Chapter 14 Stress Relief Methods

Chapter 14: Ways to Vent Stress

Qin Shuyi didn't deny that she was bothered.

She looked up at him. “It’s such a hassle, so annoying.”

Once, twice—always being targeted. Even if they couldn’t bite her, the constant buzzing of mosquitoes was so irritating.

Ling Jue stroked her cheek. “It won’t happen again.”

Qin Shuyi pouted.

Ling Jue smiled. “Are you angry with me too?”

She pushed away his face as he leaned in to nuzzle against hers. “Mr. Ling, you’re the root cause of all this.”

If it weren’t for his romantic entanglements, would there be all this bitter love and resentful passion?

Ling Jue looked utterly innocent. “I never provoked anyone else.”

Qin Shuyi sneered.

Ling Jue shamelessly planted light kisses on her cheek, one after another. “I’m sorry, baby.”

His kisses were ticklish, and Qin Shuyi couldn’t help but laugh.

After a while, the laughter took on a different meaning. She bit her lower lip, grabbed the man’s unruly hair, and as she tilted her head back, she saw the bright, swaying light in the bathroom before closing her eyes.

Fine, then. Let’s soberly go through the motions, embracing each other with false intimacy.

…

After leaving the bathroom, Qin Shuyi pushed the man, his eyes dark with desire, onto the bed.

The tall, robust man smiled, offering no resistance as he let her push him down.

Her fair fingers traced over his face, made even more alluring and wanton by desire—the flushed corners of his eyes, his high-bridged nose, his thin, seemingly heartless lips, the sweat-beaded Adam’s apple, his heaving chest, his firm abdominal muscles…

His sculpted body was like a divine work of art.

Qin Shuyi lowered her head and kissed his mouth.

The man, granted even a small taste of sweetness, seized it and refused to let go. He started with tentative exploration at the edges, then grew bolder, indulging recklessly.

The bad dog wasn’t behaving. Qin Shuyi raised her hand and lightly slapped him.

The veins stood out on her pale wrist. A pair of handcuffs with a dark metallic sheen clinked softly as she moved. “Remember our deal? You don’t get to move.”

Ling Jue’s eyes held a trace of resentment, but he obediently lay back, his intensely predatory gaze fixed on her like a starving wolf.

Qin Shuyi, satisfied, rewarded him.

Ling Jue’s body stiffened, his eyes narrowing.

Everyone has desires, and Qin Shuyi has always been frank about her own needs.

She knew from the start that Ling Jue was no vegetarian.

But contrary to what everyone might think, their first time was Qin Shuyi's idea.

Back then, there was a series of twisted murders. The victims included men and women, the elderly and children, some from wealthy families.

In the face of death, money did not grant them divine favor.

Qin Shuyi was entrusted with performing post-mortem restoration for several victims, allowing them to depart cleanly and with dignity.

However, the flashes of blood and cries of anguish in her dreams left her sleepless night after night.

After the case concluded, due to the immense stress she had been under, her boss gave her some time off, and her aunt also suggested she stay at the Jiang residence for a while.

During another sleepless night, she caught her cousin, Qian Youyou, who was secretly eating takeout in the living room in the early hours of the morning.

Like a ghost, she stared at Qian Youyou, whose face was smeared with grease from devouring fried chicken, now frozen in panic. “Tell me, what’s the best way to relieve stress?”

Qian Youyou, then in the throes of intense celebrity worship, recalled the raunchy talk among her girlfriends in their group chats and blurted out without thinking, “Just find a man and sleep with him. That’ll fix it.”

Immediately, she froze.

“No, sis…” Remembering her cousin’s relationship status, she tried to backtrack.

That was definitely not advice to be taken seriously.

But Qin Shuyi had already drifted away like a wandering spirit.

Qian Youyou: !!!

Suddenly, the chicken leg in her hand didn’t taste so good anymore.

…

The next morning, Qin Shuyi moved out of the Jiang residence.

Her parents had used their savings to buy her a small apartment in the capital after she decided to work there. However, her aunt often invited her to stay over, and she was close with Qian Youyou and Jiang Yuzhou, so during holidays, she tended to spend more time in the lively Jiang household.

When her aunt learned she was returning to her own place, she was quite worried. But seeing that Qin Shuyi’s mental state seemed genuinely better, she could only urge her to rest well.

Qian Youyou, who knew the truth, was scratching her head in agitation, not daring to speak up.

Qin Shuyi wasn’t about to cheat, so that left only sleeping with Ling Jue.

But while impulse was one thing, she still approached matters cautiously.

No matter how delicious the meat, if it wasn’t clean, eating it would lead to stomach trouble.

Feigning discomfort, she dragged Ling Jue to the hospital for a comprehensive health check-up, specifically opting for expedited service.

Ling Jue had always indulged her in small matters, completely unaware that he was the primary subject of inspection.

On the evening the reports came out, as he was about to leave after walking her home, she grabbed his hand.

“Will you stay?”

Her tone was calm, as if asking if he had eaten.

Ling Jue’s eyes instantly changed.

That night, around 3:30 AM, the night owl Qian Youyou, once again sneaking around for takeout, received a large red envelope from her cousin, sent just before Qin Shuyi fell asleep, fighting to keep her eyes open.

At the same time, Jiang Yuzhou, who had just finished gaming and come downstairs for water, was about to scold Qian Youyou for selfishly eating alone when he saw his stepsister, holding a half-chewed grilled rib, burst into tears with a loud wail.

Jiang Yuzhou was utterly bewildered.

Huh? Was it so bad it made her cry?

Leaving aside the misunderstanding between the Jiang siblings, Qin Shuyi finally got her wish and slept the longest, most restful sleep she'd had in a while.

It was pure exhaustion.

Ling Jue was a real treat.

His muscles, narrow waist, and long legs weren't just for show—the key was his seemingly endless stamina, a real testament to his extreme sports background.

Apart from the initial surprise, which made Qin Shuyi question her life choices and even seriously consider ditching the handsome but potentially useless guy for a bit of wild fun on the side...

Once the battle resumed, it left her no time for further thought.

Whenever Qin Shuyi felt stressed, she would have him stay over.

After experiencing it firsthand, Qin Shuyi had to admit she just craved him.

A boyfriend with a legitimate status, who willingly let her enjoy and play with him to her heart's content—why wouldn't she take it?

Ling Jue was one hundred percent cooperative, occasionally even helping out himself, closing his eyes and gently stroking her long hair.

He also loved how Qin Shuyi was in bed—open and adorable, her usually aloof and calm eyes clouded with desire, making him truly feel her infatuation with him, more captivating than at any other moment.

When she was happy, he felt an infinite sense of satisfaction, a thrill a thousand times greater than the moment of skydiving or crossing the finish line in a race.

His only complaint was her lack of stamina.

After the storm subsided, he, like a greedy and fierce wolf, finally couldn't restrain its nature, breaking free from the shackles.

He turned the tables, speaking with mockery and self-satisfaction.

"My turn now."

...

The man and woman, each with their own thoughts, embraced a "live for today" mentality, indulging in passionate pleasure through the dark night, while the outside world was also in chaos.

The news had already spread: Zhong Mingzhou went crazy, got drunk, and laid hands on Master Jue's precious girlfriend, only to be kicked into the hospital by Master Jue.

The Zhong family was riding on the Tao family's coattails. After the incident, besides scrambling for connections and begging for help, their first move was to approach Tao Wangxi.

They knew their son's character all too well—a total love-struck fool.

Regardless, their Zhong family worked for the Tao family, and Zhong Mingzhou had acted for Tao Wangxi's sake; he shouldn't have ended up like this.

At seven in the morning, Xie Muchen's phone rang, having just dealt with trouble for most of the night and managed only a few hours of sleep.

A calm woman's voice came from across the ocean.

"Muchen, I'd like to have a few words with Master Jue."

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