The Film Queen’s Live-In Son-in-Law is the King of the Women's Kingdom (GL) - Chapter 15

The little husband-in-law, Shen Ji, was blow-drying her hair. The great actress Yu was pretending to be calm, scrolling through her phone, while in reality, she was frantically texting her best friend.

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[ycy]: Help!!!

[ycy]: SOS!!!

[ycy]: Concubine, come quickly, or I am in danger!!!

[ycy]: [Crazily banging on wall.JPG] x99

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Shen Ji was annoyed by the phone’s vibrations. Only one person would text her like this. She apologized and said, “Hold on a second…”

Then, under her girlfriend’s demanding gaze, she resignedly picked up her phone and unlocked it. Sure enough, she saw the silly actress, whose username was just the initials of her name, bombarding her fragile chat box.

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[ciwa]: ?

[ciwa]: Spit it out.

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Yu Chiyin saw her best friend’s reply, feeling like a small boat in a storm at sea that had finally found its direction. She quickly typed a reply. She didn’t mind her friend’s bluntness. If it were any other time, Yu Chiyin would have corrected her and told her to say, 

“Please speak,” instead of “Spit it out.”

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[ycy]: So… do you know how to be a… zero?

[ycy]: [Shy cat.gif]

[ciwa]: …

[ciwa]: Is that it?

[ciwa]: Do you have any idea how rude it is to text someone with a girlfriend at this hour?

Yu Chiyin was stunned. She hated when she understood things so quickly.

[ycy]: Oh? Did I interrupt you?

[ycy]: Then I’ll just figure it out myself.

[ciwa]: Get out.

[ciwa]: [Excellent Little Zero’s Guide to Growth.zip]

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After sending the compressed file, She immediately turned off her phone. Normally, she would have to sit down and gossip with her friend, but at this moment, no gossip was more important than the person under her.

While Shen Ji was still blow-drying her hair, Yu Chiyin nervously and eagerly opened the compressed file. She sat half-turned, studying her phone. This way, she could block Shen Ji’s view and also be aware when Shen Ji came out of the bathroom.

The little husband-in-law was blow-drying her hair, trying to recall all the knowledge she had learned. She thought she had been too eager. She had forgotten many of the preparatory steps.

For example, the environment should be fully romantic and subtly suggestive. So, Shen Ji turned around and took out the perfume she had prepared, spraying a few pumps into the air. She also connected a Bluetooth speaker and played some music.

Even the music she chose was carefully selected. It was a song that countless netizens had concluded was the most suitable for “that moment.” The little king didn’t understand, but she was willing to follow the instructions.

She dimmed the room’s lights, leaving only a string of lights at the foot of the bed. The warm, yellow light combined with a deep, magnetic female voice created a perfect atmosphere.

This boosted the little husband’s confidence. She squeezed the small box in her hand, counting eight items inside. She had heard that for the first time, not many would be needed. There were also two small bottles on the nightstand. She had studied all of this to ensure her wife would have a perfect night.

The person who had been half-turned, watching the bathroom door, was now entranced by her phone, completely unaware of the changes in the room’s lighting.

Suddenly, the other side of the bed dipped slightly. It was the same body wash scent, but on this other person, it had a different, sweeter fragrance.

Yu Chiyin instinctively turned her body. At that moment, Shen Ji’s arms extended, one on either side of her. She was wearing a piece of lingerie that likely used less fabric than Yu Chiyin’s pair of stockings. She was a vision of perfection, gently hovering over her.

A warm, humid breath brushed against Yu Chiyin. Shen Ji gently nuzzled her already-frozen wife’s head and whispered, “Wife?”

“Hmm?” Yu Chiyin instinctively responded. The distance between them was only a few millimeters. She didn’t even dare to breathe too hard, afraid that her rising and falling chest would bump into the other’s soft skin.

When she spoke again, her voice was slightly hoarse, with a touch of alluring confusion. “What is it?”

Yu Chiyin wanted to curse herself for being so silly. Wasn’t it obvious enough? Why was she still asking what it was? What else could it be? Of course, her little husband was finally going to fulfill her duties as a husband-in-law.

But, was this in their contract?

Yu Chiyin vaguely tried to remember. Her mind, influenced by the warm fragrance from the person above her, was a blur. Her thoughts were sluggish.

“Nothing.” Shen Ji chuckled softly. Yu Chiyin thought for the umpteenth time that this person was impossibly beautiful. Even her low, light laugh was intoxicating. She felt like she might die on this bed tonight.

Tightly gripping the bedsheets, Yu Chiyin wanted to turn her head away from the illiterate little husband’s burning gaze, but she refused to give in. So, despite her body trembling slightly, she stubbornly held her gaze.

Shen Ji leaned down. The battle was about to begin. Yu Chiyin could feel those soft lips just a hair’s width away from her own. Her skin broke out in goosebumps, and her body hairs stood on end.

There was so much in the compressed file, and even though she had rushed to read it, Yu Chiyin had only gotten a basic idea. Her mind was blank. She couldn’t remember how to cooperate. All she knew was to lie there stiffly, trying her best to restrain the impulse to push Shen Ji off the bed.

It’s okay, Yu Chiyin thought. It’s normal for something to happen with the little husband-in-law. It was strange, but she didn’t resist Shen Ji’s closeness, even though they had only been together for a few days. She didn’t dislike Shen Ji’s scent or her occasional intimate actions, like holding hands or hugs. She didn’t know if other contractual couples were like this, but for her and Shen Ji, she felt it was perfectly reasonable.

After all, she was Yu Chiyin, the triple-award-winning actress Yu Chiyin, the eldest daughter of the Yu family, the lovable Yu Chiyin…

Okay, I can’t get rid of this self-obsessed habit when I’m nervous, she thought. But it really does help calm my nerves.

Just as the two were about to proceed to the next step, there was a “click,” and the entire house went dark. Only the Bluetooth speaker continued to shine and play music, as it was a rechargeable model.

“…”

She didn’t know what to say. It was a little awkward. The song that was about to hit its chorus suddenly stopped. It was like a person who was about to step onto a cloud was violently pulled back and then kicked, falling hard. Not only did she feel pain all over, but there was a huge shoe print on her butt.

After about two or three minutes of silent僵持 (standoff), Yu Chiyin weakly asked, “Should we… should we continue?”

She swallowed. “The power’s out.”

Then she added seriously, “The AC isn’t on. It’s a little hot.”

“…” Shen Ji knew that. She was no longer the foolish little king who had just arrived in this world. She was now a ten-out-of-ten, all-around genius. She was proficient in all the classics and arts and her culinary skills were divine, just waiting for a chance to shine.

She had been all fired up, following the tutorial step by step. All the preparation had been done according to the plan. To ensure everything went perfectly, she had even envisioned where the first kiss should start and what positions would provide her wife with all-around, flawless service.

Now, with this sudden power outage, the little husband-in-law took a deep breath. She tried to console herself that this was just a small setback on the road to success. But as she was about to move forward, another unexpected thing happened.

Yu Chiyin huddled closer to her, burrowing into her arms. Because they were so close, even in the complete darkness, with just the faint light from the Bluetooth speaker, she could see the pale, fragile look on Yu Chiyin’s face.

“Shen Ji…” Yu Chiyin’s voice was clearly laced with a sob.

At this moment, the little husband-in-law couldn’t care less about the “colorful” knowledge in her brain. She lay on her side, holding Yu Chiyin, and her voice was very gentle.

“What’s wrong, wife?”

“I…” Yu Chiyin wanted to speak, but her throat felt blocked. She could only lean helplessly against Shen Ji’s chest, shaking her head again and again.

Even though she couldn’t say it, Shen Ji guessed it. Yu Chiyin was afraid of the dark, not just a little afraid, but terrified. Her body was trembling uncontrollably. Shen Ji could only gently stroke her back.

She remembered the days when she was first thrown into the cold palace. Her mother had given her a moment of warmth, and that rare love had stayed with Shen Ji for a very long time.

She patted Yu Chiyin’s back and said, “Do you want to hear a story?”

The little king had never told a story, nor had she ever been told one. Her mother never told her stories; even a simple hug was a luxury. Because it was so rare, Shen Ji was afraid to forget even the memories from when she was only two or three years old. 

She was afraid that forgetting would prove that she was a monster nobody wanted and nobody would love.

But she wanted to tell Yu Chiyin a story, even though she didn’t know what to tell. Shen Ji thought that if someone had held her and told her a story on those dark, cold nights, she might not have been so miserable.

Perhaps they shared the same kind of misfortune, and their two hearts slowly grew closer. Yu Chiyin nodded. She didn’t want to talk, but Shen Ji’s embrace was so warm that it made her want to relax all her defenses and stretch languidly, as if no matter how many terrible things there were in the world, Shen Ji would protect her from them.

“A thousand years ago, there was a country called Changyuan. It was a kingdom of women…”

Shen Ji’s voice was actually very suitable for storytelling. It was deep and sexy when it was low, and full of youthful vigor when it was high. It was just like her—sometimes giving off a vibrant, sunny energy, and other times seeming to be covered in the dust of dusk, about to be swallowed by time.

 This was a contradiction, but it was a contradiction that always easily attracted Yu Chiyin, just like how her face, which had sharp, aggressive features, was set with a pair of peach blossom eyes that looked affectionate even when she was looking at a dog.

Shen Ji slowly told her story, and Yu Chiyin quietly listened. The night passed peacefully. Neither of them remembered the grand nightly operation they had planned.

Although, to be strict, they were just a fake couple with a red marriage certificate, it was strange that neither of them thought there was anything wrong with having a “couple’s nightly life.”

Later, the power came back on, and the air conditioner made a low humming sound. Yu Chiyin was sleeping soundly, and her relaxed, gentle features had a child-like innocence.

“Good night,” she mouthed silently.

Shen Ji once saw a post online that said,

 “Good night” is also a form of confession because it can be broken down into “I love you, I love you.”

Love?

Shen Ji thought it was a bit of a stretch, but she really did love the allowance Yu Chiyin gave her.

Although the plan to serve her wife failed tonight, the little husband-in-law thought she had performed quite well. At the very least, she deserved an extra 50,000 for her allowance from Yu Chiyin.

Yes, that’s right. She was that much of a money-lover.

The little king knew that only power and wealth could give her a sense of security. In this foreign world, until she found a way back, she had to live well and never be trampled upon again.