Chapter 34: Sister Wen Yin’s Punishment
“Little brother, we’re at Muyin District. That’s 53 yuan. Scan here for payment. Add me on WeChat, and I’ll give you a discount~”
“Uh… no thanks, sister. I’ve paid. Bye.”
If the sisters’ flirtation at the mall felt like a possible scam, the bold teasing from the burly female cab driver confirmed it for Su Qi. His Crisp Wife ability upgrade had undeniably boosted his charm, even in male form. Passersby’s lingering stares and women’s forward pursuits—like the driver’s—proved it. But the women drawn to him were all strong, assertive types, unlike his gentle, beloved Wen Yin-jie.
Stepping out at Muyin District’s entrance, Su Qi’s heart fluttered with nerves at the thought of seeing Wen Yin. Will she like the changes from my ability upgrade? If she knew about my body’s… transformations, would she still care for me?
Lost in romantic worries, he didn’t notice he’d been spotted the moment he exited the cab. A stray tabby cat—no, its controller, Gu Wen Yin, who’d just received his return message—watched him. Sleepless from worrying, faint dark circles shadowed her phoenix eyes, noticeable against her smooth skin. But she cared little for appearances. Her focus was on the cab driver’s eager demeanor and Su Qi’s flustered reaction, hinting at yet another woman pursuing her “little brother.”
Though Su Qi seemed to reject the driver, Wen Yin’s heart stirred with irritation. No one covets my Xiao Qi. But a solution formed: I’ll confirm our relationship today to end this.
Ah… achoo!
In the familiar elevator to the 15th floor, a breeze through the window made Su Qi sneeze, his nose tingling. Rubbing it, he frowned. Is someone badmouthing me? Li Jian? That gremlin An Xiao Ling? Or am I catching a cold?
The thought of a cold sparked anger. Damn Lin Xue-jie! Not only did she not take me home as promised, but she dragged me to her place, slept clinging to me, and didn’t even cover me with a blanket—just ate my tofu! The interrupted mall call, meant to confront her, was derailed by those sisters. Next time, I’ll make it clear: no more taking me to her bed. No, I won’t let her escort me at all! If I’m on Wildcat missions, I’ll stay at Room 1501 and go home in the morning.
Cursing Lin Xue in his mind, Su Qi reached Room 1507. Passing 1506, nostalgia hit. At ten, when he moved to Muyin, Wen Yin and his sister Su Lulu, both 13, would drag him to Wen Yin’s home. Her room, scented with roses, had a soft, comforting bed. He recalled falling asleep there once, wrapped in her fragrant blankets, feeling safe. But after his parents vanished and Lulu fell comatose, gender differences limited their meetups to his home. Staring at 1506’s door, he longed to visit Wen Yin’s rose-scented room again, maybe even sleep in that cozy bed.
Lost in thought, 1507’s door opened. A sultry, chiding voice spoke. “Xiao Qi, you finally came back!”
Wen Yin stood in a purple house dress, apron tied at her slim waist, hands on hips. Her mildly scolding yet worried tone stirred a strange warmth in Su Qi, like a husband returning from work to a devoted wife.
Forgetting his cold or badmouthing worries, he noticed her dark circles, guilt rising. She must’ve been so worried. Facing her kindness, his planned lie felt wrong, but revealing his Crisp Wife ability was unthinkable.
As he wrestled with guilt, Wen Yin’s soft, rose-scented embrace enveloped him. Unlike Lin Xue’s cool hug, Wen Yin’s was like sunlight, relaxing him completely. Expecting criticism for his absence, this dreamlike hug stunned him.
Lifting his guilty face to confirm reality, he saw Wen Yin’s serious expression, her lips pursed. “Xiao Qi, you were naughty last night, ignoring my messages and calls. I was so worried. I’m upset and will punish you!”
“Punish?” The gentle Wen Yin saying such an uncharacteristic word sparked nervous curiosity. What kind of punishment?
Her left hand rose. Expecting a playful forehead flick—her usual reprimand for overworking—he closed his eyes. But no pain came. Instead, a crisp slap landed on his perky backside.
Pi~
A faint blush spread across his face. Wen Yin-jie’s punishment is… spanking? The shame mixed with an inexplicable thrill. Am I… a masochist?
Meanwhile, Wen Yin froze. She’d noticed Su Qi’s ability-induced changes at the door. The spank was meant as a light reprimand for his absence. But the Q-bouncy, perky feel of his backside threw her off. Why is Xiao Qi’s butt so perfect? What kind of ability did he awaken?!