Chapter 222: Xiaochen, You’re Amazing
Chenyang readily agreed, "No problem. As long as you can sort out my job situation, forget a small favor—even if you didn’t have a son but had a daughter and wanted me as a live-in son-in-law, I wouldn’t refuse."
"If I had a daughter, I’d definitely give her to you first."
As Qin Fei’Er laughed in response, she desperately wanted to ask Chenyang, ’You wouldn’t refuse to be a live-in son-in-law, but what if you were to move in and spend your days with *me*? Would you agree to that?’
If Chenyang actually agreed, Qin Fei’Er would spend the rest of her days waking up laughing from her dreams.
At her age, she had little interest in material possessions and other superficial things.
The only thing that could truly make her happy was enjoying the pleasures a woman was meant to experience.
And Chenyang, as it happened, possessed just those kinds of assets.
’If only he could be in her bed every day, using that magnificent tool of his to nourish her...’
Just the thought of such a scene made Qin Fei’Er’s heart bloom like a flower.
But she was simply too bashful to say it out loud.
At least, she couldn’t say it just yet.
She smiled and got back to the matter at hand. "Here’s the thing. Lately, when I’m sleeping at night, I keep hearing strange noises near the wardrobe. I’m worried a mouse or some other small animal got in, but I’m too scared to check myself."
"Strange noises? What do they sound like?"
"Sometimes it’s a squeaking sound, and other times it sounds like something faintly gnawing on something."
"Well, if that’s the case, it really could be a mouse."
Chenyang suspected Qin Fei’Er was lying.
This apartment complex might be a little old, but the doors and windows are all well-sealed. Plus, this isn’t the ground floor. The chances of a mouse getting in are practically zero.
However, he didn’t call her out on it.
From their brief interaction yesterday, he felt he had gotten a handle on Qin Fei’Er.
This captivating beauty might resort to unscrupulous schemes to get what she wanted, but whether it was snatching Chenyang’s internship or tricking Lin Xiaowei into the marriage, everything she did revolved around her son.
To put it bluntly, Li Qiang was her line in the sand.
As long as that line wasn’t crossed, she was no different from any other woman.
So now, with her taking the initiative to offer help with his job search and then asking for a favor, Chenyang could guess her real intentions.
Qin Fei’Er was a woman at her sexual peak.
Before, she had been consumed with worrying about Li Qiang’s affairs, with no time to think of her own needs.
Now that Li Qiang and Lin Xiaowei were married, she not only had free time, but after eavesdropping for so long yesterday, she must have been quite stirred up.
Chances were, she was now looking for an opportunity to have Chenyang satisfy her.
Of course, this was just Chenyang’s speculation.
Whether he was right or not, he’d have to see what Qin Fei’Er did next.
With this in mind, Chenyang smiled. "In that case, Aunt Qin, please take me to have a look. I’m an expert when it comes to catching snakes, bugs, and mice. If there’s really something in there, I’ll make sure it never troubles you again."
"Oh, that would be wonderful. I’ve been losing sleep over those strange noises the last few days."
Qin Fei’Er let out a happy laugh, and the magnificent peaks beneath her nightgown swayed and bounced in response, making Chenyang’s blood run hot as he watched.
’She’s probably not wearing anything underneath, is she?’
’That size... They’re just massive. Getting my hands on them would feel incredible.’
"Xiaochen, should you get some tools? I hear even a cornered mouse will bite."
"No need. It’s just a mouse. If it dares to bite me, I’ll snap its little teeth."
As they spoke, the two of them entered Qin Fei’Er’s bedroom, one after the other.
The bedroom was clean and tidy.
It wasn’t cluttered with objects.
A bed, a small vanity, and a large wardrobe.
A modestly-sized television hung on the opposite wall.
The double bed was covered with purple sheets. Near the comforter lay a scattered white bra and a small, black, lace-patterned thong.
Chenyang recognized the thong—it was the very same one that had fallen from under Qin Fei’Er’s skirt last night. She probably hadn’t had time to wash it yet.
"So it’s behind this wardrobe?"
"At first, it was behind the vanity, but then it scurried behind the wardrobe. This wardrobe is a bit heavy; let’s move it together."
"Alright."
Chenyang nodded and took his position on the side by the window. Once Qin Fei’Er was at the other end, they both heaved, trying to pull it away from the wall.
But whether it was because the wardrobe was too heavy or Qin Fei’Er was genuinely weak, Chenyang had already managed to shift his side half a step while hers hadn’t budged an inch.
"Let me get it, Aunt Qin."
"I had no idea this wardrobe was so heavy. You’re pretty strong, Xiaochen! I couldn’t move it at all, and you shifted it over half a meter by yourself."
"It’s from all the physical labor I used to do back in my hometown."
"Let’s still do it together. The door on my side is a little loose, so I’ll help by holding it steady. I’ll use what little strength I have."
"Alright!"
Chenyang stood on his side and heaved against the wardrobe, while Qin Fei’Er held onto the door.
Once it was out, it was hard to tell whether the door was truly flimsy or if Qin Fei’Er had tampered with it, but as the wardrobe settled on the floor, the door suddenly toppled toward them.
"Ah—"
"Watch out!"
As Qin Fei’Er stumbled back in a panic, Chenyang reacted in a flash and rushed forward.
He didn’t manage to catch the door, but Qin Fei’Er just so happened to fall right into his arms.
The hand he had extended to catch the door dropped, landing perfectly on one of her proud, perky breasts.