Such a Handsome Little Brother
Lin Zimo pulls up smoothly and parks the car, then walks around to the passenger side. Looking at Gu Qingcheng, he says, "Do you want to walk yourself?"
The moment Gu Qingcheng hears this, her hesitation vanishes. She lifts her chin proudly. "No, carry me up."
She's already like this anyway—might as well go again...
Lin Zimo chuckles silently to himself. The icy female CEO is still firmly in his grasp. The higher up they are, the less they like to admit defeat.
By the time trembling Gu Qingcheng is carried through the door by Lin Zimo, she's like she was just fished out of water.
Soaking wet.
Her fair cheeks glow pink.
Those usually composed, elegant eyes are now hazy with desire.
Gu Qingcheng slumps limply in Lin Zimo's arms for a moment before kicking off her high heels with shaky feet.
After Lin Zimo's "floodwaters breaching the dam" three times, her high-cold CEO image has crumbled three times over.
At this point, Gu Qingcheng couldn't care less about her image in front of Lin Zimo. Her bare, pale jade feet step onto the carpet as she says, "Lin Zimo, make yourself at home in the living room. There's drinks in the fridge. I'm going to the bedroom to change."
Lin Zimo sees how completely at ease Gu Qingcheng is around him, like he's no outsider.
He sits on the sofa with a smile.
The second Gu Qingcheng enters the bedroom, she strips off all her clothes—especially her panties, which have been sticking uncomfortably to her skin the whole way, soaked through.
Finally, some relief.
She has no idea what's up with this Lin Zimo. Why does she lose control and get so excited the moment she touches him?
Just this short afternoon, and she's climaxed three times—way more than her usual self-reward frequency.
Gu Qingcheng stares at her reflection in the full-length mirror, eyes watery, bites her red lip, and blushes as she grabs a few tissues.
She wipes down her tender, plump body and slips into a form-fitting spaghetti-strap maxi dress.
Gu Qingcheng reapplies her lipstick, adjusts her mindset, and lifts her chin.
She was careless before. This time, she'll hold herself together.
She's the female president of the Gu Group—she won't submit that easily.
Regaining her calm and steady demeanor, Gu Qingcheng opens the door and heads to the living room.
Lin Zimo sits leisurely on the sofa. Hearing the sound, he looks up and sees Gu Qingcheng gliding out, graceful and alluring.
The body-hugging mermaid spaghetti-strap dress accentuates her voluptuous curves, making her look elegant and seductive, like a goddess.
"You okay?" Lin Zimo asks with concern.
Gu Qingcheng replies coolly, "Just three times. I'm fine."
Though I came so much... I'm a bit thirsty now...
"What are you talking about?" Lin Zimo adds, "I meant your foot—still okay?"
Gu Qingcheng breaks character in an instant, blushing furiously. "It's fine. Not as painful anymore."
She grabs two bottles of ice water from the fridge, sets one in front of Lin Zimo, and takes a big gulp herself before finally cooling down.
"Good to hear." Lin Zimo relaxes, seeing her walk without much issue.
Gu Qingcheng sits on the sofa and sizes up Lin Zimo a few times before saying, "I'm hungry. You're the perfect boyfriend who can solve all my problems, right? So make me a delicious dinner."
Customer request detected. Integrating various God-level Culinary skills for the host.
Lin Zimo hears the voice in his mind, keeps a straight face, and looks at Gu Qingcheng. "No problem. What do you want?"
He's hungry too. The sandwich he whipped up last time was so good—he's looking forward to trying his god-level culinary skills.
"As long as you provide the ingredients, I can make anything—full Manchu-Han Imperial Feast, Western cuisine, Japanese dishes, seafood, you name it."
"Pretty confident, huh? Then I'll have someone send over ingredients." Gu Qingcheng raises an eyebrow, smiling charmingly.
"I want golden soup fish maw abalone chicken, truffle silver-thread stir-fried king crab, Boston lobster... Don't disappoint me."
In this moment, Gu Qingcheng feels like she's finally reclaimed her commanding CEO aura, back in control.
She calls her subordinate with delight, ordering the ingredients delivered.
Lin Zimo smiles faintly. "Don't worry, I won't let you down."
Then he asks, "Where's the bathroom?"
Gu Qingcheng points toward the bedroom. "Need to go? It's over there."
Lin Zimo nods. "Yeah, I'll hit the bathroom first. Start cooking once the ingredients arrive."
"Sure."
Gu Qingcheng says casually, grabs the remote to turn on the TV without watching, and pulls out her phone to play games.
She just enters the battle royale lobby when something hits her. She jerks her head up and yells at Lin Zimo, "Lin Zimo, wait! Don't go in!"
But Lin Zimo's long legs carry him too fast—he's already opened the door and stepped in.
He stares dumbfounded at the few uniquely shaped sex toys scattered casually on the bathroom floor.
Holy shit!
Gu Qingcheng looks so cold and abstinent on the surface, but she's wild in private.
No wonder she floods so easily at his touch—not entirely his divine hand's doing.
Gu Qingcheng realizes the toys from her last trial are still in there and rushes over.
She sees Lin Zimo standing in the doorway, staring blankly at the vibrating toys on the floor.
Boom— Her freshly calmed face flushes crimson again.
Furious and embarrassed, she hisses, "Lin Zimo! Close your eyes and use the guest bathroom one!"
Lin Zimo snaps out of it at her commanding tone, turns to her flushed face, and teases, "Gu Qingcheng, didn't expect you to have quite the toy collection."
"Shut up! Go pee already." Gu Qingcheng, mortified, grabs his shirt and shoves him away.
After three lessons, she doesn't dare touch his body lightly anymore.
"Alright, alright, I'm going." Lin Zimo, amused, lets her push him into the adjacent guest room.
Gu Qingcheng blushing like that is adorable—fun and cute.
Bang— Gu Qingcheng slams the guest room door in humiliated rage.
Lin Zimo can't help bursting out laughing. "Hahaha..."
Gu Qingcheng, face burning, ignores her still-sprained foot and dashes to the living room bathroom on tiptoe.
She grabs black trash bags, scoops up the toys, seals them tight, and tosses them in the bin.
These things suck anyway—caused her embarrassment. Good riddance.
...
When Lin Zimo emerges from the guest bathroom, he sees Gu Qingcheng on the couch, playing games on her phone, though her fair cheeks still hold a faint blush.
Hearing him, she glances coolly. "Lin Zimo, ingredients are here. Go cook."
"As you command, my CEO majesty." Lin Zimo chuckles.
After seeing her blush, no matter how stern she acts, she's just a paper tiger to him.
Their vibe loosens up naturally.
Sunset glow spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the spacious, elegant dining room.
The kitchen is fully equipped and spotless.
Lin Zimo heads to the open kitchen, eyes the massive king crab waving its claws on the island, the Boston lobsters, and the old hen.
He ties on an apron. Drawing on his new culinary knowledge, he starts stewing the golden soup fish maw abalone chicken.
Then, deftly steams the king crab, finely chops black truffles—elegant and precise.
He picks the crab meat, heats butter in a wok with ginger, adds ingredients.
Lin Zimo stir-fries the truffle silver-thread king crab flawlessly. Soon, the rich, savory aroma of truffles and crab fills the air.
On the sofa, Gu Qingcheng pretends to game but keeps stealing glances at Lin Zimo.
She doesn't notice her pleated-skirt character get eliminated; team chat flashes with angry rants, but she's muted it.
Her eyes fix on Lin Zimo's handsome figure bustling in the kitchen, inhaling the food scents.
Gu Qingcheng swallows hard, exits the game, and walks over. "Lin Zimo, your cooking skills are actually pretty good."
Lin Zimo plates the truffle silver-thread king crab and grins meaningfully at her. "My other skills are pretty good too. Want to try?"
Gu Qingcheng's gaze drifts down involuntarily.
So big!
"Try your head!" She blushes, waving a small pink fist. "I'm starving—hurry up, I wanna eat!"
After Lin Zimo's antics, her domineering CEO aura melts into girly tsundere.
Lin Zimo smiles—it's only a matter of time. Seeing her swallow repeatedly, he picks up a piece of crab leg with chopsticks. "Want to taste the king crab first?"
"Yes, yes—!" Gu Qingcheng opens her red lips wide.
She'd usually be done eating by now, but she's famished.
The long strip of crab leg slides into her mouth. The meat is plump and fresh, truffles silky smooth.
Flavor explodes on her tongue, bringing indescribable satisfaction.
The crab's freshness, truffle aroma, and silver threads blend perfectly, intoxicating.
Gu Qingcheng's eyes sparkle with delight. "Mmm! So good!" Her tone brims with surprise and bliss.
She's had top chefs' king crab before, but none match Lin Zimo's. She's stunned.
"Lin Zimo! Your cooking is amazing—this is the best king crab I've ever had!"
Lin Zimo watches her eyes light up with genuine praise and laughs. "There's even better."
"Hurry and finish it all—I can't wait!" Gu Qingcheng says tsundere-style.
"Got it, speeding up." Lin Zimo dotes, starting on the Boston lobster.
After some busywork, Lin Zimo finishes all the dishes.
They carry them to the table.
"Smells amazing. You're awesome, Lin Zimo. Let's eat." Gu Qingcheng grabs chopsticks eagerly.
"Yeah, starved, huh? Dig in."
Lin Zimo's ravenous too and starts eating.
Boom!
Unprecedented deliciousness detonates on his tongue!
Too good!
Worth the system's god-level skills—good enough to bring tears.
The Boston lobster is tender and silky, every bite pure joy.
Lin Zimo savors not just the freshness but the nuanced texture.
Gu Qingcheng chews like it's a feast for her senses, letting out soft moans.
"Mmm! This flavor... exquisite!"
The golden soup fish maw abalone chicken gleams yellow, aromatic.
Gu Qingcheng spoons a bit, savoring.
The distinct fish maw, fused abalone and chicken—fresh and perfect.
"This broth is rich and savory, endless aftertaste. So drinkable."
Lin Zimo also made crisp stir-fried water spinach, fragrant and tender.
Gu Qingcheng chews delicately, relishing the freshness and crispness.
"Mmm! Even simple greens are this good."
Fresh taste, crunchy texture—like spring fields, nature's sweet purity. Irresistible.
Gu Qingcheng smiles contentedly, eyes gleaming.
"Lin Zimo, you've conquered my taste buds completely."
"Glad you like it." Lin Zimo's satisfied too—truly delicious!
The kitchen window's open; aromas waft out.
"What smell! So fragrant!"
"Oh god, amazing! Who's cooking?"
"Gulp... Just ate dinner, now hungry again."
Gu Qingcheng's downstairs neighbors are all drawn by the scent!
In a home two floors down.
A weary noblewoman holds a tray of food, gazing at her twin daughters—weak, bedridden, on IV nutrition.
Tears well in her pained eyes as she begs, "Xing'er, Yue'er, it's been four days without food. Please eat? Mom's begging you."
The two exquisite, pretty faces are pale without color. The frail girls whisper.
"Mom, I don't want to eat."
Bai Lixing's once-vibrant eyes now hold haze and helplessness.
"Mom, sorry... I can't."
Bai Liyue's lips, once rosy, are dry and ashen—like a wilted rose.
Twin sisters Bai Lixing and Bai Liyue have always been sickly and fragile.
Days ago, kidnapped on the way home from school, traumatized by unknown horrors. Rescued, they both developed anorexia.
The noblewoman dragged them to top hospitals, hired countless experts—all helpless.
Anorexia means no eating; IVs sustain them short-term. Long-term, life-threatening—doctors say max a month.
Thinking her barely-adult twins have only a month left, the noblewoman's tears flow.
"Wahhh... My poor Xing'er, Yue'er..."
The middle-aged man nearby bows his head sadly, unable to watch his daughters suffer.
In the living room, two doctors pore over anorexia treatments, brows furrowed.
Then.
An enticing food aroma drifts in on the breeze from upstairs.
"So fragrant... Sis, smell that? Food?"
Bai Liyue sniffs deeply, uncertainly asking her sister.
Bai Lixing inhales sharply; her dull eyes spark with life. "So fragrant... I smell it too, sis."
At first, the aroma does nothing to the twins. But as it lingers, their aversion fades; hunger awakens, demanding food.
Hooked by the scent, a spark of life returns. In sync, they look at their mom. "Mom... smells so good... We want to eat..."
White Jade, mid-sob, stuns. "What? You want food?!"
Everyone crowds in shock but halts—girls fear men since rescue.
"Mm." Pale, pretty faces nod together.
White Jade weeps joyfully. "Yes, yes! Mom'll get it—must be upstairs neighbors."
She rises hastily but slender hands tug her clothes.
"Mom, we want to go with you." Bai Lixing and Bai Liyue swallow, saying.
Upstairs.
As Lin Zimo and Gu Qingcheng enjoy the feast blissfully.
Ding-dong— Doorbell rings.
"Who's this, so late?" Gu Qingcheng looks up puzzled.
Reluctantly setting down her chopsticks, "Perfect boyfriend, peel me some lobster leg." She heads to the door.
Peering at the monitor, she sees downstairs neighbors: middle-aged couple with frail, pretty twins and two attendant doctors.
Gu Qingcheng opens up. "Mrs. Bai, Mr. Bai, something wrong?"
She's not close, but knows the twins' kidnapping ordeal led to anorexia.
The elegant Mrs. Bai Bai Yu faces Gu Qingcheng awkwardly but earnestly. "Miss Gu, sorry to bother. My daughters smelled your food and actually want to eat for once. Could you sell us two portions?"
Mr. Bai, keeping distance from daughters, pleads sincerely. "Miss Gu, my girls haven't eaten in five days. Name your price—Bai Xinghai will pay anything."
Bai Xinghai's business habit—solve with money—but plea genuine.
Gu Qingcheng startles.
Lin Zimo's cooking tempts even anorexics?
Pity surges for the delicate, pitiable beauties. "No need to be so formal, Mrs. and Mr. Bai. If the girls have appetite, come in and eat together."
"Thank you, Miss Gu." Bai Xinghai and Bai Yu brim with gratitude.
Bai Lixing and Bai Liyue softly chorus, "Thank you, big sis."
Gu Qingcheng leads them to the dining room, points at Lin Zimo. "Actually, my boyfriend Lin Zimo made it all. Thank him."
She sits, gesturing the girls to join.
Lin Zimo peels lobster for Gu Qingcheng, looks up at the noise.
Two identical, exquisite, fragile twin sisters enter his view.
Overly pale fair faces evoke pity; melancholic eyes brim with broken vulnerability.
Slender as willows, light and frail.
Matching white lace dresses, differing bowties: one pink star, one blue moon.
Clutching hands nervously, crystal eyes hold faint melancholy as they gaze at him.
Bai Lixing and Bai Liyue tense at the tall man at the table, fearing approach.
But seeing his dashing, handsome face, they stare, entranced.
Such a handsome little brother!