Affection System: I have everything the goddess wants.

Liu Yan rolled over, lying on her back, looking at the ceiling, her tone filled with a girlish longing:

"He's really good at chatting and knows all sorts of tricks to please girls."

I sent you photos. He's an excellent photographer, plays the piano, sings, and can even paint—did you see the photos? Aren't they amazing?

Wen Ya thought of that oil painting, and the portrait Cao Xu had drawn for Liu Yan on the train, and a feeling she couldn't quite describe welled up inside her.

She nodded: "Yes, this is the first time I've known he can draw."

"So," Liu Yan turned to look at her, analyzing earnestly:

"I think it's impossible for him to be alone."

Other women aren't blind. They're already in high demand because they're beautiful and rich. They can also chat, provide emotional support, and are multi-talented.

Isn't this just like the flesh of Tang Sanzang?

Which female demon wouldn't want to take a bite when she sees this?

I can't imagine how happy I could be living with him.

Wen Ya looked into Liu Yan's bright eyes, remained silent for a few seconds, and then spoke, her voice lower than before:

"If you've already figured out he might have other women, why did you still choose to be with him?"

Without hesitation, Liu Yan replied, "Being with him is definitely intoxicating. He's not married, so of course I have to try my best."

I have a good figure, I'm beautiful, I come from a good family, I'm not bad in terms of emotional intelligence or IQ, and I'm good at providing emotional value to men. I'm no worse than anyone else, so why can't I compete with others?

Auntie, are you right?

After listening, Wenya remained silent for a long while.

"I introduced you to each other in the first place because I was afraid you would go astray," Wenya said softly.

"I saw you chatting with a lot of people, and I'm afraid you're just idle and being led astray, turning into the kind of person who gets tattoos, goes to nightclubs, and has promiscuous sex."

If you develop some bad habits, your whole life will be ruined.

There are many people in society who specifically target rich girls like you to set traps.

That's why I contacted Cao Xu and met with you to figure out what you're really up to.

She paused for a moment, then continued, "As for how things will develop between you two, I didn't expect it at first."

Liu Yan was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting that her aunt's original intention in introducing Cao Xu was this.

"If you really think he's highly skilled, I still advise you to get away as soon as possible to avoid getting hurt later." Wen Ya's tone was sincere, carrying the genuine concern of an elder.

Liu Yan was silent for a few seconds, then whispered, "Actually, some guys are pursuing me, and I don't want to accept them, but I also want to enjoy their attention. Isn't that a bit scummy?"

She paused for a moment, then argued, "But Auntie, you introduced me to Cao Xu, and you even mediated our conflict. Why are you telling me to get out of this situation as soon as possible?"

Wenya looked at her and said calmly, "I think he is very outstanding, but I also think he may not be a good match in the traditional sense."

"You are, after all, family, so of course I have to advise you to think it over carefully."

After listening, Liu Yan lowered her head and thought for a while, then raised her head, her expression becoming more serious than before.

"Don't worry, Auntie. No matter who he is, even a prodigal son can change his ways."

I am his destiny, I am his soulmate. I will make him fall at my feet and obediently stay at home to do my laundry and cook for me, becoming a stay-at-home husband.

As she got more into it, she couldn't help but laugh herself.

Wenya was amused by her and shook her head: "Nonsense, how could someone like him be like that?"

"Can't a person even fantasize about it?" Liu Yan said matter-of-factly.

Wen Ya turned her head to look at her, her tone slightly teasing: "You could like that kind of honest man who stays home, does laundry, cooks, and takes care of the kids?"

"Then I'll find a few more!"

Liu Yan counted on her fingers, "I want to find a domineering CEO to take me to all kinds of high-end occasions, a domestic guy to take care of the housework, and a romantic and dashing guy to take me out to play every day."

Wen Ya replied expressionlessly, "Find another strong and healthy one, so you can't get out of bed every day."

Liu Yan's face flushed instantly, and she pushed her away, saying, "Oh, Auntie, what are you saying! I don't want to!"

Wenya turned over so her back was facing away from her: "Go to sleep, you can have anything in your dreams."

Liu Yan pressed closer, whispering against Wen Ya's back, "Auntie, does my uncle often keep you in bed?"

Wenya pinched her back: "You brat, go to sleep."

"Let's chat a little longer, it's been so many years since I slept with you," Liu Yan mumbled, her voice carrying a coquettish nasal tone.

Wenya ignored her, pulled the blanket over her shoulder, and closed her eyes.

Liu Yan was still babbling on and on beside her, her voice growing softer and softer until it finally turned into a series of even, long breaths.

Wenya closed her eyes and waited for a while before slowly opening them.

She listened to the sounds beside her.

Liu Yan was fast asleep, breathing evenly, her face buried in the pillow, one hand still resting on Wen Ya's waist, her fingertips loosely clutching the fabric of her pajamas.

Wen Ya gently lifted the blanket, removed Liu Yan's hand from her waist, and placed it on the pillow.

Her movements were very light, almost making no sound.

Barefoot on the slightly cool floor, she reached for her phone on the bedside table, glanced at the time, and saw it was past midnight.

She walked barefoot out of the master bedroom and gently closed the door behind her.

Wenya didn't turn on the lights. Using the light from the streetlight seeping in through the living room window, she walked to the entrance, picked up the dark long trench coat hanging there, and draped it over her shoulders.

He took out his own phone, opened Cao Xu's chat window, and typed a message: "I'm out."

She put away her phone, gently opened the front door, and slipped into the building.

The voice-activated light did not turn on.

She stood in the dark stairwell, her back against the cold wall, wearing that long trench coat, waiting quietly.

A short while later, the door to room 602 opened a crack.

Warm yellow light leaked through the crack in the door, spreading a small patch of light on the ground.

Cao Xu emerged from the light, holding a silk scarf in his hand.

He gently closed the door, turned around and walked to the stairwell, where he stood in front of Wenya.

Wen Ya glanced down at the silk scarf in his hand, then looked up at his face, her tone tinged with curiosity: "What's this?"

Cao Xu said casually, "I'll show you a hundred ways to tie a knot."

Wen Ya leaned against the wall, turned her head to look at him, and her eyes held an indescribable smile: "No wonder Yan Yan said you are so talented."

Cao Xu took a step forward, looked down at her, and suddenly said, "I can guess what it is just by looking at your long trench coat."

Wen Ya tilted her head, a playful gesture typical of young girls: "You're wrong, this is different from the underground parking garage."

"Oh?" Cao Xu raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling on the collar of her trench coat, his tone carrying a hint of disbelief.

Wen Ya did not avoid his gaze, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly. The smile was faint, but it carried a tacit understanding that only the two of them could understand.

Cao Xu didn't believe it and went to check it out himself.

He took out some cigarettes, which turned out to be all white cigarettes.

Wenya leaned against the wall, neither dodging nor moving, but simply turned her head away, burying half her face in the darkness, her ears glowing faintly red in the dim light.

The motion-activated lights in the stairwell are still not on.

In the darkness, only the sound of their intertwined breathing and the faint rustling of ribbons being tied could be heard.

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