Jiu Yue Doesn't Want a Massage

January 19th, the evening breeze was gentle.

At nine o'clock at night, even Shanghai in January was still a little chilly. There were far fewer pedestrians even along the bustling Bund.

Yet no matter how cold the weather was today,

it could not compare to the chill in Su Qi's heart at this moment.

Just moments ago, after finishing her long phone call with her own An Ning,

Su Qi returned her phone to her mother and once again walked into the bedroom she shared with little Jiu Yue.

But the moment she entered the bedroom, she heard little Jiu Yue on the bed speaking brightly into the phone in her crisp, girlish voice.

"Brother Su said Jiu Yue is his little wife, Little Junior Sister!"

After hearing her little darling say that,

Su Qi felt as though she had fallen into an ice cellar. Wasn't this... wasn't everything exposed now?

Jiu Yue, who was still on the phone, saw Su Qi enter through the doorway and immediately said sweetly,

"Brother Su, you're back!"

Su Qi listened to the little one's crisp, girlish voice.

When she thought of how her Little Wife now knew about Jiu Yue's relationship with her—and how, if she tattled, her other wives might come charging over from Su City—Su Qi could not help but shudder.

After all, the consequences of a "Pinocchio Incident" were not something she wanted to see!

But just as Su Qi was considering how to keep her Little Wife from tattling—a nearly impossible task—

she heard her Little Wife's adorable loli voice coming from her phone.

"Sister Su, how old is little Jiu Yue this year? Her voice sounds so cute!"

Upon hearing Xiao Xiaoxiao's words, Su Qi froze and looked at the adorable little one sitting before her, with her