Ji Ya was exhausted. She wanted to go see Yan Zhen as soon as possible, but she couldn’t show up empty-handed. At the very least, she needed to get her stock market plan underway first, which meant finishing all the preparatory work.
It had taken her nearly five days, but she had finally gone through every account book. She now had a preliminary understanding of the operations of the various merchant guilds within the Merchant Alliance. She had also sent people out to conduct thorough market research. At last, she could afford to rest.
She planned to start implementing her stock market scheme the next day. Then she could head to the Holy Land to see Little Brother Yan Zhen and proudly show off her accomplishments to him—
“Sister will soon make heaps of Mystic Crystals for Little Brother Yan Zhen~”
That way, she would earn his favor, and none of the other sisters would dare look down on her.
This was what it meant to indirectly assert her dominance!
What Ji Ya hadn’t expected was that the moment she opened her eyes from sleep, she saw the Little Brother Yan Zhen she had been daydreaming about sitting at the edge of her bed, gazing at her tenderly.
Thinking she was still dreaming, Ji Ya rubbed her eyes vigorously. Then she heard Little Brother Yan Zhen say to her,
“Good morning, Sister Ji Ya. Did you sleep well?”
Ji Ya blinked in slight surprise.
“Little Brother Yan Zhen, when did you get here?”
“About an hour ago.”
“…”
Ji Ya quickly sat up. The thin blanket slid down with her, revealing the red silk robe she wore. The neckline had parted slightly, exposing a deeply alluring cleavage and the soft, squeezed curves of her pale breasts. Her figure was scorchingly hot, her attire provocatively alluring—it was hard for any man not to react.
She naturally noticed Yan Zhen’s gaze but made no move to cover herself. A flicker of delight stirred in her heart, mingled with a touch of shyness. Suddenly realizing she had just woken up and her complexion probably wasn’t at its best, she covered her bare face with her small hand and turned toward the outside of the bed, pouting as she said,
“Aunt Mu, Little Brother Yan Zhen is here—why didn’t you wake me?”
Aunt Mu ignored her, leaving the space for the Eldest Miss and the Little Uncle.
“It wasn’t Aunt Mu’s fault. I told her not to wake you, Sister Ji Ya,” Yan Zhen said, smoothing things over. “You’ve been working so hard—you should rest properly. It’s great that you’re so dedicated, but you can’t push yourself too far and ruin your health.”
Ji Ya coughed twice and composed herself. Her face broke into the flirtatious smile Yan Zhen knew so well. Her narrow, beautiful eyes seemed to speak on their own, drawing at his very soul.
“Little Brother Yan Zhen cares about Sister so much—Sister is delighted~”
The classic deflection.
Yan Zhen gave her a look.
“I’m serious, Sister Ji Ya. Don’t ignore me.”
“Sister is listening. No matter what Little Brother Yan Zhen says, Sister will listen carefully,” Ji Ya replied in her usual smooth way. “Little Brother Yan Zhen will take responsibility for Sister too, right?”
“Of course I will,” Yan Zhen blurted out. Only then did he realize she had sidetracked him again. Feeling a bit helpless, he said, “Fine, whatever. Next time I come and you’re still like this, I’ll pack you up with Aunt Mu and Jin Tong and Yu Nu, and send you all back to Holy Son Peak to rest and prepare for pregnancy.”
Hearing his slightly petulant words, Ji Ya couldn’t help but chuckle softly. She took Yan Zhen’s hand and cooed placatingly,
“Don’t be mad, good Little Brother. Sister won’t tease you anymore. Sister will listen to you, all right?”
Yan Zhen grunted in response.
Finding him adorable, Ji Ya leaned in and planted a quick kiss on his lips—just a fleeting touch, clearly meant to provoke him into kissing her back.
But Yan Zhen restrained his impulse and asked with concern,
“Do you still feel tired, Sister Ji Ya? Want to rest a bit longer?”
“Sister is fully rested now—not tired at all,” Ji Ya said playfully. “Little Brother Yan Zhen, carry Sister to the bath, okay?”
With that, she stretched out her arms and hooked them around his neck, striking the pose of a girlfriend coquettishly demanding attention. The silky smoothness of her robe against him stirred his desires.
How could Yan Zhen refuse? In one smooth princess carry, he scooped up his good sister. She felt so light and soft in his arms, exuding an enchanting fragrance. Her expressive eyes stared straight at him, as if she could never get enough.
—Facing Sister Ji Ya always gave Yan Zhen the illusion that she was constantly teasing him.
In the bathroom, Yan Zhen set down the vixenish beauty in his arms and turned on the hot water faucet for the bath barrel.
Ji Ya said shyly,
“Will you bathe with Sister?”
Yan Zhen nodded, equally bashful. He spread his arms slightly, letting her help him undress. He stepped into the barrel first, then turned to watch her.
Ji Ya gave a soft, alluring laugh.
In the past, Yan Zhen would have flushed crimson, flustered and unsure, his mind racing with naughty thoughts but too hesitant to act—ultimately letting Sister Ji Ya take control with ease. But now his resistance was much higher, and he knew exactly how to handle this mature sister.
Leaning back against the barrel wall, he reached out, took Sister Ji Ya’s hand, and gently pulled her toward him. She glided smoothly into his embrace, half-kneeling astride his lap. Her boneless little hands pressed against his chest in a show of feigned resistance.
“Little Brother Yan Zhen, let Sister wash you clean.”
Her sweet, dripping voice came with gentle strokes across his chest, nearly sending Yan Zhen’s soul flying.
—What a vixen. Her seduction skills utterly dominated Meng’er’s. By comparison, Meng’er’s clumsy attempts seemed adorably innocent.
He wrapped his arms around the flawless body in his lap, as if carved from beautiful jade, his hands caressing her smooth back. The sensation was silky and tender.
“You’ve worked so hard, Sister Ji Ya. I should be the one washing you.”
Ji Ya let out a soft moan, her cheeks flushing deeper. She cooed,
“My thoughtful Little Brother deserves a reward~”
She pecked his lips teasingly.
“A Little Brother who knows how to care for Sister is a good boy.”
Yan Zhen smiled faintly. Seeing her eyes grow ever more alluring, nearly dripping with desire, he stopped the back-and-forth and kissed her deeply.
Ji Ya’s body trembled lightly, as if startled, but she quickly responded. Her hands withdrew from between them to embrace his waist, her full breasts pressing against him. They could feel each other’s heartbeats.
Thump thump. Thump thump.
It was the dual rhythm of affection and desire.
Soon, the water in the barrel began to ripple and surge, sloshing over the rim onto the floor, leaving large wet patches.
After about the time it took to burn an incense stick, Yan Zhen carried Sister Ji Ya back to the bed. She nestled lazily in his arms and called out softly for Aunt Mu to bring Jin Tong and Yu Nu over.
Moments later, the Mystic-Robed Beauty arrived leading the twin sisters. They saw the Little Uncle sitting boldly at the bed’s edge like a king on his throne, while the Eldest Miss knelt behind him, massaging his shoulders. Half shy, half expectant, they stepped forward to take over the service.
