Everyday Romance After Becoming a Billionaire

"???"

Xiao Wanqing stared at the 3000 yuan on the pillow next to her—plus a couple of small bills. Her mind was a whirl of question marks. But then she saw Su Ran pulling up his pants. 'Oh, crap…' She instantly realized what the money was for.

"Su Ran, you bastard!" she shrieked. Su Ran jolted. That voice was so familiar. He turned to see Xiao Wanqing leaping off the bed toward him, a great black shadow descending over him. She landed on him, wrapped her long legs around his waist, and sank her teeth into his shoulder. The pain made Su Ran repeatedly slap her butt, trying to get her to let go.

She let go.

She was still panting in a huff and refused to get down, determined to stay wrapped around him. Su Ran cupped her bottom to support her, then twisted his head to glance at the teeth marks on his shoulder. Seeing Xiao Wanqing's indignant expression so close to his, he gave a bitter smile. "Sister Wanqing, how is it you?"

"You mean it *shouldn't* be me? Speak! Did you mess around in the hotel last night after I went home?" As she spoke, she sniffed him and caught a whiff of perfume. "Aha! Su Ran, you've turned into a bad boy. You really were messing around. Gross. Let me down."

Xiao Wanqing struggled with her legs, but Su Ran just held her a little tighter, leaned back, and sat down on the sofa, moving his hands to wrap around her slender waist.

...

"My back and waist have been aching from training the last couple of days. So last night, after I dropped you off, I had Yasuo find a masseuse to help me relax my muscles. I ended up falling asleep during the massage. When I woke up and saw a woman lying in my arms, I was still half-asleep and didn't even look closely to see it was you, so I just assumed the worst. How did you end up in my arms? When did you get here?"

Su Ran was telling the truth. That's exactly what happened last night. Nothing had occurred with the masseuse; she had left after he fell asleep.

"I came early this morning. I was going to wake you up for breakfast, but you looked so comfortable that I didn't have the heart to. I was a little tired myself, so I took my clothes off, got into bed, and held you while I slept for a bit."

"Oh, then we're good. You scared the hell out of me, too."

"So you really didn't... with another woman while I was gone?"

"No. Every word I just said was true. Yasuo! Come in for a second."

CREAK~

Yasuo pushed open the bedroom door and walked in. Seeing Mr. Su holding Xiao Wanqing on the sofa, he asked, "Mr. Su, what can I do for you?"

Su Ran said, "Sister Wanqing, Yasuo was waiting right outside the bedroom last night to see the masseuse out. He knows the whole situation. Yasuo, tell her what happened."

"Of course." Yasuo recounted the entire sequence of events, and his story was identical to Su Ran's. "Miss Xiao, please rest assured. Mr. Su only received a massage last night. Our hotel is a legitimate establishment; we don't engage in that sort of business. Mr. Su's heart belongs only to you." Yasuo was a smooth talker, and that line—'his heart belongs only to you'—was music to Xiao Wanqing's ears.

As for the 3000 yuan, Yasuo didn't comment. 'The masseuse was a retired pro,' he thought to himself. 'If Mr. Su had really wanted other services, 3000 would have been far too little. That wouldn't even cover the full package.'

"Mr. Su, shall I have breakfast prepared?"

"Just bring something simple up."

"Very well."

Yasuo closed the door and left.

Su Ran said, "So, am I in the clear now?"

"Get up! On the bed!" Xiao Wanqing slid off him, pushed Su Ran down onto the bed, and straddled his stomach. When Su Ran tried to sit up, she leaned forward, pressing him down with her chest. She said softly, "Su Ran, if you want a massage, please don't find other women, okay? I'll give you one. I don't like some random woman sitting on you."

She lifted her head, her limpid, enchanting eyes gazing at Su Ran.

"..."

Su Ran understood the hidden meaning in her words. It wasn't just about other women giving him massages; she didn't want him having relations with any random woman.

Er...

"But my Sister Jinyu can give me massages too, right?"

"Of course!" Xiao Wanqing replied without a second thought. "The Squirting Whale can, obviously. That little vixen Aina can, too. And that baby-faced, stacked Xie Yiren is also allowed. Just no other women!"

Su Ran was floored. 'Is this her trying to lock me down?'

"Actually, only you and Sister Jinyu have given me massages. Yiren and Nana really haven't."

"Then do you want Yiren to give you a massage?"

'Baby-faced and stacked? A massage?'

"I don't! Not one bit!"

"Heh..." Xiao Wanqing chuckled, clearly not believing his nonsense. She sat up. "Lie still. I'll give you a massage." Xiao Wanqing didn't know the first thing about massage, so her technique was naturally awful. She didn't know how much pressure to apply, and one forceful push made Su Ran yelp in pain. "Okay, okay, forget it. You don't have to."

"That's exactly why I need to learn, because I don't know how. What are you trying to say? You want me to master it before I massage you? Fine, then. I'll go practice on other men. Once I've perfected my skills, I'll come back and give you a massage."

"No, no, I'd rather be your practice dummy."

"That's more like it. Don't move."

Su Ran lay there quietly, enjoying this "royal treatment."

Half an hour later, Yasuo announced from the doorway that breakfast was ready. Su Ran went out to the table. Xiao Wanqing buttoned up her shirt, threw on a T-shirt, and also walked out of the bedroom to eat. After all, it would soon be Su Ran's turn to give her some "kneading therapy."

Sipping his congee, Su Ran placed food on her plate, as gentle as ever. They had their games for the bedroom, and a different way of being with each other outside of it.

"I contacted a fan club and hired 121 people to come cheer for you guys tonight. Do you think that's enough?"

Su Ran thought for a moment. It was just as Reba had said: sometimes, having some essential 'fake fans' to cheer for you was very important. Otherwise, it would be really awkward if the entire venue was filled with other people's 'fake fans' and you didn't have a single one.

"Are they professional?"

"They should be. They mostly just want to be there to watch the show, so the price was a little lower. But don't worry, every one of them is a pro. Here, take a look."