Chapter 73
This translation was originally posted on https://love4baihe.blogspot.com
"Do you come here often?" It looks clean, not like it's been empty for a long time.
"No, occasionally. But I have someone come regularly to clean." Qin Wanshu entered the house. Since she rarely stays here, despite the high-end decoration, there isn't much furniture.
"Really luxurious!" Zuo Qinghuan flopped onto the large sofa upon entering. Making a place so high-end for occasional stays is truly extravagant and wasteful, Zuo Qinghuan exclaimed, "Do you own property everywhere? It seems like wealthy people enjoy having real estate all around the world."
"Are you curious about how much wealth I have?" Qin Wanshu leaned against the door, raising an eyebrow. It's the first time she's discussed the topic of money with Zuo Qinghuan.
"I like money, but I like you more." Zuo Qinghuan said candidly. If she claimed not to love money, she would be the first not to believe it, let alone others.
Qin Wanshu just smiled. Zuo Qinghuan isn't a pretentious person, and she appreciates that. Being raised in affluence, Qin Wanshu is a completely well-off child. Therefore, she has a rather indifferent attitude towards money from a young age. In her eyes, money is like a numerical symbol. However, she understands that this symbol is almost universally attractive to people. Still, she wonders if this allure surpasses her own.
"Qin Wanshu, I really like you, much more than money. Money can provide security, but it can't give me warmth. However, Qin Wanshu's embrace is so warm." Zuo Qinghuan looked at Qin Wanshu and said earnestly. This is a feeling that money cannot provide; money can be earned again if lost, but there's only one Qin Wanshu in the world.
Qin Wanshu can understand Zuo Qinghuan's mentality. Everyone's mentality is cultivated by a specific environment.
"Zuo Qinghuan, you really have a mother complex." Qin Wanshu affirmed with great certainty, changing the focus of the topic.
"How can there be? You are not much older than me." Zuo Qinghuan refused to admit her mother complex.
"But why do you often make me feel like I gained a daughter?" Qin Wanshu asked.
"Maybe you find me cute, and your maternal instincts kick in," shamelessly reasoned Zuo Qinghuan.
Qin Wanshu smiled and shook her head.
"What are we having for dinner tonight?" Zuo Qinghuan asked Qin Wanshu. It was time for dinner, and evidently, as they entered, Zuo Qinghuan headed straight to the kitchen. However, except for a few bottles of water in the refrigerator, it was quite empty.
"..." Qin Wanshu was a bit embarrassed now. Being halfway up the mountain, she usually either drove here, purchased ingredients downhill, or dined at a restaurant below before driving back up. However, without a car now, and with it being dark, transportation isn't convenient. Walking downhill isn't very safe for two pretty young women on a road with relatively few people.
"The goddess indeed doesn't indulge in worldly affairs; you can get by without eating!" Zuo Qinghuan teased.
"Let's consider tonight as a weight-loss night. Tomorrow morning, we'll go downhill and buy some groceries." Qin Wanshu said, somewhat embarrassed. She's usually meticulous, so this oversight surprised even herself.
Not eating herself is one thing, but Zuo Qinghuan doesn't want Qin Wanshu to go hungry. The Young Miss has never faced any hardships since childhood, unlike herself, who often went without two or three meals when she was young.
"I'll borrow some provisions from the security guard." Zuo Qinghuan saw dining as a significant issue. Without waiting for Qin Wanshu's response, she headed out.
In the end, Zuo Qinghuan borrowed two packs of instant noodles and a packet of biscuits from the security guard. Luckily, they were beautiful women, the security guard didn't charge her.
"How did you know the security guard had these?" Qin Wanshu looked at Zuo Qinghuan returning with two packs of instant noodles and a packet of biscuits. She hadn't expected the security guard to actually have some food.
"I guessed they should have these things. They're on duty at night, so they probably keep some snacks in case they get hungry."
"Smart girl." Qin Wanshu praised. She didn't understand the living habits of the lower-class people. Instant noodles and other things were indispensable.
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"I like you to praise my beauty," Zuo Qinghuan responded with a bright smile, emphasizing the personal nature of the compliment.
"Are you used to eating this?" Zuo Qinghuan asked Qin Wanshu. She felt that Qin Wanshu probably hadn't even eaten instant noodles before.
Qin Wanshu is very attentive; she noticed some details. Zuo Qinghuan always waits for her to start moving her chopsticks before she does, indicating that Zuo Qinghuan puts herself behind Qin Wanshu. This touches Qin Wanshu deeply.
"This is the most delicious meal I've ever had," Qin Wanshu looked at Zuo Qinghuan and said sincerely.
"Could it be that you've never even had instant noodles?" Zuo Qinghuan looked at the satisfied expression on Qin Wanshu's face and asked.
"I know this stuff, I just never had the chance to try. It tastes better than I expected," Qin Wanshu said with a smile.
How lucky. Zuo Qinghuan sighed secretly in her heart.
"Eating full makes me not want to move," said Zuo Qinghuan, lying lazily on the soft sofa.
"Lying down is not good for the stomach, come over here," Qin Wanshu gestured to Zuo Qinghuan. Zuo Qinghuan immediately got up from the sofa, sat behind Qin Wanshu, and reached out from behind to hug her, pressing her body against her. Qin Wanshu, initially stiff with Zuo Qinghuan's intimacy, has now fully accepted her affectionate gestures.
"Making tea?" Zuo Qinghuan asked. It seems Qin Wanshu is unusually dedicated to tea – she can do without food in her place, but not without tea.
"Actually, it's not good to drink tea after a meal. Occasionally having a bit should be fine," Qin Wanshu enjoys tea, savoring the light fragrance of tea leaves, much like the subtle scent on Zuo Qinghuan.
"Feed me," Zuo Qinghuan cooed, holding Qin Wanshu with a soft voice.
Qin Wanshu indulgently picked up a cup filled with tea and brought it to Zuo Qinghuan's lips. Unfortunately, despite this attentive service, Zuo Qinghuan didn't seem appreciative.
"I want you to feed me with your lips." Zuo Qinghuan put her lips to Qin Wanshu's ears, stretched out her tongue, and gently licked Qin Wanshu's earlobe, speaking in an ambiguous and provocative tone.
Qin Wanshu's ears immediately turned red, and Zuo Qinghuan always liked to accompany her to do some rash things.
"Otherwise, I can feed you; you get to choose?" Zuo Qinghuan asked with ill intentions.
"Can I choose neither?" Qin Wanshu asked. The thought of Zuo Qinghuan always being overly enthusiastic about that aspect of things, gives her a fuzzy and strange feeling inside.
"Okay." Zuo Qinghuan readily agreed; she has always been easy to negotiate with.
Qin Wanshu breathed a sigh of relief. Apparently, she relaxed too soon.
"Now, it's my turn to choose. I choose you to feed me," Zuo Qinghuan said, doing something contrasting with her innocent face.
Author's Note:
Ah, ah, ah, I really want to take a break for two days…
