Chapter 126: If You Bloom, the Butterflies Will Come

"Hmm... Brother Qian... why did you stop... keep going..."

Murong Xue opened her hazy eyes and hugged Ren Qian’s head. Because her fingers were buried deep in his hair, it was quite disheveled.

Her own dark tresses were messy as well, some damp strands clinging to her chest and others to the nape of her neck. The bathrobe she had been wearing was long ago pressed beneath them. She sat astride Ren Qian, feeling the heavy, ragged breathing emanating from beneath her.

"Are you really serious about this?"

"I am truly serious!"

"Have you thought it through?"

"I have!"

"Well, I have thought it through too. Put your clothes on! Quickly! Don't look at me! I'm counting to ten! Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven!"

"I'm putting them on..."

Murong Xue was somewhat frightened by this version of Ren Qian; he felt like a cold, unfeeling stranger.

However, she did not move, continuing to lean into him. She refused to believe that he would not eat the meat served right to his lips. Moreover, she considered her body sufficiently alluring; if she were to act even more suggestive, it would be even harder for any man to resist.

"Do you know why I pulled you up from the 'Artistic Siege' project? Because I thought you had potential, you were hardworking, and you were a resilient girl. That agent was mocking you in silence right beside you, yet you persisted. But you have forgotten your original intention!"

"In a person's life, the most terrifying thing is to lose one's true self. Do you think relying on a good man is enough? It is not. Today, I can cheat behind Wen Run's back; tomorrow, I could cheat behind yours... Do you understand? Men cannot be relied upon... just like me... I am no exception to the norm..."

"What you should be doing is not racking your brains to seduce me, nor trying to bind me with your body. And honestly, do you think using your body to shackle a man's heart is reliable? If you strive to enrich yourself, you will find an excellent man who will love your burning soul. That will be the good man who can truly spend a lifetime with you."

"Let me leave you with this: If you bloom, the butterflies will come on their own."

"Get dressed. Go back, get some rest, and forget about tonight... Keep working hard. I wish your new album great success!"

After he finished speaking, all of Ren Qian’s impulses receded like a tide. Looking at Murong Xue again, although she was barely covered, she had lost the seductive power that had been so tempting just moments ago.

"Do you think Brother Qian is right, Murong Xue?"

"He is!"

Murong Xue nodded and walked into the bathroom just like that.

In truth, she had desperately hoped Ren Qian would call her back, for she had already made her position clear: she was his to command. She would never interfere in the lives of Ren Qian and Sister Wen Run; if Ren Qian needed her, she could provide what Wen Run could not...

Yet, until she closed the bathroom door, Ren Qian did not say another word.

"Remember what I said: if you bloom, the butterflies will come. Don't go out of your way to please anyone. Look at Wen Run; she's busy with her own affairs at Gunshi right now, she doesn't keep tabs on me, yet I still think of her constantly."

"If I had a vase-like woman by my side, I definitely wouldn't have been able to control myself tonight... Your beauty is enough, but you still lack the finesse to handle men. You should learn more from Wen Run..." Ren Qian said with a smile.

He suddenly began to admire "Nizi." Even though she wasn't by his side, she could keep him restrained, even remotely controlling his will and pulling him back from the cliff of infidelity...

Reflecting on the days he had spent with her, it seemed she hadn't done anything particularly seductive—just being occasionally sexy, sometimes cute, sometimes intellectual, and sometimes fiery... And the occasional benefit she gave him, leaving him yearning for more...

Thinking about it this way, Nizi really was a charming girl...

After seeing Murong Xue off and having his private driver take her home, Ren Qian stripped off his messy clothes, ducked into the shower, and turned on the cold water, letting it wash over him fiercely.

Water and fire are incompatible. Should he use his hand? No, his twenty-year accumulation must be reserved entirely for the Nurse Sister. He would lie in wait a little longer; once he finally conquered the Nurse Sister, he would let her enjoy it properly. As the saying goes, a gentleman "hides his weapon and waits for the right moment."

Sigh, he felt like every phrase turned vulgar in his mouth. Whatever...

The next day, Ren Qian was in a terrible state. Between the teasing from the Nurse Sister and the incident with Murong Xue, he had been sleepless all night.

His father-in-law's concert tour was officially on the schedule, and Ren Qian had to appear as a guest. On one hand, it was to support his father-in-law; on the other, it helped boost his own popularity. After a busy morning at the Broadcast and Television Bureau, he had to rush to Gunshi in the evening.

This time, he brought a song specifically prepared for his father-in-law and Aunt Feifei.

...

"The golden son-in-law has arrived. Oh my, the Nurse Sister wasn't home to keep you company yesterday—did you feel lonely?" Aunt Feifei teased with a smile. After learning last night that Ren Qian’s pet name for Wen Run was "Nurse Sister," she and the father-in-law had laughed for a long time. Those two little ones were just too affectionate! Nurse Sister, Brother Qian—a perfect golden boy and jade girl, absolutely inseparable.

Ren Qian: "..."

*Showing no respect for their seniority.* Did they think only they were allowed to flaunt their love all day, while he and the Nurse Sister couldn't have a normal romance? Seriously!

He took out a sheet of manuscript paper, on which the four characters "Because of Love" were clearly written.

"What kind of song is it? Let us take a look; I'm so excited."

"It's all thanks to the Nurse Sister's 'sacrifice,' otherwise where would we find such a good golden son-in-law? This song alone is worth at least four million!"

The diva aunt kept winking at Wen Run, her teasing intent clear. Although the Nurse Sister was usually dignified, she showed her girlish side now, rolling her eyes repeatedly.

"I bid five million."

"I bid six million."

"I bid seven million."

"I bid eight million."

Ren Qian: "..."

"Sigh, this song is actually quite good."

"Giving you an old CD, to let you look at our love. Sometimes I suddenly forget that I still love you..."

The father-in-law suddenly cleared his throat, then, using his charming vocal range, sang those deep, soulful lyrics and melody. After singing, he smiled confidently at the diva aunt.

"Can no longer sing such songs; hearing them makes one blush and shy away. Although I often forget that I still... love... you..."

Aunt Feifei opened her mouth and continued to sing, her ethereal voice as fresh as a young girl's. Although she was nearing forty, her voice had been exceptionally well-preserved.

Aunt Feifei gazed deeply at the father-in-law: "Because of love, one won't easily feel sorrow~"

The father-in-law stroked Aunt Feifei's cheek, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear: "So everything is the appearance of happiness~"

...

"I can't take it anymore, I can't take it! From last night to this afternoon, I've been tortured to death! Showing off their love all day long, it's endless!"

The Nurse Sister kept rolling her eyes, then rested her head against Ren Qian’s chest with a giggle, as if he could shield her from the damage.

"Do you want to learn? I can teach you step-by-step. When the time comes, we’ll release our version on the father-in-law and mother-in-law's playlist... and show them a thing or two right back."