That Girl From Nowhere: Tycoon's Forbidden Sweetheart

"He has. Count it, how many times has he laughed already? When has he ever smiled like that before?"

"Did something good happen to Yan Shi recently or what?"

While everyone was whispering and speculating, Fu Lifei crossed his legs on the sofa and drawled lazily, "One look and you can tell what he did last night."

As soon as he said that, the living room went quiet for a split second, and everyone instinctively looked at him.

Fu Lifei jerked his chin in Yun Qiluo’s direction. "Just look at the marks on Little Sister-in-law’s neck and you’ll know."

Everyone’s gaze followed over. They hadn’t noticed it just now. Little Sister-in-law was wearing long-sleeved pajamas with a pretty high collar, but there were still a few marks on her neck that couldn’t be hidden.

For that moment, everyone fell silent.

After several seconds, someone finally sighed aloud:

"Brother Yan is basically a beast."

"Is Little Sister-in-law even of age yet? Brother Yan just went for it like that, that’s way too ruthless!"

"She’s of age, isn’t she already twenty?"

Fu Lifei commented lazily from the side, "Honestly, the fact that he held out till now is a miracle to me."

"Was last night the first time? Yeah, that’s holding it in for a bit too long."

"No wonder Brother Yan kept a dark face all the time, like ’nobody provoke me.’ Turns out it was all pent-up sexual frustration..."

"He definitely has been plotting this for ages. Our poor Little Sister-in-law, just one look and you can tell she got worked over hard. No wonder she’s been yawning nonstop today."

"So that means Brother Yan’s skills are actually pretty decent. We worried for nothing before."

While they were talking, Song Shijia was off to the side: "..."

Ji Ruofeng’s ears and neck were flushed bright red; he didn’t dare look at She at all.

He felt both embarrassed and anxious inside. How could these guys say anything that popped into their heads—dirty jokes were one thing in private, but now Shijia was right here. What would Shijia think of He?

Just then, a low voice came from beside them: "What are you all talking about, grinning like idiots?"

Yan Yan had somehow already gotten up with his arm around Yun Qiluo, standing over them and looking down from above.

The crowd, who’d been snickering with pervy grins, all tightened up at once and instantly fell quiet.

"N-nothing."

"Brother Yan, we were just chatting about what to have for dinner later."

"Yeah, yeah, that’s all."

Seeing all their faces tense up one by one, Yan Yan quickly figured out a thing or two. He let out a short, mocking laugh, didn’t bother to press, and tossed down, "Let’s go eat."

"Got it!"

The few of them answered at once, scrambled up from the sofa, and all headed together toward the dining room.

When they got to the dining room, Wang Ma specially brought over a stew for Yun Qiluo, the kind where she was the only one who got a portion.

"Miss, have some soup, it’ll help nourish your body."

"Thank you, Wang Ma!" Yun Qiluo replied sweetly without thinking too much of it, lowered her head and took a sip. She found it especially delicious and couldn’t help narrowing her eyes in pleasure.

Though...there was a bit of a medicinal taste to it, kind of novel.

Then, when She finished and looked up, She realized everyone was staring at the soup in her bowl, their expressions all vaguely suggestive.

Yun Qiluo asked, "Why are you all looking at me?"

Fu Lifei shook his head immediately. "No, no, we were just thinking your soup looks pretty tasty."

Yun Qiluo made a small sound of realization. "Too bad it seems like Wang Ma only made one serving."

Fu Lifei said, "It’s fine, we don’t need any."

"Yeah, yeah, Little Sister-in-law, you drink more."

"You should really nourish yourself, don’t let yourself get worn out."

The few of them chimed in one after another, while at the same time exchanging winks and glances, like they were passing around some secret code.

Yun Qiluo: "..."

She couldn’t help sniffing. These people were seriously weird.