Chapter 40: Ms. Qin Is Really Amazing

To all the little cuties: our main couple is still in the pursuit phase, so the smut might not be continuous. There’ll occasionally be some plot sprinkled in between,please be patient! There will definitely still be plenty of meat, don’t worry.

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“Ah! Minsheng, it hurts so much!”

“It’s okay, it always hurts the first time. Just let me shove it in and fuck you a few times, you’ll feel good soon.”

The erect penis hovered at the dry hole entrance, then suddenly forced its way in with just the head, brutally stretching open the tender flesh.

It felt like a hard rod had been rammed straight into her vagina. Qin Mo’s face turned deathly pale in an instant, cold sweat pouring down. Her private part burned with searing pain.

“No… it really hurts, get it out quickly!”

Unable to bear it, Qin Mo instinctively fought back. But Zhang Minsheng ignored her completely and thrust in harder.

“Just a few thrusts, okay? Don’t move, let me fuck you!”

“Ah!”

The man stubbornly shoved deeper, but to Qin Mo, there was only pain.

It was as if she were being slowly sliced apart. With insufficient lubrication, her vagina was roughly torn open. Blood trickled from the narrow flower hole.

It felt exactly like being raped. Finally unable to endure any longer, Qin Mo slapped her fiancé hard across the face and shoved him away with all her strength.

His rigid member instantly softened. As it slid out of her hole, it dragged along rough, grating pain, like gravel scraping against soft flesh.

The agony tore through her heart and lungs.

….

“Ah!”

Qin Mo let out a startled cry and abruptly sat up.

“Qin Mo!”

Shen Jin was startled by her and immediately sat up too. She quickly pulled the blanket over and wrapped it tightly around the trembling Qin Mo.

“Did you have a nightmare?” She hurriedly embraced her. “It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s all in the past. I’m here.”

Heart aching, she kissed the little kitten in her arms gently, murmuring softly into her ear over and over, comforting her not to be afraid.

The warm, gentle whispers and Shen Jin’s comforting body heat finally helped Qin Mo’s rapid breathing slowly calm down.

No longer shaking so violently, Qin Mo took a deep breath, suppressing the disgusting and embarrassing images that kept flashing from the dream. She curled up weakly.

Like an injured little kitten.

Shen Jin’s heart ached even more. She couldn’t help but kiss her ear again and whisper, “It’s okay now.”

The movie had already finished playing quietly while the two of them slept in each other’s arms. The projector had automatically shut off, leaving the screening room pitch black.

Darkness makes people especially vulnerable. Suddenly, Qin Mo’s eyes welled up. Two silent tears slid down her cheeks.

Shen Jin felt the suppressed sobs from the person in her arms. Though her heart hurt terribly, she pretended not to notice and simply held her quietly, keeping her company.

After a while, Qin Mo seemed to recover a little. She hurriedly wiped her tears.

“Sorry…” she said awkwardly, trying to cover it up, “I… I just suddenly remembered something from work.”

“Mm,” Shen Jin tactfully didn’t expose the lie. Instead, she went along with it and asked, “Ms. Qin, can you tell me about PR?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, how does public relations work?” Shen Jin’s tone was light and casual. “All those trending career dramas lately are about PR, right?”

“Pfft…”

Sure enough, Qin Mo’s attention was successfully diverted. She immediately climbed onto the ladder Shen Jin had offered and changed the topic.

“You actually believe those domestic career dramas?”

“Uh…”

Not really, Shen Jin thought to herself.

The domineering CEOs who poisoned the masses for years: as long as it’s a big president like Pei Jinxi, they’re always buying out companies on a whim, waving checks to chase after silly, sweet female leads.

And if it’s a president somehow tied to an entertainment company, like herself, they’re constantly pursuing some eighteenth-tier white lotus, throwing money around to make her famous.

As for the thoroughly ruined lawyers and doctors… either they’re “geniuses” spouting legal articles off the top of their heads, or young “experts” who are already authorities in their field. In short, everyone is impossibly “elite.”

One profession after another gets butchered by dramas. Now it’s finally the PR industry’s turn.

“Don’t believe those shows,” Qin Mo explained earnestly. “They’re just romance dramas wearing the skin of a career. Real PR is about helping build good interpersonal relationships. That includes training, image design, crisis management, and so on.”

The little kitten speaking so seriously was incredibly cute. Shen Jin almost laughed but managed to hold it in.

“Does Ms. Qin have any particularly memorable cases?”

Shen Jin asked with the tone of a curious baby. Qin Mo thought for a moment and answered, “Yes.”

“Actually, a PR crisis can erupt any minute. It just depends on how big the impact is and whether the consequences will be serious.”

“When I first joined the company, there was this successful man with a perfect ‘devoted husband and family man’ persona who got caught in a scandal. The internet star he cheated with threatened to leak videos and force him to divorce his wife and marry her.”

“That ‘good husband’ said all kinds of nasty things, but she wouldn’t budge. In the end, the case came to our company.”

“He was caught red-handed, but he was still our client. I was assigned to handle it, so I went to negotiate with that little internet star.”

Shen Jin’s lips curved slightly, intrigued. “And what did you say?”

Qin Mo gave a helpless smile. “What could I say? I just analyzed the pros and cons and guided her toward the choice I wanted.”

In truth, by the time the case reached the company, it was already quite tricky. Qin Mo had spent considerable effort investigating before she even found the mistress.

When she went to “persuade” her, she came on strong and got straight to the point, laying out the stakes:

“I know exactly what you’re thinking. You just want a long-term meal ticket. The problem is, the meal ticket you chose is unreliable.”

“Today he can cheat on his wife of many years; tomorrow he’ll dump you just the same. Do you really want to spend the rest of your life fighting off mistress number four or five? Things have already come this far. Instead of clinging desperately, why not squeeze him for everything he’s worth, take the money, and walk away? Sit back and watch the show. His family is already falling apart, why not enjoy watching the husband and wife tear each other to shreds? Trust me, scum like him won’t come out on top.”

In the end, the mistress gave in.

Then Qin Mo turned around and “persuaded” the wife: either blow everything up now and let the public watch their picture-perfect marriage turn into a chaotic mess, or endure for the time being, then divorce with dignity later, using evidence of his fault to take him for everything he’s worth.

In the end, everyone got what they wanted… except the scumbag, who reaped what he sowed.

After quietly finishing the story, Qin Mo suddenly felt something catch in her throat. The irony was overwhelming.

Back then she had been so righteous, advising others to burn their bridges and cut their losses.  

Now she was the one weakly deceiving herself.

She had once watched from the sidelines, sighing at other people’s messy lives.  

Now the mess was hers.

Her mood instantly plummeted.  

At that moment, she felt a soft kiss land on her forehead.

“Ms. Qin is really amazing!”

It was the first time anyone had praised her as “amazing”, and from a little mistress, no less, while being held naked in her arms.

She felt inexplicably shy, a little embarrassed… and also secretly, quietly delighted.

After all, PR is almost entirely behind-the-scenes work, frequently slapped with all kinds of labels. Being praised so directly by another woman felt strangely wonderful.

But there was no time to dwell on these messy thoughts. After their absurd indulgence, Qin Mo quickly pushed Shen Jin away and fumbled for her clothes.

She found her blouse and hurriedly draped it over herself.

“Uh…” After the heat of passion faded, facing each other again inevitably brought some awkwardness. Qin Mo’s face flushed faintly.

“Ahem…” She tried to say something, but felt at a complete loss, coughing awkwardly for a long time without managing a full sentence.

Fortunately, Shen Jin was considerate. She spoke up first: “It’s probably about time. Does Ms. Qin need to go pick up Mom and Dad for dinner?”

“Ah, oh—right,” the little kitten replied, unusually flustered, completely missing that Shen Jin had said “Mom and Dad” instead of “Uncle and Auntie.”

“Uh, yes, yes, I need to go pick up my parents.”

In short, right now the little kitten just wanted to escape quickly. Otherwise the embarrassment would be unbearable, having sex in broad daylight was one thing, but if her parents asked later, what was she supposed to say? “I went and got fucked”?

Fumbling in the dark to button her blouse, the little kitten tried to look calm on the surface, but inside she was panicking wildly. Shen Jin found it hilarious. She reached for the remote and turned on the light.

Qin Mo was still busy groping around in her heart when the lights suddenly came on. To her horror, she saw her black panties lying brazenly right next to Shen Jin’s hand.

The flush on her face deepened instantly. With an internal “oh no,” she hurriedly snatched the underwear and turned her back to Shen Jin.

The little kitten looked exactly like someone caught cheating. Shen Jin watched her “act cute” with great interest as she scrambled to put on her panties.

In her haste, she tried to step into them while balancing on one foot, and immediately lost her balance, toppling backward.

“Ah?!”

Thinking she was about to lose all face, she was suddenly caught around the waist from behind.

Shen Jin hooked one arm securely around Qin Mo’s slim waist, the corner of her mouth lifted in a teasing smile. With her other hand, she casually brushed between Qin Mo’s legs.

“Mm?”

Being openly groped in her private place, Qin Mo was mortified and about to protest, when Shen Jin had already scooped her up and carried her back to the sofa.

Without another word, the skilled little gigolo helped her slip the panties on properly and was already preparing to assist with the bra.

Qin Mo: “…”