Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen: Meng Qiyan’s Temptation
With Si Jingzhu’s interruption, the atmosphere in the room seemed to lighten a bit.
Meng Qiyan continued her cheerful chatter with Zhang Xiaoying, although this time their voices had dropped significantly.
It was practically whispering now.
Young Master Sang was actually a bit curious about what these two women could be discussing.
But as soon as he moved a little closer, both women would glance at him with wariness.
“Husband, Aunt Yu has already prepared the bath for you; aren’t you going to soak?”
“Brother Sang, do you want to come over and chat with us?”
In response, Young Master Sang could only smile awkwardly and obediently shuffle off to the bath.
Once he left, Zhang Xiaoying pulled Meng Qiyan into her room.
After closing the door, both women looked visibly more relaxed.
“What is it that you don’t want Young Master Sang to hear, sister?”
“Shouldn’t it be you who has something to say to us?” Zhang Xiaoying said, gazing indifferently at Meng Qiyan.
“Indeed.”
Meng Qiyan sighed in relief and stretched lazily: “I thought this visit would be pretty tough. I even prepared myself for all sorts of difficulties and unreasonable demands.”
“Luckily… I see you don’t have that much hostility towards me.”
She sneakily glanced at Zhang Xiaoying.
“Still a bit,” Zhang Xiaoying blinked and slowly replied, “I know my husband is surrounded by beauty, and he’s not someone I can monopolize. I’m not that greedy.”
“But to say I don’t have any selfish thoughts at all would also be a lie.”
“… I still really want to have him to myself for a lifetime.”
Meng Qiyan looked down with a bit of sadness: “Sister saying that makes it hard for us younger sisters.”
“So.”
Zhang Xiaoying squinted her eyes slightly and said calmly, “If you want to accompany my husband in the future, you need my approval.”
“I can accept sharing my husband with someone. But I cannot accept just anyone getting close to him.”
Seeing the focus and seriousness in Zhang Xiaoying’s eyes, Meng Qiyan suddenly smiled.
“Sister, your possessiveness isn’t low at all.”
“But if sister asks if I’m qualified to be by my husband’s side…”
She suddenly leaned closer to Zhang Xiaoying, affectionately taking her hand, her cherry lips brushing against her ear as she whispered:
“I actually want to ask sister back.”
“Sister, with only yourself in your room… can you satisfy Young Master Sang?”
A tingling sensation shot through Zhang Xiaoying’s ear, causing her cheeks to instantly flush a lovely pink, and she was left embarrassed.
“W-what are you saying—”
“It’s quite obvious.”
Meng Qiyan said with a sly giggle, “Sister is indeed pure and beautiful, enchanting indeed. But too much purity feels a bit conservative.”
“I imagine in bed with my husband, you must not be that open, right… am I wrong?”
With every wink from Meng Qiyan’s delicate lashes, Zhang Xiaoying felt herself getting flustered, her gaze dropping as she mumbled.
“That’s nonsense… My husband, he’s always very satisfied, holding me closely and saying he’s very happy…”
“Being able to embrace your beloved naturally is a joyful thing.”
Meng Qiyan cozily leaned against her arm, continuing sweetly, “But as a wife, making my husband enjoy himself is also my duty.”
“Though happiness doesn’t neglect my husband’s hard work and daily toil…”
“… It requires enough joy and pleasure.” Her eyes sparkled with a red-hot allure.
Zhang Xiaoying couldn’t help but feel a little dumbfounded.
Actually, Meng Qiyan was right.
She still felt somewhat trapped by her inherent insecurity.
Plus, she had no experience at all, nearly completely oblivious to matters of bed.
So even though she and Young Master Sang had been functioning as husband and wife for a long time, it always felt like he was the one trying hard to accommodate and satisfy her.
Despite feeling exhausted yet ecstatic every time, she occasionally noticed the appreciative yet regretful expression on his face.
Zhang Xiaoying knew.
Relying solely on herself might indeed make it difficult for her husband to fully enjoy.
But she couldn’t bring herself to ask anyone else, and there was no one near to consult.
Yan Rouwan and the others were all inexperienced maidens, and Yu Xia was an ancient virgin.
It seemed everything had to be discovered slowly on her own, finding ways to make Young Master Sang happy.
Yet Young Master Sang was so gentle in nature.
He never seemed to want to push himself, never demanding anything, as long as he could enjoy his happiness.
This left Zhang Xiaoying feeling somewhat dejected and frustrated.
Overall, she prided herself on wanting to be a good wife and supportive companion to Young Master Sang.
But not even being able to make her husband fully satisfied during their intimate moments was, without a doubt, one of the greatest failures of her life.
Now, with Meng Qiyan suddenly bringing this matter to light, claiming she wasn’t moved at all was a lie.
But there was a bit of reluctance deep inside.
“I… I don’t know.”
Zhang Xiaoying lowered her head in confusion: “Can I really not satisfy my husband?”
“Well, it’s not entirely that way.”
Meng Qiyan said charmingly, pulling on Zhang Xiaoying’s arm and daintily saying, “Sister, you’re just too innocent. So when it comes to letting loose, you can’t quite manage to do it.”
“Unbeknownst to you, the most important thing in bed is to be freeing, to play big.”
“It’s all part of the couple’s fun, what’s there to be embarrassed about?”
Zhang Xiaoying fell silent, and Meng Qiyan seized the moment to press on: “Actually, in this matter, I can’t claim to be an expert either.”
“However… it’s always a good thing to have someone else to explore this together, right?”
“If sister doesn’t believe me…” She suddenly leaned closer, a sly grin on her face as she whispered in her ear.
“Tonight, I’ll accompany you, and let’s see how Young Master Sang feels?”
In an instant, Zhang Xiaoying’s face was aflame.
It felt as if all the blood in her body was boiling.
“W-what… how can this be?”
“Don’t you remember the promotion ceremony from a few days ago?”
Meng Qiyan chimed in sweetly: “Young Master Sang actually said with his own mouth that he enjoys dual cultivation.”
“Perhaps Young Master Sang secretly likes more adventurous, larger practices. But has been holding back for your feelings.”
“Doesn’t sister want to let Young Master Sang enjoy himself occasionally too?”
She locked eyes with Zhang Xiaoying.
Zhang Xiaoying’s sparkling gaze shifted between confusion and hesitation, but eventually, she seemed to have made a decision deep down.
“Maybe you have a point.”
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Xiaoying said seriously: “I should let my husband fully enjoy himself before he leaves on his trip.”
“Tonight, let’s see what skills you have, sister.”
Meng Qiyan’s smile grew even brighter.
She hugged Zhang Xiaoying tightly and affectionately rubbed her cheek against hers.
“Just knew sister was the most gentle.”
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