Two Faced Lover - Chapter 69

69: Wife

“The reason my face is red is-!” Her rising tone cut off abruptly. Freshly awakened, Meng Xuran’s brain wasn’t operating at full efficiency yet, leaving her momentarily speechless.

Bo Mingyan let out a nonchalant “Hmm?” “Because of what?”

Meng Xuran blinked rapidly, fabricating on the spot: “Because I was imagining how you, taking advantage of being sick, acted completely unrestrained and did whatever you wanted to me!

Anyone with a shred of shame would blush at that, hmm!”

The emphatic “hmm” at the end sounded like she was cheering herself on.

“Did whatever I wanted?” Bo Mingyan repeated skeptically, testing the words. “What exactly did I do?”

As she pondered how to make the story sound more convincing, Meng Xuran’s long lashes suddenly fluttered violently. Her lips parted slightly, her breath hitching as she slowly lowered her head.

Bo Mingyan’s warm fingertips brushed aside the inky strands of hair, ghosting over the snowy peaks beneath, eliciting a tremble across the porcelain skin.

Meng Xuran closed her eyes, enduring the overwhelming embarrassment and scorching heat, and crossed her arms over her chest. “Like what you’re doing right now! Groping around, stripping people’s nightgowns off!”

Bo Mingyan froze-not because of Meng Xuran’s words, but because of what had just flashed before her eyes.

Above, dark hair cascaded over fair skin. Below, the dimmer light still revealed the same contrast: black lace entwined with snow-white.

A faint blush spread like a water lily blooming, radiating outward from the core, climbing up Meng Xuran’s neck and staining her cheeks.

Bo Mingyan lifted her gaze. Her smoke-gray eyes were softer than usual, mistier-like sunlight shimmering on water, rippling with light and waves.

Meng Xuran averted her eyes uncomfortably. She tugged the blanket higher, tucking it under her chin to prevent Bo Mingyan from looking down again and making her heart race.

“So I just…” Bo Mingyan paused, opting for a more refined term, “took off your nightgown?”

“Ohhh~” Meng Xuran drawled, feigning sudden realization. “You wanted to do more to me.”

Bo Mingyan closed her eyes, speechless.

She had no recollection whatsoever, only remembering how exhausting her dream had been-constantly carrying and unloading heavy burdens, with barely any breaks.

Had unloading in her dream meant stripping Meng Xuran’s nightgown?

Thinking of the nightgown, Bo Mingyan grew suspicious again. “If I took it off, wouldn’t I have left it on my side?”

Yet the nightgown was currently bunched up near Meng Xuran’s pillow.

“Oh…” Meng Xuran arched a brow leisurely, her tone casual. “Are you accusing me of framing you?”

“I had a fever, not a drunken rampage.” Bo Mingyan hesitated before voicing her concern. “Did you overheat me-”

“I wasn’t even going to bring this up. You’re my girlfriend-if you want to take off my nightgown, or anything else…” Meng Xuran cut her off, grabbing Bo Mingyan’s wrist under the blanket and guiding it to her hip, winding a loose strap around her finger. “…you can.”

The heat of Meng Xuran’s skin seared into Bo Mingyan’s palm, making it damp with sweat. Her finger twitched, instinctively pulling free and sliding upward to rest on the dip of Meng Xuran’s waist.

The strap tangled around her finger loosened with the movement.

Unaware, Meng Xuran only felt the warmth of Bo Mingyan’s palm. Her other hand traced Bo Mingyan’s forehead, drifting down her cheek, along her neck, and stopping at the first button of her pajamas. Her peach-blossom eyes shimmered with implication. “As for the nightgown… want me to reenact it for you, girlfriend?”

The term girlfriend at the end mirrored the first half of her sentence.

Bo Mingyan lowered her lashes.

Her eyelids were so thin that sunlight nearly glowed through them, their faint flutter visible.

For some reason, Meng Xuran’s heart skipped a beat.

After a long pause, Bo Mingyan’s lips parted softly. “Wasn’t it wife?”

Yesterday’s “wife” had been uttered in a feverish haze. But now, touching Bo Mingyan’s forehead confirmed the fever was gone-meaning she’d said it was completely sober.

Fireworks exploded in Meng Xuran’s mind, sparks scattering to every corner, heating her face and scorching her ears. She blinked slowly, leaning in for a kiss.

Bo Mingyan raised a hand to block her lips. “Haven’t brushed my teeth.”

“I don’t mind,” Meng Xuran narrowed her eyes, studying her. “I’m not disgusted with you, yet you’re disgusted with me!”

“I’m not disgusted with you.”

Bo Mingyan sighed, amused, lowering her hand bit by bit-only to roll onto her back when Meng Xuran leaned in again, avoiding contact. She coughed lightly. “It’s contagious.”

Meng Xuran tensed at the sound. “Still feeling bad? Fever not gone?”

“I’m fine.” Bo Mingyan said. “The fever’s probably gone.”

Meng Xuran grabbed the thermometer from the nightstand and handed it over. Bo Mingyan pressed it to her ear, checking the reading afterward. Meng Xuran peeked over her shoulder-the fever had indeed subsided.

“If you’re fine and not feverish, how is it contagious? Excuses. You are disgusted with me.” Meng Xuran tugged at Bo Mingyan’s arm, trying to turn her back.

“Really, I’m not.” Bo Mingyan, wary of Meng Xuran’s stubborn logic, relented and lay flat-accidentally pressing against the other strap of Meng Xuran’s lingerie.

Unaware, Meng Xuran impatiently swung a leg over, bracing her hands on either side of Bo Mingyan’s head, gazing down at her. “I’ve been naked in your arms all night. If it were contagious, it would’ve happened already.”

Her knee settled between Bo Mingyan’s thighs.

Overheated from being bundled up last night, Bo Mingyan had sleepily stripped off her pajama pants in the middle of the night.

Skin met skin, slick and warm.

Meng Xuran wasn’t just resting her leg there-she nudged forward.

A heavy breath escaped Bo Mingyan’s throat, her brows knitting briefly before smoothing out. She wordlessly stared at the culprit.

Said culprit widened her eyes slightly. She’d only meant to adjust for a better kissing angle, not that.

A mischievous glint sparkled in Meng Xuran’s eyes, equal parts innocence and cunning, meeting Bo Mingyan’s half-scolding, half-indulgent gaze. Watching Bo Mingyan’s expression-like a snow lotus blooming through cracked ice-she couldn’t resist touching.

Bo Mingyan lowered her eyes.

In her line of sight:

Silken strands cascaded over snowy slopes, spilling onto Bo Mingyan’s chest as Meng Xuran leaned down.

Softness pressed gently, warmth radiating through hair and fabric.

Lips met warmth. Bo Mingyan slowly closed her eyes, yielding passively as Meng Xuran eagerly nipped at her lower lip and toyed with her earlobe—until a tentative tongue sought entry.

Bo Mingyan turned her head away, bending a knee to create distance. “If you do get sick, don’t blame me.”

Before she finished speaking, Meng Xuran let out an involuntary whimper—light, trembling, playfully winding into Bo Mingyan’s ears.

Bo Mingyan’s lashes fluttered violently.

Her knee shifted slightly higher, meeting no resistance this time.

Damp heat.

Meng Xuran slowly released Bo Mingyan’s lips, propping herself up to gaze down at her through fluttering lashes.

Her brown eyes glazed with a thin mist, their usual clarity blurred into something unreadable.

The hotel’s soundproofing was poor. Today marked the end of their trip; after breakfast, they’d return to Nanquan City. The hallway buzzed with chatter as people headed to the restaurant, the muffled noise amplifying the intimacy fermenting in the room.

Bo Mingyan’s lips parted, but no words came. Instead, she asked something she shouldn’t have: “Where are your… pants?”

Had she stripped those off too last night?

She quickly dismissed the thought-she’d felt the lingerie straps earlier.

Her hand brushed against the fabric beside her. Fishing it out, she glanced at it. Meng Xuran’s gaze followed, then lazily returned to her face.

They locked eyes in silence.

Meng Xuran’s expression screamed, “How dare you ask me?”

Bo Mingyan’s leg remained awkwardly bent, unsure whether to lower it or not.

The heat was relentless, impossible to ignore.

The disposable mattress cover was slippery. Bo Mingyan’s foot slid, prompting her to bend her knee back to its original position-just as Meng Xuran’s arms gave out from exhaustion.

She dropped fully onto Bo Mingyan, sliding slightly along the curve of her thigh.

The path was unmistakable.

Another soft moan escaped Bo Mingyan’s lips. Meng Xuran’s face burned crimson, shame surging like a tidal wave. Her heart pounded wildly, her head near bursting. She couldn’t think straight-no way she’d endure this embarrassment alone. “We have to be fair.”

“How?” Bo Mingyan rasped.

“You stripped me naked and did this,” Meng Xuran’s gaze dipped from Bo Mingyan’s lashes to her slender neck, watching her throat bob.

“Now I get to do the same to you…”

She pressed a kiss to Bo Mingyan’s neck, her knee nudging forward again.

Bo Mingyan tilted her chin up, her breaths deepening, the smoke-gray of her eyes darkening. Contagion was the last thing on her mind now. Her hand cradled Meng Xuran’s head, fingers tangling in her hair, tugging lightly.

She let Meng Xuran have her way-until her pajama buttons were all undone, and Meng Xuran paused to stare, even comparing sizes with her hands. Then, in one motion, Bo Mingyan flipped them over, lifting Meng Xuran to the side.

Meng Xuran frowned, unsatisfied.

Why won’t she let me keep going? Is Manman… bad at this?!

Just then, the second alarm blared. Bo Mingyan suppressed her arousal, ruffling Meng Xuran’s hair. “We’re even. Time to get up.”

Meng Xuran dismissed the thought, blaming the lack of time. Reluctant, she stole a few more kisses before finally silencing the relentless alarm. Then she extended a hand toward Bo Mingyan.

Bo Mingyan stared blankly.

Meng Xuran bit her lip, unable to voice the request, and reached behind Bo Mingyan to retrieve her bra herself. “Dummy.”

Bo Mingyan’s ears burned.

Meng Xuran went downstairs to shower first.

The room fell quiet. Bo Mingyan sat up, elbow resting on her bent knee, her heartbeat still thunderous. Her half-lidded gaze dropped to her thigh, where traces of Meng Xuran’s warmth lingered before fading with the dissipating tension.

After all that excitement, Bo Mingyan’s fever had fully broken, leaving only a lingering cold.

Meanwhile, someone, overheated from passion, had drastically underestimated the temperature and dressed far too lightly for the return trip. Walking to the parking lot against the wind, Bo Mingyan took her hand-only to find it icy.

“Why are your hands always so cold?” Bo Mingyan, averse to the cold, recoiled twice before forcing herself to grip it firmly.

“Haven’t you heard what the haute couture team says?” Meng Xuran deadpanned. “I’m the ice queen. My hands must match my persona.”

Twenty minutes earlier, after freshening up, they’d gone to the restaurant for breakfast and ran into the haute couture team again. Perhaps fearing Bo Mingyan would freeze to death beside Meng Xuran, they’d bravely joined their table despite their terror. The atmosphere had plummeted below zero, everyone eating in silence while typing furiously on their phones.

Meng Xuran’s pocket had vibrated nonstop. Pulling out her phone, she’d tapped the notification without thinking.

In the “Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea” group chat, Ava and the others kept teasing Bo Mingyan, saying: “Little Meng seems to be in a bad mood again today, sis. To spare you the awkwardness, we’re braving the risk of freezing to death to suffer with you! Aren’t you touched?”

Meng Xuran’s lips twitched as she pushed her phone toward Bo Mingyan and said flatly, “Seems I grabbed the wrong phone before leaving. This is yours.”

The girls across the table exchanged glances, then grabbed their lunch trays and bolted. Watching their retreating figures, Meng Xuran curled her lips into a smirk and casually draped her leg over Bo Mingyan’s under the table, swinging it smugly.

The same people who had just proclaimed their solidarity with Bo Mingyan now immediately tagged her in the group chat: “Sis, stay strong! The task of calming the boss falls to you!”

At this moment, they were already far ahead, no longer caring whether Bo Mingyan would freeze to death under Meng Xuran’s icy glare—they just knew they couldn’t afford to be skewered by her dagger-like stare.

Bo Mingyan snapped out of her thoughts, feeling a mix of helplessness and amusement at someone’s tsundere antics. She called it out bluntly: “Wearing so little in the dead of winter, yet coming up with so many excuses.”

Meng Xuran pinched the soft flesh of Bo Mingyan’s palm and lifted her chin haughtily, though her words came out in a sweet, coquettish tone: “What’s the point of having a girlfriend then?”

She tilted her head, noticing Bo Mingyan’s momentary daze, and raised an eyebrow. Leaning in, she lowered her voice, dragging out her words with a teasing lilt: “Oh, right—a girlfriend is for doing, not for warming.”

Bo Mingyan’s ears visibly flushed from pale white to a deep pink.

Because of that remark, during Meng Xuran’s subsequent bout of illness, she was bundled up tightly by Bo Mingyan every morning before work—no more pretty skirts, just thermal underwear and layers. Even on business trips, she had to send photos and videos as proof she was dressed warmly enough.

The cold had cost her many intimate moments, and Meng Xuran grew increasingly annoyed. After yet another temperature drop forced her to swap her coat for a puffer jacket under Bo Mingyan’s insistence, she grumbled, “Did I get a girlfriend or a mom? If my mother saw how you treat me, she’d give you an award.”

Bo Mingyan played along: “What kind of award?”

“Best Nanny Award,” Meng Xuran huffed. But when Bo Mingyan simply stared at her calmly, she relented and added, “Fine—Best Daughter-in-Law Award.”

Little did she know, this offhand joke would come true the day before New Year’s Eve.