A Cut Above

He Jing felt like she was about to have a nervous breakdown from studying so quickly these past few days.

So she came up with a way to get back at Xu Yanche.

From morning to night, whether it was morning reading, breaks between classes, lunchtime, or right before bed, she kept sending Xu Yanche voice messages of herself reciting texts, along with videos of herself memorizing key points.

She would annoy him to death.

She would make his phone ring nonstop and force him to keep charging it from morning to night.

But her plan ultimately went wrong. She had forgotten that messages could be muted.

Xu Yanche immediately guessed what He Jing was up to.

He simply muted her. Whenever he remembered, he would send her a message praising her.

He also took screenshots of the recitation videos and voice messages she had sent him and posted them in the family group chat.

He praised He Jing.

He Yumo and Jiang Qian were delighted and showered He Jing with compliments.

They told her to keep it up. Winning the provincial top scorer title then would be no problem.

He Jing stared at how happy her parents looked and fell into deep thought.

That did not seem to be her goal.

Her main goal had been to annoy Xu Yanche.

Now, it seemed her little sister-in-law had outplayed her.

Still, being praised by her parents felt pretty good. Even her brother looked at her with approval.

He Qing rarely showed anyone an approving look.

It filled He Jing with immense satisfaction, and she decided to study hard.

She even specifically sought Xu Yanche out for advice.

Xu Yanche had the man pinned beneath him and was just about to kiss him when the phone on the bedside table announced, "Master, your son has sent you a message—"

He Qing: "..."

Seriously? They were practically kissing. Who had such terrible timing?

These past few days, he had gradually begun taking over the company and was extremely busy.

He had finally made time to visit the set because he wanted to spend some quality time cultivating his relationship with his little wife.

Just as his little wife, under his patient guidance, had pinned him to the bed and was about to kiss him—

The phone notification started going off like its life depended on it, ringing madly without pause.

Xu Yanche climbed off the bed and went to retrieve his phone from the bedside table.

Lying on top of He Qing, he checked which one of his sons had messaged him.

It turned out to be a message from He Jing.

I Just Want Some Peace: Second Brother, how did you become the provincial top scorer back then? Do you have any secrets?

Xu Yanche reached out to feel up He Qing's abs, taking the opportunity to cop a feel.

[What secret is there to becoming the provincial top scorer? Obviously, talent plus studying yourself half to death. Back then, I was after the prize money.]

Xu Yanche cleared his throat and began sending He Jing a voice message. "It's actually very simple. You just need to move your pen around a little. Of course, that applies to geniuses like me. I just asked my friends.

"They said you need to strive hard, study diligently, sleep only four or five hours a day, and spend every other moment studying. Keep it up, little sister. I believe in you."

After listening to Xu Yanche's words, He Jing fell silent.

Then she typed.

I Just Want Some Peace: Second Brother, your voice sounds a lot like a voice actor I like.

Xu Yanche got so excited that he sprang off the bed.

A Pool of Clear Water: Who is it? Are they amazing?

I Just Want Some Peace: Um... he's a somewhat crazy voice actor who has never shown his face, but his voice is really nice. His name is Long Aotian.

A Pool of Clear Water: ...

[Who are you calling crazy? I'm not crazy at all, okay? That's just bullying. I'm clearly handsome and considerate, okay?]

A Pool of Clear Water: Aren't you afraid your idol will get mad if you say that?

I Just Want Some Peace: Aotian's fans all say that about him. What's so strange about it? Second Brother, your voices really do sound alike.

He Jing had originally wanted to call Xu Yanche little sister-in-law, but it felt strange when she thought about it, so she ultimately decided to call him Second Brother.

A Pool of Clear Water: Heh. Have you never considered that I might be Long Aotian?

After sending that message, the other side showed that she was typing. But after waiting for two minutes, he still received no reply.

Then Xu Yanche tossed his phone aside and went back to tease the beauty. Nothing was more important than teasing the beauty.

Xu Yanche leaned in and gently kissed He Qing's lips.

He Qing's lips were pale, giving him the impression of someone naturally cold and unfeeling, yet they were unexpectedly nice to kiss.

Xu Yanche extended the tip of his tongue and lightly licked the seam of He Qing's lips.

But that bastard actually parted his lips.

[So this bastard is secretly quite naughty. I get it, this is called pretending to resist while secretly welcoming it. Sigh, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll indulge you properly.]

Xu Yanche kissed clumsily.

In the end, He Qing could not take it anymore. He flipped over, pinned Xu Yanche beneath him, and deepened the kiss.

Before long, Xu Yanche's eyes were brimming with desire, misty with tears from the kisses.

The culprit, meanwhile, felt that it was not enough and wanted more.

Before long, Xu Yanche's lips had been kissed slightly swollen.

He reached out and pushed He Qing away. "Are you a dog? I still have filming tomorrow."

He Qing said, "But your scenes are tomorrow afternoon."

[Fine, fine. My fist is clenched. I want to hit someone.]

He Qing also knew that his little wife might really be angry.

He pulled the blanket over his little wife and tucked him in. "My fault. Sleep."

As he spoke, he drew his little wife into his arms and gently patted Xu Yanche's back.

His voice was low and pleasant.

Xu Yanche was a sucker for good voices, so he was instantly no longer that angry.

He wrapped his arms around He Qing's waist and kissed He Qing on the lips. "Goodnight, baby Qingqing."

Then he prepared to sleep.

But just as he closed his eyes, Xu Yanche's phone notification sounded again.

It was like a death warrant.

Xu Yanche fumbled for his phone and glanced at it. It was He Jing.

Most of the messages He Jing had sent said that she had encountered the real deal.

She also begged him not to hold her earlier words against her and asked him for an autograph so she could show it off to others.

Xu Yanche typed.

A Pool of Clear Water: Nope. I don't want too many people knowing my secret identity. I am about to rest in peace now, so shut up and don't disturb my hibernation.

When He Jing saw Xu Yanche's message, she immediately deleted the message she had already drafted.

Then she edited a new one.

I Just Want Some Peace: Then can you let me see your Weibo profile page?

She wanted to confirm whether it was real.

Xu Yanche: A tiny request? Consider it done.

A Pool of Clear Water: [Image]

He Jing excitedly rolled around on the bed twice.

She had never expected her idol to be right beside her.

The past two days, she had practically had lard smeared over her brain. How had she not noticed that Xu Yanche's voice sounded so much like Long Aotian's?

I Just Want Some Peace: (✿◡‿◡) Then can you sign an autograph for me? I won't tell anyone about your secret identity.

A Pool of Clear Water: Oh? Little sister, your attitude before and after this is quite different.

I Just Want Some Peace: I was blind and failed to recognize greatness before. I hope you can forgive me, sir.

A Pool of Clear Water: Since you're being so sincere, if you rise two hundred places before the next monthly exam, I'll give you an autograph.

I Just Want Some Peace: It's a deal. No backing out.

A Pool of Clear Water: (¦3[▓▓] Goodnight

After sending the message, Xu Yanche deftly muted He Jing again to keep her from disturbing his sleep in the arms of a beauty.