Mistakenly Married a Substitute Wife, Falling in Love with the Movie Queen - Chapter 30

“Princess, please help me…”

Shen Shuangjing clasped her hands around her bent knees, tilted her head, and feigned ignorance. “Whose is it?”

Sang Baili met her feigned confusion with a faint smile. “Exactly, whose is it? Could it be yours, Shen Xiaojing?” Her tone was teasing, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Shen Shuangjing’s earlobes, hidden beneath her soft, dark hair, flushed crimson. “Mine?”

Sang Baili’s lazy smile widened as she brushed aside a curl and playfully tugged on the pearl-tasseled earring dangling from Shen Shuangjing’s earlobe. “Perhaps some high-maintenance little ones should recognize themselves.”

The presumptuous nickname startled Shen Shuangjing, and she instinctively rubbed her face like a sea otter, her cheeks growing hotter with each stroke.

High-maintenance? Me?

Hmph.

The Beautiful Boss, full of wicked schemes, was now complaining about her lowly employee.

As for the tenderness in her voice, it must have been Shen Shuangjing’s imagination.

Pouting, Shen Shuangjing retorted stubbornly, “Once sold, no returns. You can’t return High-Maintenance Sister now, either.”

You have to keep me, whether you want to or not.

No money, just one whale.

Sang Baili chuckled helplessly, mentally adding another item to her list: Must tolerate her little tantrums.

Indeed, Shen Shuangjing was her most high-maintenance—and most expensive—million-dollar investment.

Sang Baili gently flicked the small, rosy mole at the tip of Shen Shuangjing’s nose, barely suppressing a laugh. “I never said I wanted to return you.”

With so much invested, of course she would keep nurturing it, keep nurturing it until she recouped her investment.

Shen Shuangjing smirked triumphantly, her dark eyes curving slightly, her smile radiant.

She noticed a fleeting glint on Sang Baili’s ring finger and asked, “Are you wearing a ring, Sister?”

Sang Baili extended her right hand to show her, her voice as smooth and sensual as red velvet. “Our custom wedding rings arrived.”

Her slender, jade-like fingers, framed by nude-colored nails, radiated a clear, luminous whiteness.

The ring marked her as married, adding a touch of sacred sensuality and immense sexual tension.

It made her bloom like a fully opened flower, exuding an indescribable allure.

She was her “wife.”

Just looking at that hand sent a powerful wave of temptation through Shen Shuangjing. Her bl00d raced, her mind racing with restless thoughts.

When they bought the ring, she had thought it wasn’t flashy enough, but its simple, understated design was perfect—unobtrusive yet unmistakably a wedding ring.

On Sang Baili’s finger, the ring instantly became a hundred times more beautiful.

Sister looks so perfect wearing a wedding ring.

In ancient Roman lore, the vein in the ring finger was believed to lead directly to the heart. Wearing a ring on that finger symbolized keeping one’s beloved close to the heart.

Shen Shuangjing’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t quite decipher her emotions, but she certainly wasn’t unhappy.

“Your hands are beautiful, Sister,” Shen Shuangjing said. “Anything looks good on them.”

Sang Baili smiled warmly and took her ring out of her purse. “Where do you want to keep yours?”

Shen Shuangjing lowered her gaze, staring at the wedding ring’s mesmerizing glow. Without hesitation, she replied, “I want to wear it as a necklace, around my neck.”

This way, she could easily remove it and wear it on her finger whenever she needed to.

Besides, wearing it around her neck meant the necklace would rest against her chest, closest to her heart.

For fairness’ sake, she wanted to keep her sister close to her heart as well.

“Wait here a moment.”

Moments later, Sang Baili emerged from the bedroom with a delicate silver chain. She threaded the ring onto it.

“Want to wear it now?”

Shen Shuangjing nodded eagerly, extending her palm. “Yes, now.”

Sang Baili was about to place the pendant in her hand when she suddenly withdrew it just before the silver chain touched her skin.

Her eyebrows arched sharply, her smile breaking through like sunlight through clouds—suddenly dazzling.

“Can you put it on yourself?” Sang Baili asked.

Shen Shuangjing hadn’t quite caught on yet, assuming Sang Baili wanted her to keep it safe for now. “Yes, I can. My nails aren’t too long, so it’s no problem.”

Sang Baili’s voice was languid, her crimson lips glossy and alluring, radiating a moth-to-a-flame-like temptation. “Don’t need any help?”

Her palm tightly gripped the silver-chained ring, as if about to place it in Shen Shuangjing’s hand.

Shen Shuangjing realized what was happening.

Oh.

The “bad sister” was trying to hook her again, using roundabout methods.

Only a little whale like herself would tolerate such a clumsy hook.

The moment Sang Baili’s palm brushed against hers, Shen Shuangjing withdrew her hand.

Her dark, sparkling eyes flashed with mischief as she clasped her hands together, mimicking a puppy begging: “Please help me, Princess.”

Who could resist such a radiant, sunlit beauty feigning helplessness and pleading for help?

Sang Baili couldn’t withstand her innocent act. “Alright,” she relented.

Shen Shuangjing, having achieved her goal, smiled sweetly and turned her back.

She swept her long hair aside, exposing the most vulnerable part of her nape.

Sang Baili crouched behind her, fastening the necklace clasp.

“Done.”

Shen Shuangjing turned around, her gaze colliding unexpectedly with Sang Baili’s, who hadn’t yet straightened up.

Their faces were so close their noses nearly touched, their breaths mingling, as if they could feel the warmth of each other’s skin.

In the frozen air, Sang Baili’s dark blue eyes reflected the fine downy hairs on Shen Shuangjing’s pale cheek.

Her dark hair and rosy lips were reflected in the clear, bright light.

Her lips were clean, with faint lines, soft and inviting.

Sang Baili couldn’t help but recall how Shen Shuangjing’s lips and tongue had left their mark on her body—scarlet, frenzied, and deeply imprinted.

Her heart began to race.

She felt a sharp jolt. The contrast between Shen Shuangjing’s youthful, radiant face and her aggressive intensity in bed was striking, making her all the more captivating.

That fiery soul had ignited Sang Baili’s desire, filling her heart to the brim.

I haven’t lost my feelings, she realized.

My feelings are simply reserved for Shen Shuangjing alone.

Desire was so simple.

When you wanted someone, even if they were sitting formally, impeccably dressed, your heart yearned for them to merge with you, skin against skin. The presence or absence of clothing no longer mattered.

Because their image would already be imprinted in your mind.

A blush spread across Sang Baili’s cheeks, her dark blue eyes clear and alluring. Her voice was slow, like a lover’s whispered secret, as she murmured, “Xiao Jing, do you think alcohol can be transmitted through the air?”

Shen Shuangjing shook her head, finding her sister’s current demeanor dangerous, as if she wanted to devour Little Whale.

“It won’t happen,” Shen Shuangjing said.

“Then I’m not drunk,” Sang Baili replied.

Shen Shuangjing gazed into her eyes, as if observing her, and said, “Sister isn’t drunk.”

Sang Baili smiled. “Even if I’m not drunk, Sister is still feeling hot.”

Her voice remained calm, as if stating an ordinary fact, yet the undertone carried an indescribable allure.

Shen Shuangjing: “……”

Understood.

Sister feeling hot = intimate activity = Sister wants it.

Shen Shuangjing smiled sweetly, like spring returning after a snowfall, brightening the entire room.

“I have a solution.”

In the thick, ambiguous atmosphere, the air seemed to drip with honey.

A thrilling, ambiguous tension.

Secret and fiery.

Sang Baili’s lips grew increasingly crimson, drawing closer to Shen Shuangjing.

Shen Shuangjing’s lashes fluttered. She produced a jar of rock sugar pear from somewhere and pressed it into Sang Baili’s palm.

“Here, Sister. It’s for cooling down.”

Sang Baili froze. “…What?”

Shen Shuangjing: “Rock sugar pear. I bought a whole case. It’s guaranteed to clear heat.”