Golden Temptation – A Yuri Story - Chapter 7

Jing Xuan drove Lan Qing back to the hotel, but she was deep in thought, plotting how to make her stay with Jing a bit longer. After seeing Jing Xuan again, Lan Qing had made up her mind—this time, she would let Jing know how she truly felt. She was certain Jing Xuan had feelings for her too, and she wanted to be by her side.

“Brother Jing Xuan,” she said softly, glancing at her from the passenger seat, “I don’t want to go back to the hotel tonight.”

Jing Xuan, focused on the road, turned to look at her with a smile. “Oh? Then where do you want to go?”

Lan Qing hesitated for a moment, then, as if finally making a firm decision, replied with determination, “I want to stay at your place tonight. Can you take me there?”

Jing Xuan blinked in surprise and brought the car to a halt at the red light. She turned to face her. “You want to stay at my place? Tonight?”

Lan Qing responded in mock annoyance, “Why not? You’re the one who offered before. Or are you hiding something you don’t want me to find out?”

Her playful tone made Jing Xuan chuckle. She made a mock-suffering face. “Why would I not welcome you? What could I possibly be hiding, you little troublemaker?” she teased, reaching out to affectionately pinch her nose.

Lan Qing slapped her hand away with a laugh. “You never know! Maybe you’ve got a mistress stashed away at home.”

Jing Xuan laughed even louder. “You’ve been spending too much time with Shuangji. That’s exactly the kind of nonsense she’d say! But who knows, maybe I will have a mistress at my place someday.”

Lan Qing pouted. “How dare you!”

She smirked. “Jealous already? Don’t worry, the only person I’ll be hiding in my golden house is you, Miss Lan Qing. I’ve got nothing to hide. If you want to come, let’s go.”

With a graceful turn of the steering wheel, Jing Xuan made a U-turn, the car gliding in a smooth arc toward her home. Lan Qing, though pretending to sulk, was secretly thrilled.

When they arrived, Jing Xuan opened the door for her. “There are slippers in the left side of the shoe cabinet.”

Lan Qing slipped into them and strolled inside, taking in her surroundings with a smile. “Your place is really nice, Brother Jing Xuan. I like it!”

Jing Xuan grinned. “Glad to hear that. Let me show you your room.”

Lan Qing blinked. “Can I see your room instead?”

“Sure, come on.”

Jing Xuan’s bedroom matched the aesthetic of the rest of the house—simple, elegant, and refined. It was sparsely furnished: a large bed, a recliner, shelves filled with books and CDs, and a private bathroom and dressing room. One side opened to a small balcony with a stunning view of the river and distant green mountains.

Lan Qing inhaled deeply, catching the subtle scent of jasmine that lingered in the air—Jing Xuan’s favorite flower, which she said symbolized purity and elegance.

“I’m staying in your room tonight!” she announced boldly.

“I already had a guest room prepared for you.”

“I don’t care. I’m sleeping here!”

“Fine,” Jing Xuan said, feigning exasperation. “I’ll sleep in the guest room.”

“No! I want to sleep with you.”

“We’re not kids anymore. There’s a difference between men and women.”

Lan Qing scoffed. “As if I don’t know you. You really think of yourself as a guy?”

Jing Xuan’s expression shifted slightly, a shadow passing over her features. “There are things you don’t understand.”

Lan Qing immediately sensed she had touched a nerve. Her heart ached as she moved closer and gently embraced her. “I’m sorry, Brother Jing Xuan. I didn’t mean that. I know things haven’t been easy for you all these years. Forgive me?”

Jing Xuan hugged her back tightly and stroked her hair. “It’s okay. I’m not blaming you. We’ve only just reunited—let’s not get upset. Silly girl! You just got off a flight today, you must be hungry. I’ll cook something for us, okay?”

Lan Qing nodded in her arms. Though she didn’t want to let go, she eventually pulled away.

“There are bathrobes in the cabinet in the bathroom. Go shower while I start cooking. What would you like to eat?”

Lan Qing thought mischievously. “Indian paratha!”

“Miss, that’s quite the request!”

“I want to experience your Singapore life!”

“Alright, alright. Just wait, you little glutton.”

Lan Qing went to the bathroom, only to find a pile of clothes on the floor. She picked one up and realized it was a set of women’s casual clothes—small in size, and the top’s collar was torn. Jing Xuan definitely couldn’t fit into it.

Her imagination ran wild. Could she really have a woman living here? Torn clothes left on the bathroom floor? What happened…?

She finished her shower still full of questions. Clutching the clothes, she stepped out and leaned against the doorway, watching Jing Xuan move gracefully around the dining table, setting out dishes. The warmth of the moment made her forget her suspicion for a second.

Just as she was about to sneak up and startle her, Jing Xuan turned around with a teasing smile. “You’re done? Perfect—dinner’s ready!” She ushered her to a chair.

She had seen Lan Qing standing there the whole time and couldn’t resist playing with her.

“You’re hiding something,” she accused.

“Hmm? What do you mean?”

“Then explain this.” Lan Qing held out the torn clothes.

Jing Xuan blinked, momentarily confused—until she remembered. “Oh, that… those are Qiao Fei’s. I forgot she left them here.”

Lan Qing narrowed her eyes. “You said you didn’t have any women here. But her clothes are torn. What did you do to her?”

Jing Xuan burst into laughter. “You have such a wild imagination—it’s no wonder you’re a designer! Those belonged to a friend I helped out. She was in trouble.”

She explained how she had rescued Qiao Fei, though she tactfully left out the depth of her feelings for her.

“Now you understand,” she said gently. “Actually… can I ask you for a favor?”

“What is it?”

“Can you fix the clothes and return them for me when there’s a chance?”

“Sure—but only after dinner! I’m starving!”

“Of course! Miss Lan Qing, please have a seat while I serve you!”

Lan Qing couldn’t help but laugh at her over-the-top manners. Her doubts faded in the warmth of Jing’s presence.

“What’s this? Where’s my paratha?” she asked, inspecting the food.

“You said you wanted to experience my Singapore life, right? This is Singaporean-style duck rice—plus my own homemade version of paratha. Try it and see if it works!”

Fooled again! But Lan Qing had to admit, the food was incredible. It was the best meal she’d had in years.

After dinner, Jing Xuan cleaned up while Lan Qing got to work repairing the clothes. The two moved around each other like a newlywed couple, basking in the comfort of shared silence. Lan Qing, a world-class fashion designer, didn’t just fix the damage—she transformed the top.

Enlarging the collar into an asymmetrical lapel, narrowing the sleeves, and refitting the silhouette, she turned it into a stylish, sexy off-shoulder jumpsuit. She washed it and hung it on the balcony to dry.

Jing Xuan saw the result and praised her sincerely. “That looks amazing!”

“Is there a reward?” she asked, playful again.

“What do you want?”

“I want to sleep with you tonight!”

“You again…”

“No more excuses!”

Jing Xuan surrendered with a sigh. “Alright, alright.”

Lan Qing beamed and planted a big kiss on his cheek. “That’s more like it!”