Eldest Senior Sister Became a Sensation After Being Blacklisted Online - Chapter 33

“A hot spring?” Song Cheng asked, her voice a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

Liu Zimang took two steps forward and wrapped her arm around Song Cheng’s neck, tilting her head slightly. Her gaze lingered on Song Cheng’s lips, where the honey-colored lipstick had smudged beyond its original boundaries. Glancing upward, she took in Song Cheng’s collagen-rich cheeks and clear, bright eyes, which stirred within her a hidden, forbidden desire.

“Song Cheng, how did you end up with such a face?” As she spoke, she couldn’t resist poking Song Cheng’s cheek, the soft, supple texture proving addictive. “It’s so fun to poke.”

Song Cheng reached out and firmly grasped Liu Zimang’s hand. “Ziman, stop teasing.”

“What’s wrong with teasing? Are you going to eat me or something?” Liu Zimang paused, then her smile widened. “Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t. After all, you’re… incapable.”

With that, she yanked her hand free and darted away, occasionally glancing back at Song Cheng.

Each backward glance felt like a deliberate provocation to Song Cheng.

Mocking my… inability.

Song Cheng unconsciously clenched her fists, her voice tinged with resentment. “Enjoy your moment of triumph for now. Just wait until I’m fully recovered. Hmph.” With that, she began to undress.

By the time she had changed and emerged from the room, Liu Zimang had already put on the cream-colored coat she had worn earlier, her hands tucked into the pockets as she leaned against a wooden pillar, watching Song Cheng with a warm smile.

Liu Zimang’s smile was like a gentle spring breeze, instantly dispelling all the frustration in Song Cheng’s heart, leaving only her in her vision.

Fine, I’ll forgive this Demon just this once.

Song Cheng approached Liu Zimang, and before she could even raise her hand, Liu Zimang naturally linked her arm through Song Cheng’s. This sight made Zhang Yux, who had just finished her business and rushed over, widen her eyes in surprise.

Zhang Yux repeatedly signaled them with her eyes, urging them to be more discreet.

Song Cheng and Liu Zimang exchanged a glance and tacitly ignored the warning.

Zhang Yux stomped her foot in frustration, but she couldn’t let her annoyance show on her face. Forced to maintain composure under the occasional curious glances, she offered an awkward smile.

Once they were in the car, Song Cheng and Liu Zimang both leaned back against their seats.

Song Cheng glanced at Liu Zimang’s high heels. She leaned forward and gently removed them from Liu Zimang’s feet. “These shoes are bad for your feet. Don’t wear them next time.”

Liu Zimang retorted firmly, “No way. I’m not tall enough. High heels make up for it.”

Song Cheng looked her up and down. “You’re nearly 1.7 meters tall. That’s not short.”

“So what if I’m 1.7 meters? There are plenty of people in the industry taller than me. If I give up high heels, what’s left of my reputation?” Liu Zimang glared at Song Cheng.

Song Cheng shook her head slightly. “Before worrying about your reputation, you should prioritize your own well-being. High heels might help you keep up with others, but ultimately, it’s your feet that suffer.”

Liu Zimang moved her lips as if to speak, but no words came out.

She understood the logic in Song Cheng’s words, just as she knew she could thrive even after leaving the Liu Family. Yet when it came to taking that crucial step, she found herself paralyzed.

The lack of love in her childhood had left her insecure and even somewhat self-conscious. If she lost face over such trivial matters, what would she have left?

Not hearing her response, Song Cheng glanced up at her again and sighed helplessly. “Then next time, choose a pair with shorter heels.”

Lost in her thoughts, Liu Zimang only snapped back to reality when she felt her foot being lifted. She lowered her gaze to see Song Cheng placing her foot on her own lap. To accommodate her, Song Cheng had left her seat and was now half-kneeling in the car.

“I’ll be as gentle as possible. Just try not to move,” Song Cheng said softly, gently massaging Liu Zimang’s reddened foot.

The sudden pressure made Liu Zimang involuntarily let out a soft “hmm,” her eyes never leaving Song Cheng’s face.

Song Cheng, so proud and aloof, is actually kneeling here to massage my foot?

Her heart felt as if a jar of honey had been overturned within it, sweetness flooding her senses. Two faint blushes crept onto her cheeks. Releasing her lightly bitten lip, she asked with hopeful anticipation, “You’ll always stay by my side, right?”

Without looking up, Song Cheng set down the massaged left foot and lifted Liu Zimang’s right leg onto her own lap, continuing the massage with the same careful technique. “Of course.”

With her response, Liu Zimang no longer feared anything. As long as Song Chengyuan remained by her side, what did it matter if she lost all dignity?

“Then I’ll listen to you. I won’t wear high heels to events anymore. I’ll wear whatever shoes are comfortable.”

Song Cheng set down her foot, shifted her body, and retrieved a pair of shoes Zhang Yux had prepared earlier from under the seat. After putting them on Liu Zimang, she straightened up with a slight stoop and returned to her seat. “That’s how it should be. Life is too short to spend it being so restrained. What’s the point?”

Liu Zimang scooted closer and rested her head on Song Cheng’s shoulder. “Yes, yes, yes. You’re the only one who truly understands life.” She casually picked up a stray strand of Song Cheng’s hair that had fallen across her shoulder and began toying with it. “Since you’re so enlightened, when are you going to rein in your temper? Did you threaten Lisa today?”

At the mention of Lisa, Song Cheng cleared her throat. “I just had a normal conversation with her. Haven’t you noticed I’ve been a bit more restrained lately?”

Hearing this, Liu Zimang paused her fiddling with Song Cheng’s hair and thought back over Song Cheng’s recent behavior. She shook her head slightly. “Not really.”

In truth, now that Song Cheng had pointed it out, she did sense that Song Cheng had indeed been a bit more restrained.

Why had Song Cheng suddenly changed her behavior?

Song Cheng tilted her head slightly, doubted herself for a moment, then dismissed the question from her mind.

After speaking with Lisa, Zhang Yux opened the car door only to find the two women treating her as if she were invisible, not even sparing her a glance. Her lips twitched slightly. Where had the woman who had been shouting and cursing Song Cheng as a scumbag last night gone?

Ha, women—especially women in love—can’t be trusted.

“Manager Zhang, did you forget something?” Lisa asked from behind, noticing Zhang Yux lingering by the car door.

Zhang Yux forced a smile and shook her head, instinctively pulling the car door slightly closed to prevent Lisa from seeing the two women cuddling inside.

If Lisa saw them, there would be no explaining it away.

The two involved parties might not care, but their fans would never accept it.

If news of this got out, both of their careers in the entertainment industry could come to an abrupt end.

Suppressing her thoughts, she said, “My leg cramped up for a moment, but it’s fine now. Goodbye, Director Lisa!” With that, she raised the hand holding her phone and waved at Lisa.

As soon as Lisa passed, she hurried into the car, patting her chest. “You two are going to give me a heart attack with your recklessness,” she muttered, settling into a seat in the back row. “Seriously, can’t you be more discreet in public? Zhao Q and I are family, so it’s fine if we see you, but what would others think? What rumors would spread?”

Liu Zimang stiffened slightly, but the thought of her plan calmed her nerves. “People will talk no matter what. We can’t control them. Besides, it might not be all bad. They might just assume Song Cheng and I are close friends.”

Zhang Yux rolled her eyes and threw up her hands. “Fine, I can’t argue with you. Just remember, if you want to keep chasing your Oscar dreams, you need to be more careful.”

Liu Zimang mumbled, “I know.”

Sensing her displeasure, Song Cheng glared at Zhang Yux.

Zhang Yux turned slightly to argue, but when she met Song Cheng’s dark gaze, she swallowed her retort and faced away.

After returning to the hotel to change, she and Liu Zimang headed to the hot spring resort booked by Lisa.

As they entered the lobby, a row of neatly arranged bamboo huts came into view, a stark contrast to the modern architecture outside. The scene evoked a sense of returning to nature, a tranquil escape into the mountains. Even before stepping into the water, their minds and bodies began to unwind.

Following the staff member, they walked down the corridor to the bamboo hut.

“Please enjoy your stay,” the staff member said before leaving.

Now alone, Song Cheng and Liu Zimang could freely examine the hut’s layout.

“Very minimalist,” Song Cheng concluded after surveying the room’s arrangement.

“Let’s go soak in the hot spring,” Song Cheng said, taking Liu Zimang’s hand and leading her deeper into the hut.

To ensure privacy, the hot spring was located in the inner chamber of the bamboo hut, roughly eighty square meters in size. Seeing the faint steam rising from the water, Song Cheng felt a surge of anticipation. She quickly changed and led Liu Zimang to the edge of the spring.

Testing the water with her foot to confirm it wasn’t too hot, Song Cheng turned to Liu Zimang. “The water near the edge is shallower and cooler,” she explained, pointing to the center of the spring. “See how much steam is rising over there? The water must be quite hot.”

Liu Zimang nodded slightly, carefully gripping the handrail as she entered the hot spring. With Song Cheng’s help, she settled into a corner on the left side.

Once Liu Zimang was settled, Song Cheng forced herself to look away from her. She swam swiftly to the opposite side of the spring, as if fleeing. Yet even then, her mind remained filled with Liu Zimang’s graceful figure and skin as smooth as jade, every detail deeply captivating her.

She was afraid, afraid of losing control again.

But that little demon, Liu Zimang, insisted on coming to her, chasing after her in the water and wrapping her arms tightly around Song Cheng from behind, pressing her body intimately against hers. Even her hands were restless, tracing circles on Song Cheng’s abdomen. “Why can’t you just let go?” she murmured.

Song Cheng endured all this for a while, but then the demon kissed her back.

That soft touch completely shattered her restraint. She reached out and pulled Liu Zimang around, cradling the demon’s hips in her hands and lifting her halfway onto her waist. With a hint of punishment, she pressed her lips against Liu Zimang’s delicate mouth, claiming it in a deep, possessive kiss.

“Mmm…” A single, involuntary sound escaped Liu Zimang’s lips.

Hearing this, Song Cheng grew even more aroused. Panting slightly, she broke away from the demon’s mouth and moved to the left, biting down on Liu Zimang’s earlobe.

The sudden, tingling sensation made Liu Zimang tighten her grip around Song Cheng’s neck. Her voice lost control as she let out a soft, seductive moan. “Song… Song Cheng, you…”

The burning heat radiating from Song Cheng both frightened and thrilled her. After much deliberation, Liu Zimang still found Song Cheng’s excuses too flimsy and decided to try one last time.

If Song Cheng could restrain herself even under these circumstances, it meant either she didn’t love Liu Zimang or wasn’t sexually attracted to her, or she truly had some unspeakable medical condition.

Song Cheng’s reaction to her ruled out the first possibility, leaving only the latter.

But what kind of hidden ailment could prevent Song Cheng from touching her?

Song Cheng remained silent, the exhaustion radiating from her body a clear warning that she couldn’t continue. Any further and she’d collapse.

Liu Zimang cursed inwardly, clutching the Demon in her arms as she waded toward the shore.

“Song Cheng, you’re hiding something from me. I can overlook other matters, but this concerns your health. You must tell me,” Liu Zimang said sternly, her eyes fixed on Song Cheng, determined not to miss a flicker of emotion.