She used to blame herself for being too naive, but now she finally understood why this bathtub was chosen to be so big!
Was it specifically for situations like this with men?
Once Shen Xiaoxing got into the bathtub, he didn’t do anything else; he was indeed seriously helping her bathe, his palms lathering up soap as he gently washed her long hair.
Earlier, she’d said her head hurt, and he kept that in mind, thinking she was tired, so he massaged her head with just the right pressure.
His technique was skilled, and An Ruo squinted her eyes in enjoyment, teasing him on purpose: “Master Shen’s technique is so practiced, have you done this before?”
“I learned.”
An Ruo raised an eyebrow—he really had learned!
She chuckled softly: “Must have had plenty of female clients coming for you, right?”
The man leaned close to her ear, blowing a suggestive breath: “I only have one female client—you. Want me to introduce some, Mrs. Shen?”
An Ruo pretended to be angry: “Can your little body handle that?”
Huh?
Was she underestimating him!
Her chin was pinched by the man, who turned her face rather domineeringly, his deep black eyes filled with desire: “Whether I can handle it or not, others don’t know, but doesn’t Mrs. Shen know?”
“…”
It was strange, really. This man spent all year in a wheelchair without moving around; anyone else would have a sickly, withered body, but he was not only strong and healthy but also kept such a good physique… and in bed, he was insatiable. If he was a bit too rough, she could barely walk for a day or two.
Shen Xiaoxing smirked. Every time they did it, he held back immensely, looking at her slender arms and legs, afraid that if he lost control, she’d fall apart!
After holding back for over twenty years, if it weren’t for her being so young, he’d really want to let loose, indulge himself fully, and have a feast.
Seeing that her mood had mostly recovered, he rinsed her long hair with warm water, applied hair oil, making it fragrant—the same scent he smelled every night.
“Mrs. Shen, can you tell me what you dreamed about this afternoon?”
He glanced down casually, clearly remembering the girl shouting “Brother from Jincheng.” That had to be a man’s name.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have called him brother!
An Ruo stared at the slowly drifting flower petals, carefully recalling the scenes from her dream, trying to avoid anything that would trigger her headache.
She murmured to herself: “I dreamed of a young man in white clothes, standing on a city tower. I watched his figure, and it felt so familiar…”
The man silently dried her hair, listening quietly as she continued.
“I also dreamed of a couple holding a little girl’s hand, and two boys calling her little sister… I saw a magnificent castle appear in a vast desert.” An Ruo’s gaze grew heavy: “I used to live there.”
Shen Xiaoxing pressed his lips together without a word. The girl, hearing no response for a while, turned her head and bit her lip lightly: “Do you think I’m dreaming?”
“…”
“No, I was dreaming in the first place.” An Ruo couldn’t believe it was just a dream either. “But this dream feels so real. Every scene, every figure, it’s like I’ve lived through it myself.”
Just as the man was about to say something, she suddenly remembered and grabbed his hand excitedly.
“I also dreamed of a name, Xianxian…” An Ruo’s head started hurting again, and she gently pressed her temples, more convinced than ever that this wasn’t a dream!
Every time she tried to recall the people in the dream, or the scene of the little girl lying in the circle of candles, her head would ache terribly.
“It’s not a dream.” Shen Xiaoxing expertly wrapped up her long hair, his dark eyes slowly deepening, his voice low and husky: “It should be your subconscious.”
“Subconscious?” An Ruo frowned: “But I don’t know anyone named Xianxian…”
“What if that little girl was you?”
An Ruo stared at him blankly.
The man placed his large hand on her head, gently rubbing her forehead with his thumb: “Ruoruo, have you ever thought about finding out about your origins?”
He could see that this girl craved the warmth of a family.
She was deeply emotional.
“I want to…” An Ruo’s heart ached, and she said in a muffled voice: “I dream of it every day.”
No one doesn’t want to know where their roots lie.
But she didn’t remember much from her childhood. From wandering to being taken in by Grandma An, she’d never found any information about her biological parents after all these years.
She was like the Monkey King born from a stone, with no parents, alone as far back as she could remember.
“Once I finish handling the matters at hand, I’ll have someone investigate. We’ll find them eventually.”
“But… so many years have passed, and the world is so big—where do we even start looking?”
In this vast world, where would they investigate? It was like looking for a needle in a haystack!
“Don’t you trust your husband’s abilities?” He couldn’t stay serious for more than a few seconds, his eyes turning mischievous as they glanced toward her lower abdomen.
An Ruo was speechless. How had she never noticed this man getting more and more improper with age!
An old rogue!
…
At the Shen City Public Security Bureau.
Orders had come down from above: although Shen Tingfeng had been arrested, he was still the second young master of the Shen family, born with a silver spoon. So even in custody, it was only temporary, and he had to be well-fed and well-treated, given a private room.
When Tang Beiqiu came to see him, Shen Tingfeng was living quite comfortably. Though he didn’t have servants attending to him, the room was simply decorated, with amenities as complete as a hotel downstairs.
His face was dark. Despite having plenty of evidence to sentence Shen Tingfeng to death, he couldn’t fight against the Shen family’s power.
Priorities had to be set. Tang Beiqiu had calmed down a bit after Shen Xiaoxing’s persuasion. The father and son of the second branch would eventually eat prison food; he couldn’t rush things.
But Shen Tingfeng wasn’t stupid either. Doing foolish things didn’t mean his brain was defective.
At first, when he was locked up, he was nervous and scared, worried that the old man might really abandon him. But then the police treated him well. Seeing his injured leg, they arranged a private room for him. Apart from no freedom, he had everything to eat and drink. He immediately realized that the Shen family had put in a word, proving he hadn’t been cast out by the family and had a chance to get out!
Over time, he started provoking Tang Beiqiu recklessly.
“Oh, Officer Tang, you’re half an hour late today. What were you up to? Busting a prostitution ring?” Shen Tingfeng crossed his legs, with an older officer attending to him.
“No, that wouldn’t take such a short time. Hey, Officer Tang, aren’t you tired working so hard every day? I know a lot of people—want me to find a few girls to reward the guys?”
Tang Beiqiu kept a stern face: “Disrespecting the police is also a crime!”
“You’re misunderstanding me, a good citizen. I’m just trying to help you out. Look at this station, full of men, the smoke stinks. Finding a few girls to relax might even boost your case-solving skills.”
Shen Tingfeng nodded: “Fine. Since Officer Tang is so upright and incorruptible, I won’t push it. But I’m feeling pent up—I can’t sleep without a woman at night. Get me a few, and make sure they have good figures.”
Tang Beiqiu couldn’t believe Shen Tingfeng was this arrogant.
He walked over coldly, placed both hands on the wheelchair armrests, and slowly leaned down: “Do you think this is your home? You get whatever you want?”
“You guys eat public rations, right? Our Shen family hasn’t skimped on taxes. People like you civil servants are basically watchdogs we keep.”
Tang Beiqiu suddenly grabbed him by the collar, his brows deeply furrowed: “Shen Tingfeng, do you really think I can’t do anything to you?”