Chapter 19: Living Off Her Is Wonderful!

“Which hand, Ms. Ye?” Ling Shuang asked coolly.

“Whichever one he used to take liberties with me!” Ye Junyao said through clenched teeth.

Ling Shuang flexed her hands and approached. Qin Dong stared. “Ms. Ye, you’re serious?”

Ye Junyao folded her arms. “Did you think you could get away with it?”

“Forgive me, Mr. Qin,” Ling Shuang said with a faint smile. She moved like a leopard, reaching for his right shoulder. She held back, intending only to teach him a lesson.

Qin Dong slipped aside and caught her wrist. Surprise flashed in her eyes. “You have some skill. No wonder you beat Zhao Kuo.”

She twisted free and struck with a series of short-range Wing Chun palm strikes. Qin Dong raised a fist to counter, then hesitated. He was much stronger now and didn’t yet control his strength well; he might seriously hurt her. He pulled his punch.

Ling Shuang seized the opening and swept his legs. Qin Dong lost his balance and fell into her. She was too close to dodge. He grabbed for support, caught her around the waist, and touched her chest; his hand instinctively squeezed once.

Ye Junyao stared. He had taken liberties with her outside, and now with Ling Shuang too?

Ling Shuang looked down, stunned. Then her face burned with anger. She had held back to avoid hurting him, and he had touched her like that!

Realizing what had happened, Qin Dong snatched his hands away and backed up. “I didn’t mean to. Let me explain…”

“Explain? I’ll kill you!” Ling Shuang took a Wing Chun stance, furious.

“Stop!” Ye Junyao called. Ling Shuang halted, though she continued glaring at him.

“He probably didn’t do it on purpose,” Ye Junyao told her. Then she turned to Qin Dong. “We’ll let it go this time. If you ever take liberties with either of us again…” Her look made the consequences clear.

Qin Dong touched his nose. “You misunderstand. I’m a gentleman—”

“Be quiet. I asked you here because I intend to give you this villa.”

He stared. “What? It’s worth more than forty million yuan!”

“Do you want it or not?”

He studied her suspiciously. “Why are you suddenly so good to me? Are you plotting something?”

Though they had slept together twice and registered their marriage, they had no real feelings for each other. Ye Junyao had always seemed cool and rational; even with their fake-marriage agreement, such an expensive gift was hard to explain.

She rolled her eyes. “What could you possibly have that I want?”

“What if you want my kidneys?”

She remembered what had happened in the villa and flushed slightly. “Grandpa told me to give it to you to thank you for saving his life.”

“Then yes, absolutely!” His eyes brightened. “Will you two live here with me?”

Living with two beautiful women would be pleasant, even if he did nothing but look at them.

“Dream on, pervert,” Ling Shuang said.

“We won’t live with you,” Ye Junyao added. “The villa is yours to occupy alone, but I have three conditions.”

Disappointed, he nodded. “Go on.”

“First, keep yourself clean. I don’t want to smell stinky feet, body odor, or even a liver-like stink when I visit. Second, the primary bedroom on the third floor belongs to Ling Shuang and me. Even though we won’t live here, you may not enter or touch our things. Third, no women other than relatives may stay overnight.”

“Any objections?”

“Those are easy. None.”

Her expression softened. “Then I’ll arrange to transfer the villa to your name in a few days. If you’re free tomorrow morning, come see Grandpa with me.”

She placed a set of keys and an access card on the coffee table. “Everything you need is here. Ling Shuang, let’s go.”

She left without looking back. Ling Shuang gave Qin Dong one last fierce glare before following her.

Qin Dong dropped onto the leather sofa and put his legs on the coffee table. A mansion worth over forty million, given to him just like that?

A serious question occurred to him. “Am I living off a woman?”

He frowned. “No. How can a grown man like me live off a woman?”

He surveyed the luxurious furnishings and the expensive crystal chandelier overhead. “Oh, this is wonderful. Who needs pride?”