"Stop right there!" Qin Yige hadn't expected her to openly snatch the blanket.
Wen Shuyun turned her head back, "Brother-in-law, Qin Yige is part of your family now. You need to educate my cousin properly and tell her not to be so petty. She should learn more from you."
Qin Yige stared at her with wide, disbelieving eyes, "Wen Shuyun!"
Ignoring her shock, Wen Shuyun stuck out her tongue at her and ran off with the blanket.
The room fell silent. Qin Yige turned back and glared at the man, fuming, "Shang Sheng, she stole your wife's blanket!"
Shang Sheng replied indifferently, "It's just a blanket. We have others. She's just a child, don't be so calculative with her."
"???" Qin Yige felt a pang of self-doubt. Was she really being too petty?
But Wen Shuyun didn't act like a child at all; she was more mature than Qin Yige at twenty-three!
Qin Yige knelt on the bed, staring dumbfounded at the "three-eight line" she had painstakingly arranged between them while Shang Sheng was showering.
Shang Sheng waved his hand and removed the troublesome bedsheet.
Just as she was about to say something, he coldly reminded her, "There's only so much room in the blanket. The air conditioning will be on all night. Do you want to freeze in the latter half of the night?"
"..." She really wanted to say, then turn off the air conditioning!
But with the current weather, turning off the air conditioning would be unbearably hot. She'd rather squeeze in with Shang Sheng.
For the next while, they were relatively harmonious. Qin Yige lay on the bed playing on her phone while Shang Sheng sat beside her working.
At eleven-thirty, Shang Sheng closed his laptop and got into bed.
Qin Yige was still scrolling through short videos, engrossed, when some of the blanket covering her was pulled away.
She turned her head; Shang Sheng had already lain down beside her, his eyes closed, and commanded, "Sleep!"
"I'm not sleeping, it's still early." It was only just past eleven, no need to rush, the night life was just beginning.
Shang Sheng ignored her, seemingly falling asleep quickly.
Qin Yige couldn't keep playing videos with the sound on to disturb him, so she reluctantly closed the app.
She suddenly remembered something, closed her phone, and turned to look at the man, "Shang Sheng, do you snore when you sleep?"
"What do you think?" he asked back without opening his eyes.
"I think you probably do. They say eight out of ten men snore when they sleep." Her father snored.
He said nothing.
Seeing him in what looked like a comfortable sleep, Qin Yige inexplicably felt sleepy too.
She yawned and turned off the bedside lamp.
The atmosphere felt quite strange.
She was actually lying in the same bed as Shang Sheng, under the same blanket.
In the darkness, Shang Sheng's voice rang out, "Come closer to this side."
"What for?" she asked warily.
"If I'm not mistaken, you're about to fall off." There was enough space between them for a train to pass.
Qin Yige felt the space beside her; her arm was already hanging in the air. "How did you know?"
"You rolled up the entire blanket." He was only covering a corner.
"Oh," she shifted closer to him.
"A bit more."
She moved again.
"What are you afraid of, Qin Yige?"
"I'm not afraid." She just wasn't used to sleeping in the same bed, and especially in the same blanket, with him. It felt particularly odd.
"We'll be sleeping together every day from now on. You need to get used to it."
"..." Always telling her to get used to things.
She countered, "Are you used to it?"
"To what?"
"Sleeping with me."
"My adaptability is quite strong."
Which meant he was used to it.
Qin Yige was speechless.
Perhaps this was the difference between them; his perspective was broader than hers.
She then inexplicably asked, "What if it were another woman lying with you today? Would you be the same?"
Shang Sheng: "I don't answer hypothetical questions."
"..." She pouted subtly, clearly thinking he was guilty and afraid to answer.
"They're coming to deliver clothes tomorrow. Find a place for yourself." Her side of the wardrobe was already overflowing.
"What clothes?" Her mind was a little slow to react.
"The ones I bought last night."
"Oh, how many did you buy?" She remembered seeing Shang Sheng swipe his card to the shopkeeper, but she didn't know what or how many he bought.
"All of them."
"All of them? The shop... all the clothes?" her tone was tentative.
"Mmm."
Qin Yige suddenly sat bolt upright in bed. Even someone on their deathbed wouldn't be as shocked.
"Are you crazy, Shang Sheng?!"
"I'm perfectly fine," he replied calmly.
"I, I, I..." For a moment, she didn't know how to explain. "I was just feeling a little down, and buying a few pieces would have cheered me up. Why did you buy all of them?"
Qin Yige's heart ached. Every piece of clothing in the store she had tried on was expensive, and the store was huge.
"You tried on quite a few items, and it took a considerable amount of time. Both you and the sales staff worked very hard. Neither side should be mistreated." She got new clothes, and the sales staff got generous commissions. Everyone was happy.
"No, no, you must return them quickly. As you saw, I can't even hang a single piece of clothing here." Her wardrobe was originally sufficient, but then Shang Sheng and Wen Shuyun had squeezed in.
"I have a residence at Changhong Peninsula nearby, which has a 150-square-meter walk-in closet. You can use that for now."
150 square meters.
Qin Yige's mouth formed a perfect 'O'. Her two-bedroom, two-living room, two-bathroom apartment was only a little over a hundred square meters. Compared to that, she was starting to feel tempted.
"If you find that place too noisy, then you can stay at Langting Mingdi. The master bedroom's walk-in closet there is also over a hundred square meters."
"And then there's Chunjiangyuan and Bishuitai, which are a bit further from here. Their walk-in closets are at least 200 square meters."
Qin Yige swallowed. Every real estate development he mentioned was in prime, expensive locations in Hong Kong, extremely tempting!
However, "I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay here."
"Alright." He didn't force her.
The next morning, when Qin Yige woke up, she was alone in the room.
She lay sprawled in the center of the large bed, taking up two-thirds of the space.
Getting out of bed, she stretched and yawned as she walked out of the bedroom.
In the dining room, Shang Sheng and Wen Shuyun were eating breakfast face-to-face.
Seeing her emerge, Shang Sheng remained silent.
Wen Shuyun, who had been holding back, finished her last bite of breakfast and immediately exclaimed, "Cousin, to thank you for letting me stay, I specially made you papaya stewed with snow clam!"
Shang Sheng paused his eating for a moment, then said nothing and continued eating.
"What?" Qin Yige was a bit confused.
"Papaya stewed with snow clam!" she repeated loudly.
"???" Qin Yige: "Where did you get the papaya?"
"It's in the fridge. I had a classmate deliver the snow clam. Cousin, you don't need to be too moved; it's for your and brother-in-law's own good."
"..."
Qin Yige felt like hitting her.
"I'm not eating it. Who knows if you poisoned it!" she snorted coldly and turned to walk back to the bedroom.
"Cousin, if you don't eat it, that's fine. But I kindly remind you. Actually, just eating papaya isn't very effective. The important thing is the technique." She had deliberately looked up information last night. Cousin must be very touched!
Qin Yige instinctively asked, "Technique? What technique?"