Mistakenly Married a Substitute Wife, Falling in Love with the Movie Queen - Chapter 52

“You can feel whether I have experience or not…”

“Do you want to take it off yourself, or should I help you?”

Without waiting for a response, Shen Shuangjing pushed her onto the sofa, her slender fingers tugging at the bothersome pajamas.

Sang Baili lay back, the loose, simple pajamas failing to conceal her shapely figure. Her voluminous, long curls and crimson lips complemented each other perfectly, her beauty both dazzling and provocative. She raised a pale arm to shield her forehead, her long, curled lashes veiling half her eyelids, her posture radiating a subtle, alluring charm that stirred a deep sense of tenderness.

She was open to either approach, but hadn’t decided whether to resist. After all, when Shen Shuangjing sobered up and remembered what she’d done, she might be so mortified she’d hide in her dark room for a week, sulking like a mushroom.

Hiding her amusement behind a faint smile, Sang Baili asked in a measured tone, “Which do you prefer?”

Shen Shuangjing let out a cold snort, her voice dangerously low. “Have you already forgotten what I like?”

Sang Baili was amused by her domineering yet earnest tone. She curled her toes, biting her lip to suppress the upward twitch of her mouth. After a few steadying breaths, she feigned a hurt expression, her eyes curving downward. She scratched Shen Shuangjing’s palm with her index finger, her voice drawing out into a soft, pleading tone, “Can’t you be reasonable?”

How could she possibly know what kind of intimate pleasures Shen Shuangjing preferred?

Shen Shuangjing, acutely aware of her own nature, declared, “A domineering CEO doesn’t play by the rules.”

She loosely tied her raven hair back with a hair tie from her wrist, a few strands slipping down to brush her jawline. She insisted Sang Baili give her an answer.

A faint smile tugged at Shen Shuangjing’s thin lips as she warned, “If you don’t answer, I’ll assume you want an extra punishment. I won’t indulge you.”

Sang Baili wrapped her arms around Shen Shuangjing’s neck, gently biting her own luscious red lips. With her other hand, she guided Shen Shuangjing’s hand to rest on the silk nightgown at her waist. “I bet you helped me.”

“Wrong,” Shen Shuangjing said. “Another punishment.”

Her fingers pinched the hem of Sang Baili’s nightgown, slowly rolling it up until it reached the other woman’s lips. “Bite down,” she murmured.

Sang Baili obeyed, her fox-like eyes reflecting Shen Shuangjing’s fully clothed figure.

Her delicate, porcelain-smooth waist was exposed to the air, its glazed sheen under the lamplight radiating an irresistible allure.

Shen Shuangjing’s gaze darkened.

The air grew thick, the room’s subtle fragrance now tinged with a palpable, ambiguous warmth.

Sang Baili hadn’t exercised in ages, and her body couldn’t handle the sudden exertion. By the time they reached halfway up the mountain, she was panting, tears streaming down her face, begging to stop.

Shen Shuangjing, ever patient, let her rest for a while before urging her onward. Their palms remained intertwined, her warm, damp hand clasping Sang Baili’s, as she gently encouraged her.

Until the sofa was soaked with their body heat, a damp, disheveled mess.

“Enough,” Sang Baili gasped, her voice hoarse and trembling. “I know I was wrong. Please, no more punishment.”

Her magnetic, husky voice, thick with broken tremors, echoed through the sound of running water.

Sang Baili had never begged or humbled herself before anyone, yet here she was, forced to utter words of surrender. A blush stained her exquisite, delicate face, and in her dazed state, she almost believed she truly was Shen Shuangjing’s pampered canary.

Every feather of her being was saturated with the other woman’s scent.

Her dark, heavy lashes lowered over her obsidian eyes as Shen Shuangjing gazed deeply at her. Her fingertips trailed down Sang Baili’s waist, sending a shiver through her.

“I’ll give you one more chance to answer correctly.”

Without hesitation, Sang Baili replied, “You like it when I come myself.”

“Still wrong.”

Shen Shuangjing nipped at her smooth shoulder, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she announced the answer amidst Sang Baili’s dazed, lust-filled gaze: “I like both.”

Another wrong answer meant another round of punishment.

The next morning, dawn broke with a faint, pearly light.

Warm, milky sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft, hazy glow over the figure on the bed. The bedside lamp, left on all night, stubbornly shone, its light now pale and feeble against the morning’s radiance.

Sang Baili woke up feeling sore all over, her throat dry and parched. She dragged herself out of bed and into the living room.

Shen Shuangjing sat on the sofa, her expression stern and focused as she watched the morning news. She rested her chin in her hand, a steaming cup of Americano beside her, not sparing Sang Baili a single glance. “Breakfast is on the table,” she said curtly.

Too drained to speak, Sang Baili shuffled to the dining table and slowly ate her toast, replenishing the energy she’d lost the night before. Her gaze drifted to the sofa where Shen Shuangjing sat, and a vivid image flashed through her mind: their tangled hair and entwined bodies from the night before. A delicate blush rose to the corners of her eyes.

With her memories fragmented, Shen Shuangjing had lost some of her usual tenderness, replaced by a more assertive demeanor.

After finishing the news, Shen Shuangjing switched off the television.

Today’s political and business developments in Jing City, along with the stock market trends, were now firmly within her grasp.

She lifted her bone china cup and took a sip of her Americano.

As a top-tier CEO, watching the morning news with a hot cup of coffee was her daily ritual—two essential components of her routine.

Shen Shuangjing rose from the sofa and caught Sang Baili changing into slender high heels.

Frowning, Shen Shuangjing asked, “Where are you going?”

A canary should proactively report its movements, especially since Sang Baili was her caged bird. She wouldn’t allow her to step a single foot outside this room.

Sang Baili adjusted the sapphire cuffs of her black coat and replied, “To work.”

Shen Shuangjing blocked her path, her gaze lingering on the suggestive red marks on Sang Baili’s delicate collarbone. With pointed emphasis, she asked, “Didn’t you get enough ‘work’ last night?”

Sang Baili fell silent.

Shen Shuangjing kissed the faint purple bellflower tattoo on her wrist. “Don’t go. We agreed I’d give you a monthly allowance. Why are you still clinging to that dead-end waitress job?”

A possessive CEO, consumed by jealousy, refused to let her woman show her face in public or breathe the same air as other humans.

Sang Baili murmured, “But I’ll be so bored staying home.”

“I’ll keep you company,” Shen Shuangjing replied.

“But… weren’t you going to watch the news?”

“I’ve already finished reading it,” Shen Shuangjing said, suddenly realizing what was going on. She was amused by Canary’s jealous demeanor, her eyes curving slightly like a fresh rainbow in the sky, a truly delightful sight.

“No wonder you were acting so strangely this morning. You were jealous because I was reading the news instead of paying attention to you. Don’t worry, the news will never take your place in my heart. All my time from now on is yours.”

“Or are you still unwilling to accept me?”

Shen Shuangjing recalled how Sang Baili used to look at her with aloof disdain, no matter how many times they had tangled in bed. Afterward, Sang Baili would always stab at her heart, warning her that while she had her body, she would never have her heart.

“No,” Shen Shuangjing replied.

Shen Shuangjing’s illness was more severe than she had imagined. Sang Baili had promised Manager Meng to take good care of her and couldn’t bear to leave her alone to go to the company. She decided to stay home for the next few days until Shen Shuangjing’s memory cleared.

Sang Baili slipped off her heels, her pale toes pressing against the floor. “Don’t you need to work?” she asked.

“No, I’ve already finished all my work for this month,” Shen Shuangjing replied matter-of-factly. As an experienced CEO, working just one day a week was enough. “My only task now is to spend time with you.”

Shen Shuangjing decided to take her Canary to the nearby shopping mall for a shopping spree, hoping to dazzle Sang Baili with her wealth and completely captivate her.

Upon entering the mall, Shen Shuangjing impulsively bought out the entire seasonal collection of a luxury brand for Sang Baili. Strangely, when she pulled out her credit card, she felt a pang of heartache, as if she couldn’t afford the bill at all.

How absurd, she thought. I could buy the entire Jing City if I wanted to.

Sang Baili swiftly handed over her Black Card. “Charge it to mine.”

All the money in this kid’s account probably wouldn’t cover the bill, she thought. Might as well save her the embarrassment.

Shen Shuangjing stared at her in astonishment. What kind of Canary refuses to let her owner spend money?

So pure and unpretentious.

Shen Shuangjing gripped Sang Baili’s wrist, the hold firm yet gentle, preventing her from pulling away. “No, let me pay.”

Sang Baili remained calm, whispering in her ear, “Actually, this Black Card was a gift from you—an unlimited one.”

Shen Shuangjing had no memory of giving her the card. She nodded in understanding, recognizing the Canary’s desire to avoid being looked down upon in public. She let Sang Baili pay, indulging her little vanity.

That evening, Sang Baili regretted her decision.

Shen Shuangjing, having enjoyed both the meal and the shopping spree, demanded her reward.

Sang Baili stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a figure-hugging, pale yellow dress from the latest season, purchased with her own money. Her palm pressed against the glass, she hummed an ambiguous tune, her languid posture like a rose slowly unfurling.

Behind her, Shen Shuangjing loomed tall and graceful, her fair skin and long legs accentuated by the luxurious, all-black pajamas she wore. She seemed poised to devour Sang Baili whole.

Fragmented light sliced through the room, distorting their reflections. Shen Shuangjing’s index finger traced the curve of Sang Baili’s crimson lips, brushing against her pearly teeth as she teased a strand of silver hair. “Do you like it?”

“Y-yes,” Sang Baili stammered.

Shen Shuangjing smiled, her eyes curving into crescents as she gazed at their blurred reflections in the one-way glass. In her melodious voice, she asked, “What do you like? Tell me.”

The one-way glass allowed them to see out but prevented anyone from seeing in. Standing there, bathed in the pale moonlight filtering through swaying tree shadows, created an indescribable tension and thrill.

Sang Baili loved it.

Her lips, bitten until they nearly bled, Sang Baili glanced sideways at Shen Shuangjing and forced out the words, her voice trembling. How could my memory be so fragmented, yet I still remember all these… tricks?

“Do you have many tricks?” Shen Shuangjing whispered in her ear.

Sang Baili’s chest rose and fell slightly as she realized she had blurted out that question in her dazed state.

“Many,” she replied tersely.

A flash of white seemed to streak across her vision.

The moment the words left her lips, Shen Shuangjing’s hand clamped down on her sensitive lower back. The slender wrist, adorned with a red string, swayed rhythmically, its movements both alluring and decadent.

Her voice lifted slightly, “Though there are many, they’ll all be used on you. You don’t need to worry about anyone else.”

Sang Baili’s words made Shen Shuangjing reflect. Could the Canary’s earlier aloofness have stemmed from suspicions about her private life? Was this roundabout questioning about her experience a veiled attempt to gauge her sophistication?

The logical deduction curved Shen Shuangjing’s lips upward.

She added, “Don’t overthink it. Whether I’m experienced or not, you’ll feel it yourself.” She offered the Canary complete reassurance.

What she didn’t say was that after the car accident, as she lay in the hospital bed, her mind had been utterly chaotic. Though she remembered being a CEO who kept a Canary, she couldn’t recall the Canary’s name or face.

It wasn’t until Sang Baili pushed open the door, walked gracefully toward her, and moved with captivating elegance that the Canary in her mind suddenly gained a name, becoming vivid and real in her memory.