Chapter 495 - 277: The Love-Hate Sisters

In her groggy state, Zong Lin thought she heard her sister’s voice.

At first, she wasn’t sure, but then it grew clearer and clearer.

No longer sleepy, Zong Lin stumbled out of her bedroom.

She saw that the door to the other bedroom was open.

Inside, Qi Sheng and Zong Rui were fooling around, completely oblivious to anyone else.

Even though she had experienced something similar yesterday, she couldn’t help but freeze on the spot.

Just then, Zong Rui looked toward the doorway, and the two sisters were momentarily speechless.

"Sorry to interrupt. Carry on."

Afraid Qi Sheng would pull her in too, Zong Lin quickly shut the door and scurried back to her room.

"This is all your fault!"

Zong Rui turned to Qi Sheng, a mixture of shame and annoyance on her face.

When he saw Zong Lin just now, Qi Sheng had clearly gotten even more worked up.

But you couldn’t really blame Qi Sheng.

What man could resist a scene like that?

By the time Qi Sheng was satisfied, Zong Rui didn’t even have the strength to move.

Lying in Qi Sheng’s arms, she’d occasionally pinch and squeeze him.

But Qi Sheng’s muscles were rock-hard, and her own hands ended up getting sore from pinching him.

"Could you please wipe that smug look off your face? It’s embarrassing."

The thought of sharing him with her sister in the future made Zong Rui blush.

Now that the moment had truly arrived, all the mental preparation she’d done was useless.

Two sisters serving one man... if word got out, who knows how many jaws would drop.

"When you have time, take Linlin to look at some houses. Let’s set the budget at a hundred million."

Qi Sheng fought to keep the corners of his mouth from curling into a mad grin, changing the subject so as not to provoke Zong Rui any further.

"Is that a good idea?"

Zong Rui hesitated. "You already spent a hundred million on Linlin’s birthday. If you buy her such an expensive house on top of that, I’m afraid the other sisters might get ideas."

"She’s the youngest, isn’t she? Of course she gets to be spoiled a little more."

Qi Sheng expertly caressed her soft curves, continuing to hone his ball-handling skills.

"Ngh..."

Zong Rui shot Qi Sheng a reproachful glare but let him do as he pleased with her sensitive areas.

’I’m his now anyway, so what does this matter?’

As Qi Sheng continued to play, he said, "If she likes a large flat, she can be Manman’s neighbor. If she likes a villa, you two can go pick one out yourselves."

"Oh, and I’ll give her allowance to you first. That girl can’t control her spending. You can just give it to her as you see fit."

"Mm... I understand."

Zong Rui’s face was flushed, her eyes alluring.

She let out a muffled moan from time to time, clearly finding Qi Sheng’s teasing to be quite tormenting.

But when she heard that Qi Sheng was entrusting her with Zong Lin’s allowance, she couldn’t help but happily give her man a kiss.

’As long as I hold the purse strings, I won’t have to worry about that little brat defying me in the future.’

"Honey, our allowance is so high. It won’t affect your business, will it?"

Zong Rui thought about how her and her sister’s combined monthly allowance would reach four million.

Over a year, that would be forty-eight million.

Even for a ten-billionaire like Qi Sheng, maintaining such a high allowance for them would be quite a strain.

"Don’t worry. Your man will only get richer."

Aroused by Zong Rui’s alluring, soft gasps, Qi Sheng’s desire flared up again.

"Mwah. Thank you, honey."

Zong Rui stopped worrying about pointless things.

’Worst case, I’ll just save the money.’

’When Qi Sheng needs it, I can just give it back to him.’

"There are many ways to show your gratitude. Thanking me with just your words is the least sincere."

"You’re impossible."

Zong Rui gave Qi Sheng a playful glare, bit down on a black hair tie, and pulled her hair into a high ponytail.

This revealed her stunningly beautiful and radiant face before she obediently lowered her head.

This was also a "mouth-based thank you," but this time, it would be much more sincere.

...

「In the next room.」

Zong Lin took a shower. When she came back and saw the red stain on the bedsheet, her pretty face suddenly flushed.

She found a pair of scissors and cut out the red-stained piece of fabric.

She folded it carefully and put it in her purse.

Hearing the "commotion" start up again next door, Zong Lin couldn’t help but admire her sister.

It was because she had experienced it firsthand yesterday.

Only now did she understand just how "terrifying" it was to be alone with Qi Sheng.

Even now, her whole body was still sore and weak.

Judging by the situation next door, it wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon.

Zong Lin couldn’t wait any longer and pressed the service bell.

A few moments later, a female butler walked in.

"Miss Zong, how may I help you?"

"Please prepare lunch for six people, and arrange for a masseuse to come up in an hour. Thank you."

"Of course."

The female butler left respectfully.

Not long after, several waitresses pushed serving carts into the presidential suite.

On the large round table, big enough for a dozen people, was a dazzling and sumptuous spread of various dishes.

Zong Lin had been starving for a while, so she didn’t wait for Qi Sheng and her sister.

She set aside a few dishes for them, snapped a photo, and then began to happily dig in.

With a Sichuan cuisine master like Zhou Yang overseeing the kitchen...

...the guests in the presidential suite were naturally in for a treat.

By the time Zong Lin had finished her meal, the two in the next room still weren’t done.

She glanced at the time. Only an hour had passed. It wasn’t up to Qi Sheng’s usual standard yet.

Zong Lin saw that the spa therapist had arrived, so she led her to the dedicated massage room.

Usually, she would piggyback on her sisters’ privileges to enjoy the same treatment as one of the "boss’s women."

But from today onwards, she was a true "boss’s woman" herself.

From the therapist’s attitude, it was easy to see...

...that she had already been placed on the same level of service as the other sisters.

At this thought, Zong Lin couldn’t help but happily wiggle her feet.

While the therapist was working on her, Zong Lin opened her phone for a look.

She was suddenly stunned by a flood of 99+ notifications.

They were all messages from her classmates, their tones ranging from shock and envy to pure gossip.

But all their messages had one thing in common.

It seemed she had gone viral.

Curiously, Zong Lin opened Weibo.

The top trending topic was, to her surprise, about her.

#ShanghaiTheatreAcademyCampusBelleZongLin# (Explosive)

’I’m trending?’

’And not just any trending topic.’

Weibo’s popularity is ranked in three tiers: Hot, Boiling, and Explosive.

A topic that reaches the "Explosive" tier has an influence that absolutely cannot be underestimated.

Curiously, Zong Lin clicked the topic to browse the real-time feed.

Her Weibo account had already been dug up by the incredibly resourceful netizens.

Zong Lin clicked on her own profile and was shocked to see she was about to break 500,000 followers.

Before this, she only had around four or five thousand followers on Weibo.

"Isn’t this an exaggeration?"

Zong Lin had always just been a good student, occasionally posting pretty pictures on Weibo from meals or shopping trips with her roommates.

Those few thousand followers were all "face fans" who had stumbled upon her by chance and been captivated by her looks.

But now, a single trending topic had gained her nearly 500,000 active followers.

These weren’t the "zombie followers" that other celebrities buy.

Under her most recent Weibo post, the comments had already surpassed 100,000.

"I’m in love! A great beauty with the looks and the figure! As expected of the Shanghai Theatre Academy’s campus belle. I’m officially a fan!"

"Alice reporting in! Miss, if you have a chance, please help out our Reba. Jiahang is terrible, they barely give her any resources."

"Finally found the person herself! Yesterday, this young lady took over all the landmark building ad screens in Lujiazui. Even Reba’s birthday wasn’t this extravagant."

"That’s not all! I saw the group photos she posted. Almost every A-list celebrity was there. Spending a hundred million on a birthday party... so extravagant."

As more and more netizens came to "eat melons," Zong Lin’s follower count continued to explode.

She had the looks, the figure, and was apparently a rich princess.

In the entertainment industry, this was the most top-tier kind of persona.

When fans follow a star, isn’t it all about the sense of vicarious experience?

And who could provide a better vicarious experience than a top-tier, rich, beautiful girl like Zong Lin?

...

After a full two-hour spa session, Zong Lin was still tirelessly scrolling through Weibo.

Although the hype had died down a bit, it still pushed her follower count past one million.

A million followers, and all of them active.

Some third-tier celebrities didn’t even have this much popularity.

After she took another shower, she saw Qi Sheng and Zong Rui eating and chatting happily, so she ran over excitedly.

"Sis, I have a million followers!"

"Slow down."

Zong Rui quickly caught Zong Lin and chided, "So reckless. Aren’t you afraid of making a fool of yourself?"

"Of course not! There are no outsiders here."

Zong Lin glanced shyly at Qi Sheng. "Quick, look at my Weibo! These are all real followers, not bought zombie followers."

"Congratulations. As of today, you’re now a bona fide D-list starlet."

Zong Rui glanced at her sister’s follower count on Weibo, feeling quite calm.

She didn’t really follow the entertainment industry herself.

She had no real concept of what having a certain number of followers meant.

Aside from the top-tier stars who might earn a bit more...

...some second-tier stars probably didn’t even earn as much as their allowance.

"Hmph, you’re just jealous of me."

Zong Lin pouted unhappily and ran over to Qi Sheng for comfort.

"For the time being, you should focus on studying the script for *Imperial Gifted Coroner*."

"I’ve already had President Lin put a production team together for you. You’ll be able to join the set soon."

Qi Sheng held Zong Lin in his arms and instructed her in a gentle voice.

"Although it’s just a low-budget web series, the quality is excellent."

"It has the potential to be a huge hit, which should at least boost you to third-tier status."

"I’ve also arranged for your future resources."

"You just relax and wait to become a top-tier female star."

"Mhm, I believe you."

Zong Lin happily gave Qi Sheng a kiss and shot a deliberate glance at Zong Rui.

"I’d advise you not to play with fire. Your big sister is tired right now and has no energy to help you put out any flames."

Zong Rui focused on cutting her steak, eager to fill her rumbling stomach.

"Erk..."

Zong Lin’s body suddenly stiffened, clearly afraid that Qi Sheng would have an... inappropriate reaction.

"Over the next few days, go look at houses with your sister. Pick anything you like within a hundred million."

"I’ve given your allowance to your sister, so just ask her for it from now on."

Qi Sheng held the young girl, but his mind was free of distracting thoughts.

Any fire he’d had was completely extinguished by Zong Rui.

"Allowance?"

Zong Lin wasn’t particularly concerned about the house.

Living with Sister Qu Man was quite comfortable.

But an allowance... that, she desperately needed.

Previously, her allowance had depended on Zong Rui’s mood.

Sometimes it was ten or twenty thousand, other times thirty or fifty thousand.

Before coming to Shanghai, she would have thought she could never spend that much money.

But the sisters around her would spend over a hundred thousand on a single shopping trip.

She coveted those beautiful clothes, too.

But with price tags of tens of thousands, they were truly luxuries she couldn’t afford.

"Don’t look at me like that. Your sister isn’t falling for it."

Zong Rui was completely immune to her sister’s cute act.

"You’re a student. 200,000 a month in allowance is more than enough for you."

"200,000 a month?"

Zong Lin’s eyes lit up as she already began planning how to spend it.

"Mhm... and I’m the one who begged for it for you. You should be secretly celebrating."

Zong Rui felt a little guilty, but she maintained a very calm demeanor.

Qi Sheng had given Zong Lin an allowance of two million a month.

After passing through her hands, ninety percent of it had been skimmed off the top.

’Who told this damn sister of mine to try and steal my man?’

’As her older sister, it’s not too much to secretly withhold a little bit, right?’