Chapter 637 - 308: Foolish Emperor Experience Card (2)

Chapter 637: Chapter 308: Foolish Emperor Experience Card (2)

"It’s all about location. Touching feels different depending on where you are."

Lin Shen explained with a wicked grin.

"Touching your leg in a car is way more exciting than touching it in bed."

"Is that so?"

Jiang Wan blinked her lovely eyes. A thought seemed to cross her mind, and the corners of her lips couldn’t help but curl into a slight smile.

She deliberately glanced at the back seat, then spoke, her words laden with implication.

"This Maybach of yours seems to have a lot of room in the back. What if we..."

"What if we what?"

Lin Shen froze. His heart suddenly began to race, and he eagerly awaited what Jiang Wan would say next.

He had clearly understood the subtext in her words, but she’d stopped halfway, leaving him hanging!

Instead, she was just staring at him with a mischievous smile.

"Nothing."

"Jiang Wan, that’s not fair. You can’t just edge me like that."

Lin Shen couldn’t help but complain before asking in a hushed, probing tone.

"Did you want to do... *that*... in the back of the car with me?"

"I’m not the one who thought of it, *you’re* the one who said it out loud."

Jiang Wan put on an innocent look, tapping her cheek with her right index finger as she offered a "serious" analysis.

"Even though there’s a lot of room back there, it’s still not enough to really move around. And there’s that partition. The captain’s chairs are comfortable, though."

"In that case, I’ll buy a big luxury van next time."

This was an idea Lin Shen had been considering for a while.

The Maybach was for business, the two Ferraris were for showing off, and the remaining luxury van would be for... playing games with girls in the car.

Life couldn’t get any better!

Seeing Lin Shen seriously considering the idea, Jiang Wan didn’t object. In fact, she seemed quite interested.

"You mean the ones with the rotating seats?"

"Yeah. I hear they’re really spacious and offer great privacy."

"I knew you were up to no good."

Jiang Wan chided him playfully. She then pulled up her favorite playlist of Chinese-style music on the car’s sound system and started humming along.

Work had been hectic lately, but after spending the whole day on a date with Lin Shen, it felt as if all her exhaustion and worries had vanished completely.

Her heart was filled with nothing but anticipation for the night ahead.

Soon, the car pulled into Sunac Binjiang No.1 Courtyard and parked in the bright, dazzling underground garage.

"My dear consort, please alight."

As they got out, Lin Shen decided to be playful. He opened Jiang Wan’s door for her and, ever the gentleman, even shielded the top of the doorframe with his hand so she wouldn’t bump her head.

"Be careful, my dear consort. It would break my heart if you got hurt."

PFFT—!

Jiang Wan couldn’t help but laugh out loud at Lin Shen’s antics. Then, with a playful blink of her lovely eyes, she took his arm and decided to play along.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. You’ve been driving the ’carriage’ all this way. You must take care of your imperial person."

’Driving a carriage? What the hell!’

Lin Shen inwardly roasted her. He cleared his throat twice to compose himself, then wrapped an arm around Jiang Wan’s slender waist with a sly chuckle.

"Thank you for your concern, my dear consort. What do you think? Isn’t our palace magnificent?"

"Very magnificent."

Jiang Wan made a show of looking around the underground garage before feigning ignorance and asking with curiosity.

"It’s just... Your Majesty, why is your imperial garden so barren? There isn’t even a single decent plant or flower."

"We’re not there yet. When I have time, I’ll show you around."

Lin Shen was clearly having trouble keeping up the act, but Jiang Wan was more than happy to indulge him in this childish role-playing game.

After all, as the internet says, a couple might last a few months because of looks and personality...

...but if they last three or four years, it’s probably because they’re both just as crazy.

Although Lin Shen and Jiang Wan had only been together for a little over two months, they already had the comfortable dynamic of an old married couple.

So, when she was alone with Lin Shen, Jiang Wan loved to be playful and fool around with him.

Therefore, after they took the elevator up to his apartment, Jiang Wan continued to address Lin Shen as "Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty, now that we have returned to the imperial bedchamber, allow me to help you change your clothes."

The moment they stepped inside, Jiang Wan started helping Lin Shen off with his coat. She even took his slippers from the shoe cabinet and knelt down, waiting to put them on for him.

This left Lin Shen feeling a bit overwhelmed by the attention, and he quickly said,

"That’s not necessary, Jiang Wan."

"Oh, Your Majesty, just relax and accept my service."

Perhaps she was getting addicted to the game, because Jiang Wan was growing more and more comfortable with the dialogue between an ancient consort and an emperor. The words came to her effortlessly, her tone filled with a charming, coquettish allure.

"It’s not often you grace me with your presence. I must certainly serve you well."

"..."

Jiang Wan’s performance stirred something in Lin Shen. After all, her outfit really did make her look like an imperial consort from ancient times.

It was thoroughly satisfying his fantasy of being an emperor.

’Nice!’

A warmth spread through Lin Shen’s chest. He decided to stop protesting and simply accept Jiang Wan’s kind gesture, letting her help him change.

"Your Majesty, please have a seat. I will pour you a cup of tea."

After Lin Shen sat down on the sofa, Jiang Wan, dressed in a Hanfu, walked into the kitchen.

It felt like the roles were completely reversed, as if Jiang Wan were the master of the apartment now.

As she busied herself in the kitchen, the warm ambient lighting allowed Lin Shen to clearly see her beautiful silhouette in the Hanfu.

The contrast between her and the modern kitchen was striking, creating the illusion that she had just time-traveled to the present.

It was only when Jiang Wan approached with a gentle smile, holding a glass filled with ice and Coke, that Lin Shen snapped out of his daze.

"Coke? How did you know I like to drink this?"

"Your Majesty, I have been by your side for over sixty days. How could I not know your tastes?"

Jiang Wan handed the Coke to Lin Shen. But just as he took it, the glass "wobbled," and a little bit of the soda spilled out, landing squarely on his pants.

"Oh no!"

As if she’d committed some terrible crime, Jiang Wan gasped and covered her mouth. She quickly knelt by Lin Shen’s leg, grabbed a tissue from the table, and began dabbing at the soda on his pants, apologizing profusely all the while.

"I’m so sorry, Your Majesty! I was so clumsy, I can’t believe I spilled the drink on you. My crime deserves a thousand deaths! Please, Your Majesty, punish me!"

"..."

’Seriously, lady!’

’You’re really getting into this character, aren’t you!’

After silently roasting her, Lin Shen found himself admiring Jiang Wan’s acting skills.

’Honestly, her performance is totally on point!’

From her expression to her words and actions, she perfectly portrayed the terror and trepidation of a consort who had just made a mistake.

Her eyes, especially—timid and evasive—made one want to just... ravish her.

’Her acting is seriously good!’

’It feels like a waste for her not to be in showbiz with talent like this.’

After praising her a few more times in his head, Lin Shen cleared his throat twice. He had no choice but to play along.

After all, he couldn’t just let her perform a monologue by herself, could he?

That would be way too awkward.

"How should I punish you?"

Lin Shen gently lifted Jiang Wan’s chin, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze. A wicked smile spread across his face.

"How do you want me to punish you?"

"Hmm..."

Jiang Wan thought for a moment, then lowered her head in a slight bow.

"Then... how about I attend to Your Majesty’s bath first? And then... Your Majesty can punish me properly afterward. Would that be acceptable?"

"Fine. But not right now."

Lin Shen helped Jiang Wan to her feet with a light chuckle.

"How about you dance for me first? After all, you went to the trouble of wearing this outfit. We can’t let it go to waste."

"Alright."

After curtsying, Jiang Wan retreated to the center of the living room and began to perform the "Learning to Walk in Handan" dance, which had recently gone viral online.

Her graceful figure, combined with her shy, demure smile, was an especially captivating sight.

And of course, there was the flash of her black-stockinged calves, peeking out from beneath the hem of her skirt. It was enough to give Lin Shen a "one-day pass to being a debauched emperor."

He finally understood why those emperors of old never got bored, even without cell phones.

’How could life ever be boring with so many beautiful consorts around!’

Noticing his increasingly heated gaze, Jiang Wan’s eyes danced. She suddenly spun around to face him, then, taking the hem of her skirt, slowly lifted it to reveal her beautiful legs, clad in black stockings.

The stark contrast between the traditional Hanfu and the black garter stockings made Lin Shen’s heart race. He could feel the "Supreme Bone" within him beginning to awaken.

’Sublime!’