Whoever Falls in Love First is the Dog - Chapter 27

Chapter 27:  “Maybe How You Are in Bed Shows Who You Really Are.”

Yaoxhou had many internal facilities, and of course, resting rooms were a must.

People like Chen Yanxing, who frequented Yaoxhou, had their own regular rooms. Naturally, Ren Zhou had one too. Unfortunately, for the past twenty years, Ren Zhou had been practically celibate. Even though Yaoxhou kept a room for her, she only ever used it to sleep. And that, ironically, made things easy for Chen Yanxing.

Chen Yanxing often felt it unfair that just because she was close with Ren Zhou, people lumped them together as the same kind of troublemakers. But the truth was—they were nothing alike.

Ren Zhou never cared for beauty or desire. In all the years Chen had known her, she had never seen Ren Zhou fall for anyone.

Ren Zhou only loved money. She’d sacrifice sleep for days researching a project. She was too cunning—the very essence of a merchant.

Ren Zhou suddenly felt a tickle in her nose and frowned, moving her gaze away from her sister.

Slightly exasperated, she asked, “It’s the middle of the night. Are you just planning to sit here and keep staring at me?”

They had already been sitting there for over an hour. The tea in their cups had long gone cold, yet neither had taken a sip.

Ren Zhou didn’t know how Ren Qi had found out, or why she had suddenly started investigating her. What shocked her most was how relentless Ren Qi had been in keeping tabs on her—it had never once let up.

“You’re not going to give me an explanation?” Ren Qi asked coldly, glancing at the document on the table. “What happened to your company? Why is Chen Yanxing the actual owner behind Fanxing?”

“My company…” Ren Zhou laughed bitterly, “Didn’t you destroy it? What you see now—that’s the whole story.”

“You—”

Ren Qi’s brows furrowed, her anger on the verge of exploding. But Ren Zhou cut in suddenly: “If you still consider me your sister, if you still want me in your life, then don’t interfere.”

“Is that a threat?” Ren Qi glared at her. But truly, Ren Qi’s expression looked more threatening than Ren Zhou’s words.

Raising a brow, Ren Zhou replied, “No, I’m just telling you—you won’t be able to touch Fanxing. You know the power behind Linen.”

Ren Qi squinted slightly and scoffed. “You two really are something else.”

She turned and left—left Ren Zhou’s office, and left Fanxing’s building altogether.

Ren Zhou sighed and sank into the sofa, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.

Fanxing’s rapid success in recent years was largely thanks to the support of the Linen Group.

Ren Qi couldn’t touch Linen—it was overseas. And that meant she couldn’t touch Fanxing either. That had always been part of the plan between Ren Zhou and Chen Yanxing. Even if their secret got out, even if Chen Yanxing’s name was publicly linked to Fanxing, it would never fall under the Ren family’s control.

Having fought with her sister into the early hours, Ren Zhou was in no mood. She stood, walked to a cabinet, and pulled out a bottle of liquor.

She didn’t usually drink in her office, but she had a habit of stashing bottles wherever she spent time.

With a furrowed brow, she leaned on the counter and slowly poured herself a glass—finally calming some of the fire burning inside her. But just then, her phone buzzed.

It was Yaoxhou’s special ringtone. Her heart skipped a beat—she didn’t need to check to know it was Chen Yanxing. In Jiangcheng, only Chen Yanxing would dare use her identity so brazenly.

She walked over, picked up the phone she had tossed on the table, and saw the message: Chen Yanxing has entered your room.

She snapped, cursing into the air.

Meanwhile, the spark that ignited the fight between the sisters was deeply entwined with a passionate kiss between Shen Mengke and Chen Yanxing.

After much coaxing and cajoling, the handcuffs were finally removed.

The moment Shen Mengke gained a little freedom, she pinned Chen Yanxing down on the bed. Straddling her, she pulled out her phone and quickly snapped a photo.

Click. Caught off guard, Chen Yanxing froze. Just as she tried to sit up, Shen Mengke pushed her back down with one hand.

She admired the photo—Chen Yanxing’s wide-eyed surprise made her look adorably innocent.

“Chen Xingxing told me today that she had photos—videos even. She showed you, right?” Shen Mengke said as she tapped Chen Yanxing’s cheek with her phone. “I don’t think you’re that kind of person,” she added, pausing, “Maybe how you are in bed shows who you really are. But still—you have to clear this up for me.”

Chen Yanxing visibly relaxed. She looked at Shen Mengke, eyes full of amusement. “So… are you planning to blackmail me with that photo? Or are you going to show it to Chen Xingxing too?”

“That’s not how those kinds of photos are taken,” Chen said, grabbing Shen Mengke’s hand and slowly guiding it downward. She unbuttoned her top and moved Shen’s hand beneath her bra, lifting it slightly. “This is how you take one.”

Shen Mengke flinched and quickly pulled her hand back, looking at her strangely.

Chen Yanxing chuckled, took the phone, and snapped a selfie.

Shen Mengke’s eyes widened, and she jumped off the bed. Was this still Chen Yanxing? Had she been possessed?!

Ignoring her shock, Chen sat up and pinned Shen under her once more.

Their fingers intertwined. They stared at each other, eyes locking. The surprise in Shen Mengke’s eyes hadn’t fully faded, but when she saw the mischief in Chen Yanxing’s gaze, she suddenly felt… toyed with.

“When you were on top, you made sure you were satisfied. When are you going to return the favor?” Chen teased.

Shen Mengke smirked. “That wasn’t in the contract~”

She deliberately dragged out the last word, teasing Chen Yanxing.

“Then let’s add a new clause,” Chen replied and kissed her.

They had already kissed countless times tonight—lips swollen and bruised—but neither of them could get enough. Each kiss wasn’t just affection—it was an expression of longing and restraint.

Tonight, however, Chen Yanxing was too passionate.

She held Shen tightly, kissing her intensely, aggressively.

Their lips broke and bled, and the taste of iron spread between them. Shen trembled, overwhelmed, and tears slid down her cheeks.

“Is this okay?” Chen whispered.

Shen Mengke twisted her waist in annoyance, pinching Chen, who only chuckled lowly.

If she didn’t want this, she’d have left long ago. Why else would she follow Chen to a hotel?

Though she was clearly the impatient one, she still made Shen wait.

“What, don’t want to?” Chen teased, pretending to let go.

Shen Mengke fell for it, grabbing Chen’s collar and pulling her back, half-threatening, half-pleading: “Cut the crap. Keep stalling, and I’ll go call two guys right now.”

That worked. Chen’s hands slid down her waist, slowly teasing her. “Two guys? Is that enough? Add me and we’ll all serve you.”

Shen Mengke smiled. “Three? Not impossible—but they’d better be hot…”

Before she could finish, Chen bit her earlobe.

The steamy air wrapped around her, and the rest of her words evaporated. When Chen’s tongue licked her cheek, her whole face turned scarlet.

“I’m worth more than the three of them combined,” Chen whispered in her ear.

Their movements grew bolder, the temperature rose. Their moans mixed with the chirping of cicadas outside.

The moon peeked through the clouds and shone through the gauzy curtains. Shen Mengke trembled, her tears mixing with everything else flooding from her.

She bit Chen Yanxing hard, leaving who-knows-how-many marks.

But neither was satisfied. From top to bottom, inside and out, they were drenched in sweat, their breaths and moans tangled in the corners of the room. It was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

Their souls shattered and were reborn that night—fused into something new. Shen Mengke no longer felt like herself. She was Chen Yanxing. Their flesh and bl00d had merged.

Tonight, Nuwa had done a good deed—letting them sleep together. But far away, in a small courtyard, someone else was wide awake under the same moonlight.

Shu Yun sat on the garden swing, copying what Shen Mengke had done the night before—counting stars.

The swing creaked softly.

She didn’t know what Shen Mengke had been thinking the previous night. She didn’t know what she should be thinking now.

Everything had seemed fine that afternoon—but by night, Chen Xingxing hadn’t come back, and Shen Mengke had reportedly gone out.

Shu Yun asked the driver and learned Shen had gone to Yaoxhou.

Yaoxhou hadn’t been open in Jiangcheng for long. Back when it launched, Shu Yun had already gone abroad. Her traditional parents hadn’t paid any attention to such places, so when they were invited to Yaoxhou’s opening, the Shu family didn’t attend—and never got access badges.

She borrowed a brooch from a friend to sneak in.

It was her first time in such a place. An unfamiliar sense of unease gripped her. She wanted to leave, but something inside pushed her forward—to the club in the basement.

Despite having entered showbiz young, Shu Yun’s heart was still pure. Her family had shielded her too well.

As soon as she stepped off the elevator, loud music hit her like a wall. Her heart fluttered in discomfort, but she pushed on.

She entered a world she’d never known, frowning with each step.

Somehow, someone—or something—seemed to guide her.

Then, she saw Shen Mengke.

Shen was laughing, drinking, and—kissing someone.

Shu Yun froze, stunned, watching the two on the sofa. Shen was on someone’s lap, clearly close. Clearly lovers.

Her eyes burned. She turned her head, heart aching.

She was shocked that Shen had lied—and even more shocked to see this side of her. She’d never known this Shen Mengke.

She had missed seven years of Shen’s life. Shen wasn’t the innocent college girl she used to be. These years in showbiz had shaped her into someone new.

As Shu Yun looked again, Shen Mengke lay in Chen Yanxing’s arms, whispering something. Chen smiled.

Suddenly, Chen looked up—and their eyes met.

Through the noise, the crowd, and flashing lights—they locked eyes.