Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Chapter 277 Deepening the Sisterly Bond

In the orphanage's kitchen, which is less than 15 square meters, six women whose combined net worth is enough to shake half of the entertainment industry are currently crammed into this small space.

The scent of expensive perfume was mixed with the aroma of flour and minced meat.

Tang Yingxue rolled up the sleeves of her six-figure purple trench coat to her elbows and pressed the dough hard in the stainless steel basin with both hands.

White flour clung to her delicate cheeks. She usually didn't even know which way the kitchen door faced, but now she was putting in all her effort to impress Jiang Fan.

Just as Tang Yingxue was secretly pleased with the dough gradually taking shape, Gu Qingqiu silently stood behind her.

The two were very close when Gu Qingqiu suddenly reached out and his fingertips precisely pinched the soft flesh on Tang Yingxue's side.

Tang Yingxue shuddered, and the dough in her hand almost flew out of the bowl.

She whirled around, lowered her voice, and glared at the other person through gritted teeth: "Gu Qingqiu, what are you doing!"

Gu Qingqiu didn't let go; instead, her fingers tightened slightly as she gently kneaded that extremely sensitive area through the thin fabric of her trench coat.

"Chairman Tang, dough isn't kneaded like that." Gu Qingqiu leaned down slightly, whispering in her ear, "Would you like me to teach you? Like that night...?"

boom.

Tang Yingxue's cheeks flushed red.

Memories flooded back to the large bed in the Gu family manor. That night, Gu Qingqiu had also held her down in the same way, wantonly playing with her.

Tang Yingxue turned her head to glare at Gu Qingqiu, only to meet a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but were not, full of possessiveness.

Her arrogance crumbled instantly; she was no match for this crazy woman.

He could only grit his teeth, turn his head away with a flushed face and continue kneading the dough, daring not to speak out against his anger.

On the other side of the cutting board.

Song Siyi and Shen Nian were the quickest to react.

The rolling pin spun rapidly in Song Siyi's hands, producing one evenly thick dumpling wrapper after another.

Shen Nian's fingers flew across the paper, and one by one, plump and round dumplings were neatly arranged on the bamboo mat.

In contrast, Su Yuyan and Xu Qingya appeared clumsy.

The dumplings that Su Yuyan made all had their filling spilled out, while the ones that Xu Qingya made were oddly shaped, like little dough balls.

Jiang Fan leaned against the kitchen door frame, arms crossed over his chest.

Looking at these women who are usually aloof and bossy, now showing signs of being down-to-earth for him.

This stark contrast is even more intense than conquering them directly in bed.

Fang Xiulan carried a basin of washed cabbage into the kitchen.

She watched the group of top beauties bustling around the stove, then glanced at Jiang Fan, who was leaning against the door like a grandpa.

Fang Xiulan sighed and cursed inwardly: What a tragedy.

The water in the big pot has boiled.

The dumplings are put into the pot, steaming hot.

When they came out of the pot, most of them had broken skin and came in all sorts of strange shapes.

But when several large plates of steaming dumplings were served on the old wooden table in the yard, the more than thirty children burst into enthusiastic cheers.

Six women stood around the table, watching the children wolf down their food. The rivalry in their eyes slowly faded, and they took the initiative to pick up their chopsticks and serve the children food.

Jiang Fan carried a bowl of dumplings and sat down on the steps in the courtyard.

A night breeze blew by, swirling up a few fallen leaves, and the courtyard was filled with a warm and lively atmosphere.

Jiang Fan picked up a dumpling with a broken skin and put it in his mouth.

The suffocating feeling of being in a car accident and falling into a river in my past life overlaps with the lively atmosphere of this moment in my mind.

From the life-or-death countdown on the first day of his journey to now having capital in his hands and surrounded by women.

Looking at the night sky, he felt a long-lost peace and contentment.

At 8 p.m., everyone prepared to leave.

Su Yuyan, Xu Qingya, and Tang Yingxue each walked towards their respective luxury cars.

The sound of engines rose one after another, and headlights tore through the night in the suburbs as they drove away from the welfare home.

Shen Nian arrived by taxi. She stood by the roadside, preparing to walk towards Jiang Fan's SUV.

A pure black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided silently and came to a smooth stop in front of her.

The rear door was pushed open.

Gu Qingqiu sat inside, her red lips slightly parted: "Get in the car, I'll give you a ride."

Shen Nian was startled, like a frightened little rabbit, and waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no need, Chairman Gu, I'll just ride in Jiang Fan's car."

Gu Qingqiu didn't give her a chance to refuse.

She leaned forward and grabbed Shen Nian's wrist.

Shen Nian let out a short gasp as she was half-pushed and half-pulled into the spacious back seat of the Rolls-Royce.

"Click." The car door locked shut.

Jiang Fan stood beside the SUV and saw this scene from afar.

He frowned and strode over: "Gu Qingqiu, don't do anything rash."

Gu Qingqiu lowered the car window halfway. She stuck out the tip of her tongue and gently licked her red lips, her eyes alluring.

"What's the big deal, Boss Jiang?" Gu Qingqiu looked at Jiang Fan, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I just thought Shen Nian was cute and wanted to 'deepen our sisterly bond' on the way. I won't do anything inappropriate."

The car window rolled up.

The Rolls-Royce let out a deep roar and drove straight into the night.

Jiang Fan opened the car door, started the SUV, and stepped on the gas to catch up.

The rear seats of a Rolls-Royce are extremely spacious.

The soundproof partition between the front and rear rows has been raised, turning the back seat into an absolutely private room.

Shen Nian huddled in the corner by the car door, clutching her clothes tightly with both hands, not daring to look at Gu Qingqiu.

Gu Qingqiu took off her belted coat and threw it aside.

She was wearing a black, fitted bodycon dress today, her legs crossed, her gaze fixed intently on Shen Nian.

"Afraid of me?" Gu Qingqiu asked, her voice unusually clear in the quiet carriage.

Shen Nian kept her head down and didn't reply.

Gu Qingqiu chuckled softly and moved closer to her.

With nowhere to retreat, Shen Nian could only press her back tightly against the car door.

Gu Qingqiu extended her slender fingers and lifted Shen Nian's chin.

"Sister Shen Nian, why are you hiding?" Gu Qingqiu's voice was very gentle.

Shen Nian was forced to raise her head and meet Gu Qingqiu's aggressive eyes.

"I...I didn't." Shen Nian's voice trembled.

Gu Qingqiu's fingers slid down Shen Nian's chin, across her slender neck, and stopped at her collarbone.

"That night, you weren't this afraid of me." Gu Qingqiu leaned closer, her breath brushing against Shen Nian's cheek. "Do you remember how warm my palms were?"

Shen Nian's face instantly turned bright red.

"Chairman Gu, please don't do this..." Shen Nian tried to push Gu Qingqiu's hand away.

Gu Qingqiu grabbed Shen Nian's wrist and pressed her down onto the leather seat.

"Call me 'sister'."

Shen Nian bit her lip, her eyes reddening.

Gu Qingqiu's other hand reached inside the edge of Shen Nian's coat.

"Not calling?"

"Sister... Sister." Shen Nian's voice was choked with sobs.

Gu Qingqiu smiled with satisfaction. She released Shen Nian's wrist and pulled her into her arms.

"That's a good girl." Gu Qingqiu's fingers traced over Shen Nian's back.

Outside the rear window, the high beams of the SUV shone directly in.

The glaring light shone on Gu Qingqiu's profile.