Chapter 087: Sister, What’s Wrong?

Chapter 087: Sister, What’s Wrong?

Standing in the kitchen doorway, Su Qingying swept the living room with her eyes and found no one in it.

“Honey?” she called again, walking in and looking left and right. Every other door stood open. Only the master bedroom door was shut, and there were sounds behind it.

She frowned, puzzled, went over, and opened the door. And then she froze in the doorway.

Inside the bedroom.

Wu Chen lay face down on the mattress in nothing but boxer briefs. Li Ruobing was fully dressed—she had only shed her jacket, tied her long, straight black hair up for the moment, and rolled the sleeves of her white shirt. None of that was the problem.

The problem was that Li Ruobing was sitting on the small of Wu Chen’s back, both hands working his shoulders, over and over.

She was giving Wu Chen a massage.

Even Su Qingying was shocked.

Of course she had heard what kind of woman Li Ruobing was. Forceful, domineering, decisive. A woman who did not bend and did not submit. Su Qingying had even heard her own father mention that when Li Ruobing’s grandfather tried to force her into marriage, she had cursed the old man out in front of the entire family, and when her uncle came over and slapped her, she slapped him straight back.

Li Ruobing’s strength was real strength. Not a performance. She wasn’t only hard in public; she was the same at home.

A woman like that… would give someone a massage? Would wait on a man like this?

Su Qingying couldn’t believe it.

She thought about her own case. With the reputation she carried, if it came out after her marriage that she waited on her husband at home and gave him massages, it wouldn’t destroy her persona. If anything it might add the good name of “virtuous wife” and bring her a step closer to perfect.

A wife massaging her husband, or a girlfriend her boyfriend, was ordinary to begin with.

Su Qingying’s own halo, her own reputation, was excellent—but it wasn’t special. She was simply good in every direction, good to the point of standing out.

Li Ruobing’s reputation was special.

Even married, no one would imagine her waiting on a man. Her husband would have to wait on her, enshrine her like a queen. She was the queen of her own household.

So—

Watching Li Ruobing massage Wu Chen in that room, Su Qingying was frightened.

And then she saw something more shocking still.

Li Ruobing raised her head, saw Su Qingying in the doorway, gave her one indifferent glance, lowered her head again, and went on massaging Wu Chen. She even asked him quietly, “Does that feel good?”

She actually kept going.

She had seen someone come in, and she kept going. Undistracted. Wholly absorbed. Massaging Wu Chen.

Su Qingying’s mind blew apart in an instant, exactly as Li Ruobing’s had earlier.

Ruined.

The image of Li Ruobing she had carried was ruined on the spot. Collapsed.

She even felt she must be hallucinating.

Fake. This had to be fake.

“All done in there? You must be tired. Sit and rest. We’ll be finished soon.” Wu Chen lifted his head from the mattress and smiled at her.

Su Qingying stared blankly at him. Then something moved in her chest.

Wait.

Could it be?

Was it possibly…

Understanding arrived all at once. She had landed on one possibility, the most extreme possibility, and the one she believed came closest to the truth. Li Ruobing was the same kind of person she was. Li Ruobing was an M too. An M who belonged to Wu Chen.

It was the most bizarre possibility available.

But bizarre things like this had already happened once. She herself was the case in point.

If Li Ruobing was also an M, then everything made sense.

She was powerful, forceful, domineering—and she was also like Su Qingying, one thing outside and another within. She lived falsely, lived as someone other than herself. Family pressure had forced her to armor herself into someone strong enough.

And likewise because of the pressure of family, in that repression and airlessness, the stronger she appeared on the surface, the more she secretly longed to be whipped by a man, longed for a man stronger than herself to conquer her.

Wu Chen had said the two of them weren’t a real couple, that they were only pretending.

But Wu Chen had never said whether they had any other relationship.

She was an M. Everything became reasonable.

Li Ruobing had plainly seen that Wu Chen’s girlfriend had walked in, and she had ignored her and kept concentrating on the massage, because she was an M. She was serving her Master as a slave. In that moment other people’s eyes meant nothing to her.

Su Qingying had it worked out.

She was sure she was right.

Even her gaze toward Li Ruobing softened.

Because this wasn’t a rival at all. This was a fellow traveler. One of them, truly.

And the look she gave Wu Chen turned more loving still.

Wu Chen could conquer even Li Ruobing. He was stronger than she had imagined—and naturally Su Qingying wanted the man who would hold the whip over her to be stronger.

As an M, Su Qingying did not want some ordinary woman stealing her man. That would be real theft. But if the woman was also an M, that was another matter entirely. Both of them had been conquered by Wu Chen. There would be no conflict between them. They could even—

Li Ruobing really was concentrating on the massage.

This was her counterattack.

And she was rather pleased with herself, because Wu Chen hadn’t explained a thing when Su Qingying suddenly appeared. On the contrary, he had played along, treating all of it as if it were normal and natural.

She had no idea what Su Qingying was thinking in that moment. Still less did she know what a terrifying scheme Wu Chen had laid.

Su Qingying stood in the doorway watching for a good while.

Li Ruobing was still waiting to see whether she would break down in a rage and run off in tears.

Then—

Su Qingying moved.

She came into the bedroom and shut the door. She went to the bed first, crouched down, lifted her face, and kissed Wu Chen on the mouth. She kissed him with great care. Li Ruobing’s whole body went rigid, her eyes wide.

What was she doing?

What was this?

Then Li Ruobing watched her stand, kick off her slippers, climb straight onto the bed, and settle on her knees beside Wu Chen. She smiled at Li Ruobing and said, “Sister, let’s do it together.”

And she reached out and began massaging Wu Chen’s arm.

Li Ruobing looked like a woman who had seen a ghost. She was utterly stunned, near stupefied.

A woman finds another woman massaging her boyfriend, and not only isn’t angry—she comes over and joins in? Joins the massage? And calls her Sister?

Hold on.

Sister?

Su Qingying was plainly older. Older than Li Ruobing by a few months.

Why was she calling her Sister?

“Sister, what’s wrong?” Seeing the look on Li Ruobing’s face, Su Qingying asked, then smiled sweetly again.

That smile put every hair on Li Ruobing’s body on end.