Chapter 125: Murong Xue, are you serious?

"Nizi, are you starting to wind down?"

Ren Qian was on the phone with the nurse. He sat bolt upright, meticulous and unflinching, giving his undivided attention to their long-distance chat.

"Starting to, yes. I'm getting ready to take a bath."

The other end was quiet and serene. Ren Qian knew she was at the villa—a sprawling estate where Aunt Feifei and his future father-in-law lived on the second floor, with the nanny's quarters downstairs. The nurse resided in the third-floor "Princess Room," originally intended by his future in-laws as a bridal chamber for Ren Qian and Wen Run, but now reserved for their granddaughter. Or, in this case, the nurse.

At the mention of a bath, Ren Qian felt an immediate surge of excitement.

"A bath, you say... tsk tsk. Can we have a live broadcast?"

The nurse replied, "No. But we can video chat, and I'll give you a surprise."

*Wow... a surprise.* Ren Qian loved surprises. His imagination ran wild, bordering on the obsessive. Ever since they had crossed the first line of defense, the nurse had become much bolder. Would she try something stimulating this time? If he opened the video chat, would he find a stunning beauty wearing nothing but a small bodice, her curves like snow-capped peaks?

*Requesting video chat.*

*Accept.*

The screen shifted. He saw a sky full of stars, the endless night, and the shimmering lights of high-rise buildings in the distance.

Ren Qian: "..."

*So much for the surprise. Is she seriously just showing me the starry night?*

Sure enough... the nurse let out a playful, triumphant giggle.

"Let me look at you, Nizi. Have you grown haggard from a busy day? Don't make your brother worry..."

"I'm fine, I'm fine. If you want to see me, I'll send you photos. Tonight, let's just enjoy the beautiful scenery together. They say the two greatest joys in life are a fine time and a beautiful view. Don't you think the moon is round tonight? These stars... there's such a quiet beauty to it. It makes one marvel at the insignificance of life..."

Ren Qian: "..."

*That sounds like my style. How speechless.* Ren Qian listened half-heartedly, his interest waning.

"Alright, I have to take my bath now and get to sleep early. Goodnight, see you tomorrow, dear."

Ren Qian: "..."

He was left speechless, his words caught in his throat.

"Brother Qian, what are you sighing about?"

Suddenly, a wave of fragrance washed over him, hitting Ren Qian in the face. He looked up, his gaze falling squarely upon... well... *thou shalt not covet.* *Thou shalt not act.* But his eyes couldn't help but linger. She seemed even more developed than Nizi.

*Good grief, why do I have such vulgar thoughts? Vulgar, absolutely unbearable!*

Ren Qian composed himself and stood up to walk toward the water dispenser.

"According to biological principles, one should drink a glass of warm water after a bath. It improves the skin and maintains the activity of protein-silver factors in the body. You won't be as thirsty on your way home later."

In truth, the last sentence was the point. It was a hint that Murong Xue should be heading home.

"Could you let my hair dry for a bit?"

"I'll go get the hair dryer for you..."

"No, hair dryers are bad for hair... I want to let it air dry."

With that, Murong Xue sat cross-legged on the sofa, tossing her hair. When a tomboy tosses her hair, it’s like a wild dog shaking off water, but when a beauty does it, it’s as graceful as the slightest movement of Xi Shi. It was filled with infinite charm.

Ren Qian loved watching Nizi after her baths, wearing her little nightdress as she dried her hair. Occasionally, a glimpse of something more would slip through, giving him an inexplicable rush. It was a strange, subtle thrill—that kind of "so close yet so far" ambiguity that only those who have experienced it can truly appreciate.

Murong Xue was wilder than the nurse. She was draped in nothing but a white bath towel, yet she dared to flaunt herself in front of Ren Qian. *Amitabha.*

As a seasoned veteran who understood the art of appreciation, even a mere glance was enough for Ren Qian to conjure up all sorts of improper images the moment he turned his head away. *Pathetic.*

*Ding-ding...*

His phone rang. Ren Qian turned away from Murong Xue, opening the message with three parts anticipation and seven parts lust.

The nurse had sent him a picture. Wearing a golden bathrobe, standing in a fairytale-style bathtub, she stood proudly like an elegant swan. The silk-smooth robe covered much, but it clung to every curve—the peaks, the valleys, the hollows—a heart-pounding sight that made him swallow hard.

*Is the nurse being a bit too... understanding?* He felt an instant surge of adrenaline.

"Nizi, you really are a temptress. One day, I’m going to carry you off to bed!"

"Brother Qian, what are you doing?"

He didn't know when Murong Xue had leaned in; her entire body was pressed against his back. The softness seeped into his mind, making him shiver. Before his excitement could settle, he caught the intoxicating scent—a blend of shampoo and a virgin's natural fragrance. It was the kind of scent no man could resist.

*Rustle...*

The bathrobe fell.

Ren Qian didn't dare look back; he only felt the sensation of her skin growing even softer against him, two cool hands winding around his waist. Her crimson lips brushed against his ear.

He had always treated Murong Xue like a younger sister. When he promoted and mentored her, he had no ulterior motives. But now, she was throwing herself at him. Was this a good thing? For any man, it surely was. An exquisite, soft-bodied woman—usually cold and noble, but hot in the bedroom—was surely the ultimate prize for any hunter.

But for a man with a fiancée, this was not good at all.

However, the nurse's earlier provocation had left him restless, and now, experiencing such a vivid, naked seduction firsthand, his body was no longer under his control.

"Murong Xue, do you know what you're doing?" Ren Qian asked, taking a deep breath, trying to remain calm.

"I know. I know everything. Brother Qian, I’m being a shameful 'other woman'... but to win your favor, I don't care. I love you, that’s all. It has nothing to do with gratitude. I just love a man as talented and humble as you. I know I’m not as good as Wen Run, but I can satisfy your physical needs. I can give you sensations she won't. What she isn't willing to do, I am!"

*Ren Qian, are you a saint? Are you a monk? Are you a eunuch?* How many times had he fantasized about this moment? And now, a body that would cater to his every whim was right in front of him. He could show off his masculine power, explore every position, and indulge himself on the nights when the nurse couldn't comfort him. Why hesitate?

"Are you serious... Murong Xue, you have to know, you..."

"I am serious!"

Murong Xue pushed Ren Qian back, exposing her beauty, and pulled his head toward her, letting him do as he pleased.

The room was filled with the scents of spring. The sound of their passionate kissing grew louder and louder.