Chapter 256: Living Well

The residential complex was built five years ago, and it just so happened that an owner was preparing to sell; the apartment was a two-bedroom, one-living room unit, ninety square meters in size, with all appliances and furniture included.

In the end, Shen Yan secured ownership of the property for the price of one million.

During the New Year's holiday, the siblings Fang Tian and Fang Xiang officially moved in; of course, Fang Xiang did not tell her younger brother the truth, only saying that the apartment was rented.

"We can both earn money now, so we can properly let ourselves live a bit more comfortably."

Regarding this, Fang Tian naturally had no objections; his sister had sacrificed too much for this family, and now that they were finally a bit better off, it was only right to improve their quality of life.

Taking the elevator to the 9th floor, Shen Yan knocked on the door.

"Click!" came a crisp sound.

A beautiful silhouette wearing an apron and holding a spatula appeared at the doorway.

Her supple long hair hung naturally from both shoulders, and her cheeks, which carried a hint of baby fat, were rarely adorned with makeup; her luscious lip gloss was as tempting as a ripe cherry, and her curved willow-leaf eyebrows and the light, elegant eyeshadow on her upper eyelids made her eyes look larger and brighter.

Dressed like this, she looked just like a Barbie doll that had stepped out of a manga.

"Boss, you're here!" Fang Xiang said sweetly, the surprise on her face completely unhidden.

Shen Yan raised an eyebrow and praised, "Haven't seen you for a while, the little wildcat has become even prettier!"

"No way!"

A blush spread across Fang Xiang's cheeks, and the corners of her mouth lifted into a lovely arc involuntarily.

A woman adorns herself for the one who appreciates her; Shen Yan's praise was undoubtedly the greatest affirmation for her.

Walking into the room, a rich, savory aroma of cooking wafted toward him, and Shen Yan wrinkled his nose.

It was the smell of braised pork.

Besides the fragrant braised pork, there were three other enticingly colored dishes on the table, still steaming.

Watching the beautiful silhouette busy in the kitchen, Shen Yan walked up and gently wrapped his arms around her waist; beneath the apron was a pink sweater, somewhat thick, and Shen Yan couldn't help but pinch the fabric, feeling its softness and warmth.

At the same time, he leaned in slightly, his lips brushing gently against Fang Xiang's earlobe, and he said softly, "I've been quite busy lately and haven't had time to come see you. You aren't angry, are you?"

The earlobe was Fang Xiang's most sensitive spot; touched like this, she felt a current sweep through her entire body, her legs went weak, and she said with a trembling voice, "Boss is a man who does great things; as long as you keep Fang Xiang in your heart, Fang Xiang is very satisfied."

"I've always kept you in mind!"

Hearing this, Fang Xiang's eyes overflowed with deep joy.

Before long, the last plate of stir-fried loofah with eggs was brought to the table, and Shen Yan ate with great gusto, finishing three bowls of rice in a row, not forgetting to praise Fang Xiang's cooking skills.

Fang Xiang said that as long as the boss liked it, that was enough.

After cleaning up the dishes, the two didn't go out for a stroll, but instead snuggled on the sofa to watch TV together; Shen Yan asked why Fang Tian wasn't home, and Fang Xiang replied, "Xiao Tian has been learning to make steamed buns from his master lately and won't be back until nine."

Previously, Shen Yan had given two suggestions.

One was to open a branch factory and hand it over to Fang Tian to manage, and the other was to open a breakfast shop and be his own boss.

After the siblings discussed it, Fang Tian still wanted to try it on his own; he wasn't afraid of hardship or fatigue and just wanted to earn more money, so he spent several thousand to learn the craft from a master.

If things went smoothly, he planned to strike out on his own after the New Year.

Shen Yan nodded slightly; this was fine too. As his business expanded, he had little interest in opening a branch factory—money was just a number once you had enough of it.

With an income of over a million a month, it was tasteless to eat but a pity to discard.

Happiness should be the main theme of life.

At this moment, Fang Xiang said in a sultry voice, "Boss, the water is almost hot enough. Why don't you take a shower first to warm up?"

Shen Yan tilted his head to meet Fang Xiang's watery, sparkling gaze, and then looked down at her luscious red lips; he couldn't resist leaning in and gently taking them into his mouth.

The texture was incredibly delicate.

It tasted of strawberries, undoubtedly from the lipstick.

It was addictive.

Fang Xiang tilted her head back, completely unable to resist this fiery, passionate assault; her mind went blank, and before she knew it, she was lying on the sofa, while Shen Yan's mouth brushed over her red lips, pretty face, earlobes, and neck.

His large hand reached in from the hem of her sweater and unbuttoned her cotton pants...

Fang Xiang was so teased that her beautiful body twisted incessantly; she hugged the back of Shen Yan's neck and said weakly, "Boss, let's go to the bedroom."

Looking at that impatient expression, Shen Yan gave a wicked smile, planted another kiss on her lips, and said, "Don't be in such a rush! I'll go take a shower first; tonight, I'll definitely feed you, my little wildcat, until you're full."

"Boss..." Fang Xiang was instantly overcome with shyness.

"Wait for me!"

Afterward, Shen Yan ran into the bathroom for a comfortable hot shower, and when he came out, Fang Xiang had already locked the master bedroom door and was curled up under the covers, completely bare.

Only her little head was exposed.

Her small face was flushed red, as beautiful as a rose petal.

"Little beauty, your master is here!" Shen Yan pounced on her.

Fang Xiang instinctively shrank into the quilt, and the two giggled and wrestled under the covers before kissing each other passionately...

The scent of red lotus fades, the jade mat feels the chill of autumn; lightly undoing her silk clothes, she boards the orchid boat alone.

It is unknown how much time passed when the sound of a door "bang" closing outside startled the two who were lost in oblivion, but they did not stop there.

They continued what they were doing!

They just tried their best to keep the sound low.

Through the bedroom door, Fang Tian asked why his sister was sleeping so early today; Fang Xiang said she suddenly felt sleepy, and Fang Tian didn't pay it any mind, just quietly moving more softly.

He was afraid of disturbing his sister.

This hearty and vigorous battle didn't end until twelve o'clock at midnight; Fang Xiang lay limp on Shen Yan's body, too lazy to move anymore.

The night was like water, and the entire residential complex was silent; after the lights were turned off, a strand of pure, flawless moonlight shone in from outside the window, illuminating everything with exceptional clarity and serenity.

Shen Yan held the beautiful body in his arms, his large hand gently stroking her smooth, jade-like back, and asked, "Little wildcat, are you going back to Anhui for the New Year, or are you staying in Hangzhou?"

"Xiao Tian and I plan to stay in Hangzhou; as for the relatives back home... it's better not to mention them." Fang Xiang's voice was like water, yet carried a hint of sorrow.

"Then don't go back. Treat yourself better in the future—eat what you want, drink what you want, don't be reluctant to spend money; your boss can afford to support you."

"Mm-hmm!"

After another bout of intimate whispering and nuzzling, the two of them drifted off into dreamland without realizing it.

After a night of passion, Fang Xiang woke up the next day glowing, her skin even fairer and more delicate, with a charming flush on her cheeks that made her look incredibly touching.

Shen Yan teased, "It's because I nourish you well; look at how tender and supple this little face is."

Standing in front of the mirror, Fang Xiang couldn't help but gently stroke her face; it really seemed to be the case, as every time she was intimate with Shen Yan, she felt as if she had grown several years younger, always filled with endless energy.

So it turned out that doing that could also beautify and nourish the skin.

How wonderful!

With no classes in the morning, Shen Yan was in no rush to return to school.

Instead, he came to the factory to conduct an inspection.

He chatted with the workers in the workshop, checked on the production status, then ran to the office to process documents, look over reports, and deal with issues regarding fire safety inspections.

As the end of the year approached, all sorts of miscellaneous matters came one after another.

In his spare time, he shared more tender moments with Fang Xiang, and in such circumstances, time slipped away quietly.

At one-thirty in the afternoon, Shen Yan walked into the classroom, swinging his legs in a leisurely and carefree manner.