Chapter 220 219: Let's Make a Bet

Yang Xun was taken aback for a moment, then he couldn't help but grin.

'Xu Yue learned how to please a man, and she wasn't using those skills on anyone else—they were all for me.'

Seeing that Yang Xun wasn't angry and was even smiling, Xiaolin was baffled. "What are you smiling about? Your wife is seeing another man. Aren't you angry?"

Yang Xun laced his hands behind his head and leaned back against the edge of the bed, a meaningful smile on his face.

"Why should I be angry?"

"You..."

Xiaolin opened her mouth, but for a moment, she was at a loss for words.

She had expected him to fly into a rage when she told him this 'secret,' or at the very least, for his face to turn grim.

'But the way this guy is acting now... he doesn't look angry at all. In fact, he seems almost... smug?'

"Yang Xun, has the shock driven you mad?"

Xiaolin frowned, looking at him with concern.

"I'm perfectly lucid."

Yang Xun smiled and said leisurely, "Xiaolin, Xu Yue and I are husband and wife. Did it ever occur to you that she learned those skills to please me?"

"Impossible!"

The word escaped Xiaolin's lips before she could stop it, her face a mask of disbelief. "Xu Yue told me herself that the man she was learning to please wasn't you! She's seeing someone else."

Yang Xun paused. With a personality as cool and reserved as Xu Yue's, she would never fool around.

He knew full well how inexperienced she was when it came to men, and all those skills she'd learned had been used on him.

Besides, what man would just sit back and let himself be cuckolded? Bottom line, it was impossible for his wife to be cheating on him!

"She doesn't give a damn about you! Why would she go out of her way to learn how to please a man just for you? Stop flattering yourself!"

Xiaolin's tone was firm.

'Yang Xun's narcissism is off the charts,' she thought. 'It's laughable.'

Yang Xun looked at Xiaolin's stubbornly skeptical expression and couldn't be bothered to argue with her.

He slowly rose to his feet, looking down at Xiaolin, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. His voice held a provocative edge. "Xiaolin, if you don't believe me, how about we make a bet?"

"What kind of bet?"

Xiaolin tilted her chin up, meeting his gaze defiantly.

Yang Xun held up a single finger and said leisurely, "If Xu Yue learned those techniques to please a man for my sake, then you lose."

"You're on! Who's afraid of a little bet?"

Xiaolin was unfazed. It was just a bet.

"Don't agree so quickly. We haven't talked about the stakes yet."

Yang Xun's grin widened. It was obvious he was cooking up some kind of mischief.

"If I win, you'll have to please me in all the same ways Xu Yue pleases me."

Xiaolin's pupils contracted. Her cheeks instantly flushed red as she cursed, "You pervert!"

"Getting cold feet?"

Yang Xun stared directly into her eyes, his tone carrying an intensity that brooked no refusal.

In her heart, Xiaolin didn't actually believe Yang Xun. As far as she knew, he and Xu Yue were a married couple in name only.

Their relationship was incredibly distant; why on earth would Xu Yue be willing to please him?

But seeing his supremely confident expression, she began to have doubts.

Seeing Yang Xun's smug, punchable face, Xiaolin acted on impulse. "Fine, we have a bet. If I win, you have to cure my illness, with no more conditions!"

"You've got a deal!"

Yang Xun grinned like the cat that got the cream, eager to watch her be proven wrong.

"We'll see how long you can keep up this act."

Xiaolin felt a knot of anxiety in her stomach, but she put on a brave face.

"You'll stay here at the Xu Family Villa tonight, and I'll let you see with your own eyes just how Xu Yue pleases me."

Yang Xun's smile was cunning.

'This was a bet he absolutely could not lose. He had to get Xu Yue to please him tonight, one way or another.'

Xiaolin glared at Yang Xun, feeling there was some indescribable meaning hidden in his smile. But she was in too deep to back out now.

"Fine! I'll stay! I'd like to see what tricks you have up your sleeve!"

...

「That evening」

When Xu Yue returned home from the office, a look of pleasant surprise lit up her face when she saw Xiaolin.

"Linlin, what are you doing here?"

"I... well, I missed you."

Xiaolin gave a hollow laugh, her eyes involuntarily darting to Yang Xun. "Can I stay here tonight? I get scared and bored being home alone."

Xu Yue didn't think twice about it and nodded with a smile. "Of course, you can. It's just that I still have some work to finish, so I won't be able to entertain you the whole time."

As she turned to get a glass of water from the kitchen, Xiaolin seized the opportunity to shoot Yang Xun a glare. Her eyes clearly said: 'You'd better not be bluffing!'

Yang Xun simply returned a meaningful smile, saying nothing more.

After dinner, the three of them chatted in the living room for a while. The atmosphere was harmonious on the surface, but an undercurrent of tension flowed beneath.

Xiaolin secretly observed the interactions between Yang Xun and Xu Yue, hoping to find any clue that would prove he was lying.

There really wasn't much interaction between them. They seemed like a typical married couple who were polite but distant, with no discernible intimacy.

'This guy is definitely lying to me. He's putting on a convincing act, though!'

Xiaolin grumbled to herself.

After the meal, Xu Yue went into the study to finish her work.

"Well, I'm going to head to my room to rest."

After saying this, Xiaolin went straight upstairs. In reality, however, she peeked through the crack in her door, secretly observing what was happening outside.

Yang Xun remained on the sofa, unhurried. After waiting for about ten minutes, he finally rose and leisurely made his way upstairs.

He arrived at the study door and knocked gently twice.

"Come in."

At the sound of Xu Yue's voice, Yang Xun pushed the door open and went inside.

"You've been working too hard lately. You should get some rest."

"It's fine. I can't relax until I get this company stuff sorted out."

Xu Yue insisted, her eyes remaining glued to her computer screen.

Yang Xun strode to her side, placed a large hand on her shoulder, and began to massage it slowly.

Xu Yue's shoulders had indeed been sore for the past few days. The pressure from Yang Xun's hand was an instant relief, and a pleasant tingle even spread through her.

The scent of shower gel, mixed with Yang Xun's unique masculine scent, scattered Xu Yue's thoughts, making it impossible for her to concentrate on her work.

Gradually, she began to feel hot and flustered, her breathing quickening.

In truth, she often felt this kind of yearning, a feeling that had grown with age. She never felt it for other men, but Yang Xun's touch always made her weak in the knees.

"Stop working," he murmured. "Let's continue your treatment tonight. Your condition will only improve with continuous stimulation."

His hot breath ghosted across her neck. A shiver ran through her, and she instinctively shifted her hips.

Seeing that she didn't resist, he moved closer, pressing his lips to the skin behind her ear and inhaling her sweet fragrance.

"Let's go back to our room, then."

Xu Yue started to get up, but Yang Xun grabbed her hand, stopping her.