Chapter 121: I Only Know the Wedding Night

"Brother Qian, you're pulling my hair... it hurts."

Hearing Nizi’s alluring murmur, Ren Qian quickly let go. He had perhaps been a bit too aggressive in his initial advances. He had been so teased and provoked that he couldn't help but lose his composure.

Still, the skin of his gentle, sweet girl was truly exquisite. After touching her, his hands felt as though they retained a lingering fragrance. Because he had used a bit too much force, faint imprints of his fingers were left upon her skin, looking like the marks of a soft whip—a sight that was incredibly provocative.

"Can we be a bit more intimate? Ten minutes simply isn't enough."

"Don't you dare act up, and no undoing my belt!"

Ren Qian nodded, planting a soft kiss on her collarbone before moving to her neck. He then pulled her loose, long-sleeved top down over her shoulders; the neckline had already been stretched wide by him, and he dragged it all the way down to her slender waist.

Nizi struggled, pulling the fabric back up to cover herself.

"I told you not to mess around, you..."

Before she could finish, Nizi found herself unable to speak at all, as Ren Qian had decisively covered her mouth with his own, exploring her at point-blank range.

And the object of his exploration was her.

Against Ren Qian’s "bossy CEO" persona, Nizi had the least amount of resistance. She squinted, feeling the slow, searing heat moving across her body, feeling her racing heartbeat, and feeling her mind go blank, filled only with that heat and the rhythm of her heart. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Once there is a first time, there will be a second.

She felt as if this was somehow more liberating, more comfortable. Even though moaning like this seemed improper, this was their own private space—what did it matter? Brother Qian wouldn't look down on her.

Unexpectedly, following that moan, Ren Qian seemed stimulated like a prowling wolf, his actions becoming even more intense.

"Nizi... call me 'good husband'..."

Seeing that Nizi was gradually warming up to the situation, Ren Qian began to guide her.

"Good husband... good husband... good husband... bad husband!"

This...

Looking at his nurse girl, half-clothed and disheveled, her crimson lips slightly parted as she repeated the word "husband," he felt nothing but pure excitement.

He was reminded of the erotic passages he had seen in *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio*—many were specific and raw, though he only remembered the line, "the maiden's first flush stains the mat."

Tonight, he wanted to experience that "first flush." No matter the legends of beautiful fox spirits or scenes of exquisite, intoxicating beauty, none compared to holding Nizi in his arms right now.

If only she were a little more proactive. But she always held firmly to her final line of defense, refusing to let Ren Qian cross the threshold. Light teasing was fine, but he was not allowed to launch a full-scale assault.

"Ten minutes, the ten minutes are up!"

Nizi began to struggle again. Ren Qian could only lament. What kind of insane persistence was this? He was burning with desire, and she was actually timing him.

"Nizi, there’s a saying: 'Big breasts, round hips, and wild in bed.' You should be a bit more open, a bit more proactive."

In an attempt to distract the nurse, he started spouting nonsense. But he didn't expect that this phrase was a common saying of Fat Xu's, which Nizi had heard before and remembered vividly. Now that it came out of Ren Qian's mouth, a competitive spirit sparked within her.

"What counts as being proactive? Cooperating with you?"

She flipped over, pinning Ren Qian down and wrapping her legs around his waist. Only then did Ren Qian realize that Nizi was flexible and clearly well-trained.

Another exciting piece of news—he could play with those legs all night without stopping.

Wait, if he kept playing like this, he might end up with kidney deficiency.

Whatever, he would cross that bridge when he came to it; if his kidneys grew weak, he could always nourish them later.

"Brother Qian, do you want to?"

"No, I won't give it to you..."

...

"Which hand do you want to use? Only one hand, mind you."

...

"Can you blindfold your eyes? Let's do it again, okay? Mmph... be gentle..."

Ren Qian felt incredible, but the only fly in the ointment was that no matter how hard he tried, Nizi refused to let him reach the main course. After going back and forth many times, his efforts ultimately ended in vain.

"Nizi, can you just relax? I’ll just rub against you, I won't go inside..."

A man’s most common lie, which most girls would easily believe.

But the nurse was decisive; she stood up and walked away.

She even threw a generous parting remark over her shoulder:

"You’ve had your fill of 'tofu' for thirty minutes, and I even did the 'wild in bed' part—and you're still not satisfied! Do you even know what it means to be content?"

Ren Qian: "..."

What kind of contentment was that? One could only be content after being truly full. Besides, usually, it was "after being well-fed and warm, one’s desires arise"—where was the contentment in that?

"What does 'contentment' even mean? That's such an obscure idiom; I've never heard of it. I only know that on a wedding night, 'an inch of time is worth a thousand gold,' and 'a single branch of pear blossoms presses against the crabapple tree'..."

Ren Qian began to play dumb.

"Get! Lost!"

The door slammed shut and was locked from the inside.

"Nizi, open the door. I promise I won't do anything bad... can't I just hold you and sleep?"

"No."

Nizi dove under the covers, changed out of her wrinkled, distorted clothes, and hid in the warmth. She felt that she couldn't indulge Brother Qian anymore tonight... things had already reached such a point that if they continued, she would surely lose her stronghold.

Ren Qian looked helpless.

Cruelty was defined as having your desires stoked to the limit, only to be locked out of the room, left to face the boundless emptiness and loneliness of the dark night alone.

He knew that with the nurse's personality, she was determined to guard her final line of defense.

However, today’s events were a good sign; at the very least, it was a precursor to her eventual surrender.

Just wait, Nizi. When the time comes, Brother will surely train you well.

"Don't be too impatient... I'll take good care of you."

Ren Qian patted his "little brother," then ducked into the bathroom to cool off with some cold water. After reciting a few mantras to clear his mind, he finally laid down on the bed and drifted off to sleep.

The spring night was deep and sweet.

The next day, as usual, he went to Jiangnan TV to supervise the preparations for the singers' next round of competition.

In the previous round, Jin Zhiwen had unfortunately failed his challenge.

The remaining lineup still included Huang Guanzhong and several other singers; this was the fifth round.

Ren Qian hadn't actually thought much about how many episodes this would run for. For Jiangnan Satellite TV, they never wanted the show to end because the money was rolling in too fast. But for Ren Qian, his reputation had already been solidified in the first four rounds.

In other words, the show’s value to him was now negligible, serving only to make him some extra money.

Based on this, he now wanted to focus entirely on Murong Xue’s first album, using all his strength to test the depth of the domestic market.

If this album failed to meet expectations, he would have to acknowledge the industry’s "iron rule"—the domestic record market had a ceiling of 25 million copies. Even if you were a god of song, in this era, you could only reach that peak.

25 million was a huge profit for a superstar, but for Ren Qian, who had only been in the industry for two years, it wasn't an honor—it was a handle for others to criticize him.

Wan Feng, or even the Mars Entertainment company behind him, might issue statements to slander him. Even if Ren Qian was thick-skinned enough to remain in the entertainment industry, this failed gamble would likely be written into his resume. Every time someone mentioned him, they would think: "Oh, so Ren Qian had that dark history..."

Ren Qian did not want such a stain on his record. He would give his all to erase this baseless mark!