Chapter 246 - 245: The Seductive Bitch Persona

Xiaolin bit her lip and tried to explain, "I... I didn’t do it on purpose! I was just passing by and heard a sound from inside..."

Yang Xun leaned back in his chair. Seeing her mortified expression, he said resignedly, "Alright, alright. It’s not like I’m going to do anything to you."

Xiaolin finally let out a sigh of relief. She walked in, closing the door behind her. "How’s Xu Yue now? When I saw her just now... she seemed comfortable?"

"It’s been temporarily alleviated, but her condition has actually gotten worse."

Yang Xun sighed and briefly explained Xu Yue’s true situation.

After hearing him out, Xiaolin was silent for a long moment before whispering, "So our plan... does that mean we need to carry it out as soon as possible?"

"Yes, the sooner the better. Dragging it out any longer will be bad for her."

Yang Xun’s eyes were filled with worry.

Xiaolin bit her lip again, as if she had made up her mind. She looked up at him, her gaze direct. "Let’s do it tomorrow, then. I’m ready."

Yang Xun raised a slight eyebrow. "Are you sure? No backing out?"

"For my best friend’s health, I won’t back out."

Her tone was exceptionally firm.

It was clear she was genuinely worried about Xu Yue. After all, if the illness really reached an uncontrollable stage, Xu Yue wouldn’t be able to do anything but lie in bed, tormented by desire.

Meanwhile, Xu Yue had taken a shower and was lying exhaustedly in bed when she caught a familiar scent.

A thought flashed through her mind—the scent was very similar to the "Beauty Milk."

But just as soon as the idea appeared, she dismissed it.

’The Beauty Milk can’t be Yang Xun’s semen. After all, Yang Xun and Yang Cai are brother and sister; how could she get her brother’s semen?’

’It’s all just men’s semen anyway, so it’s normal for them to smell similar.’

Xu Yue shook the random thoughts from her head and soon drifted off to sleep.

At the same time, in Yang Xun’s room, Xiaolin, clad in a light pink silk nightgown, had climbed barefoot onto the bed and struck a seductive pose.

Yang Xun had just stepped out of the bathroom when he was greeted by this heart-pounding, blush-inducing scene.

His hair was still damp, and he was wearing a dark gray short-sleeved t-shirt and loose shorts.

Xiaolin parted her lovely legs slightly, revealing the view beneath her nightgown. She whispered alluringly, "The big show is tomorrow. I want to have a rehearsal with you first, so nothing goes wrong."

"How do you want to rehearse?"

Yang Xun sat down beside her, his large hand stroking her fair, slender calf.

"Xu Yue gets home around six-thirty every day, so I’ll be waiting in your room at five-thirty."

"We’ll get ready first, and when she walks in, we’ll start. How do you think we should act to really provoke Xu Yue?"

Although Xiaolin had been in a few relationships, she was still a novice when it came to the drama of an affair.

"You just act like a seductive little tramp and take the lead in seducing me."

The moment the words left Yang Xun’s mouth, Xiaolin lightly punched him.

"I don’t want to be a tramp! It took me forever to mentally prepare for having a fake affair with you. If you want me to be the one to seduce you, I’m afraid I won’t be able to do it."

Deep down, Xiaolin was proud; she couldn’t bring herself to fawn over a man.

"Do you want to save Xu Yue or not?"

Yang Xun’s brows furrowed, his expression turning serious.

"Of course I want to save her, but I’ve never acted before. I don’t know what to say."

Xiaolin looked troubled.

"Just imagine you’re a woman seducing her best friend’s husband. You’ll naturally know what to say. Go on, let me hear a few lines."

Hearing this, Xiaolin thought for a moment before forcing herself to say, "Something like... something like, ’Xu Yue can’t satisfy you, so as her best friend, I’ll take care of you for her.’ Something like that."

Yang Xun almost burst out laughing, but he struggled to maintain a serious expression. "Those lines... are certainly impactful."

"You have the nerve to laugh!"

Xiaolin shot him a glare, her tone a mix of shame and annoyance. "If it weren’t to help Xu Yue, I’d never say such shameless things even if you beat me to death!"

"Alright, alright, you’re working hard."

Yang Xun quickly suppressed his smile and said seriously, "Stick to that persona tomorrow, and don’t blow your cover. And when the time comes, be loud. We need to lure Xu Yue over."

Xiaolin nodded, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her nightgown. She seemed anxious. "So now... should we try it out? I need to get used to the role, or I might not perform well tomorrow."

Seeing her nervous yet earnest expression, Yang Xun suddenly felt the urge to tease her.

"Then start now. Let’s see if your ’seductive tramp’ skills are up to par."

Xiaolin glared at him, took a deep breath, and then, as if throwing all caution to the wind, stood up and walked over to Yang Xun. She placed a hand on his shoulder, leaned in slightly, and stared directly into his eyes.

"Ah Xun, aren’t you lonely sleeping by yourself? Yueyue can’t satisfy you. Do you want me to help?"

Her voice was deliberately low, laced with a forced charm and provocation.

The moment the words came out, she got goosebumps herself, but she forced herself not to back down.

Yang Xun leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. "Well, look at you. Not bad. Continue."

Xiaolin bit her lip and, deciding to go for broke, sat right down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

She leaned close to his ear, her breath fragrant. "That Xu Yue... she’s so boring. What’s the fun in being with her? Why not... try a different flavor?"

Yang Xun almost broke character and laughed but managed to hold it in. "Where did you learn these lines?"

"That’s how they act in TV dramas!"

Xiaolin’s cheeks were so red they looked like they could bleed, but she stubbornly held her seductive pose. "Alright, alright, stop laughing! I’ll just do my best when the time comes. Now let me down!"

But Yang Xun didn’t let go immediately. Instead, he looked up into her beautiful eyes, slightly red from nervousness, and his tone suddenly grew serious. "Are you sure you’re ready? Tomorrow isn’t just acting. Some things... will have to be done for real."

Xiaolin’s breath hitched. She was silent for a moment before replying in a low voice, "I know. I’ve thought it through. As long as it helps Xu Yue’s condition, I’m willing to do anything."

She paused, her voice growing even softer. "Besides... you might be a bit of a bastard, but I... I don’t dislike you."

Yang Xun looked at her blushing face and suppressed the urge to caress it, finally letting go. "Alright, it’s getting late. You should go back and get some rest. We have a hard battle to fight tomorrow."

Xiaolin stood up from his lap and smoothed out her wrinkled nightgown. Just as she was about to leave, she heard a commotion from downstairs.

Just then, Xu Feifan, reeking of alcohol, staggered inside.

Meng Qiaofei was holding a handbag in one hand and supporting him with the other, struggling to get him onto the sofa.