Picking Up Fragments

"Why... are you here... senior brother..." Wang Xinyi blushed, still as shy as ever.

"Hehe, I was too lazy to go upstairs. I'll shower later."

After Jiang Siming said that, he pressed a button at the base of the sofa. The sofa, which could only fit one person lying down, merged into a comfortable bed.

High-end furniture certainly has its benefits.

Soon, a charming sound echoed from the sofa.

Jiang Siming didn't forget to follow the steps of the Yin-Yang technique and began performing the first move, "Nurturing the Source and Strengthening the Body."

As soon as he performed this move, they both felt an experience at least ten times more pleasant than usual.

Wang Xinyi was instantly 'overwhelmed' and collapsed.

Jiang Siming almost couldn't hold back himself, but he managed to stop in time, controlling the situation with sheer willpower.

As Wang Xinyi was 'overwhelmed,' a cool energy flowed into Jiang Siming's body, quickly traveling to his Baihui acupoint before merging into his dantian.

Jiang Siming felt as if he had undergone a long period of intense cultivation, with his physical condition slightly improving.

But he hadn't done anything! He had just been with his girlfriend for a while.

That short time actually gave him the equivalent of long hours of training. It was truly miraculous.

At this moment, Jiang Siming felt both mentally and physically revitalized.

"Damn, this dual cultivation technique is so powerful. This is just the first round. If I can practice the remaining eight moves, what kind of effects will that have..."

Thinking of this, Jiang Siming immediately resumed 'absorbing' Wang Xinyi's Yin energy.

That night, the entire living room was filled with the sound of Wang Xinyi's tired yet incredibly joyful moans, which echoed much more clearly than usual.

It wasn't until Wang Xinyi was completely exhausted that Jiang Siming performed another round of "Nurturing the Source and Strengthening the Body," reaching the peak of both physical and mental energy, before finally stopping.

After Jiang Siming fired his final 'bullet,' a stream of pure Yang energy flowed into Wang Xinyi's body as well.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The sweat on Wang Xinyi's face disappeared at a visible speed, and her skin, as if it had undergone thousands of spa treatments, became even more radiant and flawless than before.

However, Wang Xinyi had already fallen asleep and didn't notice the changes in her body at all. She just knew that she slept very soundly and comfortably.

But while she was asleep, Jiang Siming couldn't sleep.

At this moment, he was still full of energy, despite having 'fired a shot,' and was filled with vigor.

He looked at the time—they had returned at eight o'clock, and now it was only ten-thirty. It was still early.

"How about... I go find Sister Xuan or Daidai?" Jiang Siming glanced at his phone. Zhao Xuan had messaged him, saying she was visiting her parents with their daughter, and Daimei was live streaming.

"Such a tough choice between the two," Jiang Siming scratched his head. Would his mood be cut short today?

Wait!

There was someone else!

Jiang Siming immediately took out his phone and sent a message on WeChat.

"Are you asleep?"

Jiang Lan, who was lying on her bed in the dormitory, lost in thought, heard her phone buzz. As soon as she saw the message, all the frustration and gloom of the past days disappeared in an instant.

She had thought Jiang Siming was just toying with her, as he hadn't contacted her for so long.

She had taken the initiative to message him on WeChat, but he always replied that he was busy. Jiang Lan didn't dare to bother him too much.

"I was just about to sleep. What's up?" Jiang Lan replied, intentionally adding a hint of grievance and frustration between the lines.

"Come out. Wait for me at the school gate in half an hour."

Jiang Lan pouted. This guy hadn't contacted her for so long, and now he spoke with a commanding tone. She wasn't going to give in so easily!

Then again, she quickly got up and started getting dressed and putting on makeup. What if he got impatient and left while waiting?

With that thought, Jiang Lan's movements became even quicker.

In the past, many men had pursued her, and just like Jiang Siming, she had always looked down on those 'humble suitors.'

Even though she never treated them kindly, the moment she said something, those men would immediately offer her their warm attention.

Now she had become the "humble one." With just a single word from Jiang Siming, she obediently got out of bed, carefully picked out pretty clothes, changed into clean underwear, and waited for his favor.

"Is this fate? Why did I fall in love with this bad guy..."

Jiang Lan sighed, but her hands didn't slow down as she applied makeup.

Half an hour later, Jiang Lan didn't see the familiar RS7 at the school gate but a brand-new Aston Martin instead.

At first, she thought it belonged to someone else, but then she saw that it was indeed him through the car window.

Filled with a bit of joy, she ran over, opened the door, and sat in the passenger seat.

There, she noticed a used lipstick. It certainly wasn't hers; it must have belonged to another girl.

However, the clever Jiang Lan didn't ask about it. After all, she wasn't the original main girl in his life.

But that didn't stop her from feeling upset. Sitting in the car, Jiang Lan kept her head down, silently sulking.

At that moment, a hand reached over from beside her, holding a delicate box.

"What's this?" Jiang Lan looked up.

"Open it. If you like it, take it. If not, put it back," Jiang Siming said directly, as always.

Jiang Lan carefully opened the box. Inside was an incredibly beautiful ladies' watch, and it was from Vacheron Constantin!

Jiang Lan was always interested in luxury goods—not because she was materialistic, but because she had a liking for them.

She never asked any guys for anything, even though she liked these things. She still had her principles.

Jiang Lan instantly recognized the price of the watch—it was 650,000 RMB.

And the design was very fashionable, in her favorite color—red. Jiang Lan felt as if she had just found a treasure.

"Is this for me?"

"Why so many questions? If you like it, take it. If not, leave it," Jiang Siming tossed his burnt-out cigarette out of the window.

"Yes, I like it!" Jiang Lan hugged the box like a precious gem, overjoyed.

This marked a shift in Jiang Siming's perception of her, which had begun after he found out she was a virgin. Since then, his attitude toward her had softened.

This watch was actually a reward from a gold-fragment drop, and he had originally planned to give it to Zhao Xuan or Daimei.

But on second thought, this woman had never asked him for anything after being with him. Even though he hadn't contacted her for a long time, she didn't disturb him or ask for a single penny. She didn't seem as materialistic as he had initially imagined.

So, his heart softened, and Jiang Siming decided to give her the watch.

Without saying anything more, Jiang Siming stepped on the gas and drove Jiang Lan away from the music academy.

They drove to an intersection in Minhang District, Shanghai, where a luxurious five-star hotel stood in the most prominent location.

The word "opulent" wasn't an exaggeration to describe this hotel.

After all, it was his property.