a point he took pride in. However, in front of the nurse, he had absolutely no resistance.

Every look and smile of hers, every glimpse of skin, acted like a drug to him, causing an adrenaline spike and triggering his primal instinct to pass on his genes. At this moment, Ni Zi was draped over the piano like a car model posing on a luxury vehicle—scantily clad, graceful, and provocative. Her stunning long legs, suffocating 36D figure, fiery red lips, and charming dimples—every detail was enough to make a man's blood boil.

"Brother Qian... tonight..."

Was he to pluck the fruit? Ren Qian lunged forward instantly, pulling the warm, fragrant body into his arms, pressing her onto the sofa. Ni Zi closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering, a flush spreading across her cheeks and down her snowy neck. He had coveted this for too long! Every inch of her skin felt the heat of his palms.

"Be gentle..."

But how could he listen? He wanted to merge her into his very being.

"You are so beautiful, Ni Zi. Everything about you is so wonderful. Let me love you properly..."

Ni Zi didn't speak, clutching the oversized sleeves that had been pulled out of shape by Ren Qian—the neckline was completely distorted. Girls usually didn't wear that at home, but it had turned out to be the gain of a rascal like Ren Qian.

...

"Ten minutes are up!"

Just as Ren Qian was about to continue his exploration, Ni Zi suddenly pushed him away. Though he tried to suppress her, he was still forced back.

"Only ten minutes!" The nurse pulled her sleeve back up, looking dead serious.

Ren Qian: "..."

My dear, you've set me on fire, and now you're calling a halt? How could he give up? Today, no matter what, he was going to taste the swan meat—not just taste it, but seven times over. No, all night long!

"Don't you want to see our children in advance? They're already clamoring to meet you..." Ren Qian’s smile was three parts lecherous and seven parts wicked as he lunged forward to embrace her once more. As the saying goes, whether you're dressed to the nines as a patron or a groom, a forceful lover is a groom all the same.