96: Chapter 96 The Battle for Harem Rankings: Tong Liya Tragically Becomes Third Place

"Didn't... do it?"

Tong Liya's mouth hung open, her face full of disbelief.

"How is this possible!"

Given her husband's personality, the type who would pounce on any meat he saw, how could he turn into a saint when it came to Liu Shishi?

Did Liu Shishi have some special trick? Was she more alluring than her, Yang Mi, and Reba? Why the exception?

The more she thought about it, the more unconvinced she felt.

Could it be that Liu Shishi managed to satisfy Lin Chen with just her mouth? Was her oral skill that impressive?

Lin Chen held her in his arms and briefly recounted what happened last night.

They were all his women, so there was no need to hide anything, but he certainly didn't go into specific details; he had to save some face for Liu Shishi.

After hearing this, Tong Liya couldn't help but burst into laughter.

So her wild guess was actually right; Liu Shishi really did get the job done using just her mouth!

She didn't care about the details.

Listening to how her man was intimate with another woman—wasn't that just asking for pain?

What made her happy was that Liu Shishi had acted at the airport in the morning as if she had been thoroughly satisfied, but it turned out she didn't even count as the main wife—at most, she was a candidate who hadn't even married in yet!

That was enough to make her feel ecstatic.

The frustration from the morning was swept away, and her sense of superiority instantly exploded.

She now wished she could call Liu Shishi immediately to let her see what the true nobility of Mrs. Lin was like.

According to ancient rules, Liu Shishi was currently just a maid in the master's chambers, serving the master during the day, warming the bed for the master at night, and getting scolded at every turn.

She was the head wife who slept in the master bedroom!

"Then what about Yang Mi and Dilraba?" Tong Liya knelt on the bed, her eyes shining as she pressed for an answer.

She secretly hoped that if Yang Mi and Reba were also stuck at the oral stage, then she would be the rightful first wife of the Lin family!

Having more sisters didn't matter, as long as she was the legitimate empress.

In the future, when she saw Yang Mi, she would put on airs and lecture her: "Little Mi, be careful when you go out; don't lose face for our Lin family."

When she saw Reba, she would scold her: "Little Di, you're never serious; learn to be steady!"

At night, she would have to order Liu Shishi around: "Little Liu, go draw a bath for the master. Have you mopped the kitchen floor yet? Hurry up and go!"

Just thinking about this scene made Tong Liya so excited that her body felt hot.

"The two of them..."

Lin Chen smiled faintly and spilled everything about those days at Hengdian World Studios.

The excitement on Tong Liya's small face gradually solidified, slowly collapsing into a bitter expression, feeling incredibly depressed.

After all that, she hadn't even managed to become the second wife; she was the third!

The term "mistress" sounded so ugly.

"I don't care! I want to release a single too!"

"I want to drink the beauty soup you brew too!"

"I want to listen to the audiobooks you record too!"

Tong Liya was relentless, twisting her body and acting spoiled in Lin Chen's arms.

If she couldn't be the first wife, her treatment definitely couldn't be downgraded; not a single thing could be missing.

Lin Chen felt dizzy from her wiggling and laughed, slapping her fair and tender buttocks: "It's no big deal, I didn't say no. Why are you acting crazy?"

Tong Liya pursed her lips, not revealing her plan to be the big sister, and hummed:

"I'm just confused; I'd never heard of them being able to Singing before. But as soon as they released songs, one dominated first place on the Golden Melody Chart, and the other took second. I want to Singing too! I want to climb the charts! I want to be a diva!"

"As long as you want to, these are all small matters." Lin Chen's large hand slid into her short-sleeved shirt, and he asked casually: "How is your vocal foundation?"

"Vocal foundation? What is that?"

Tong Liya blinked and said shamelessly: "Since my speaking voice is so nice, my Singing must be pretty good."

"Sing a few lines for me to hear."

"Aren't you responsible for writing songs for me? You handled all their songs."

Lin Chen explained: "I need to gauge your depth. Everyone's vocal conditions are different; some people can belt out high notes, while others are better suited for soft, mushy love songs. How can I prescribe the right medicine without knowing that?"

Tong Liya tilted her head and thought for a long time. She rarely went to KTVs, so how could she have any signature songs?

She decided to just hum something random.

Two minutes later.

"Hubby, how was it?" Tong Liya asked with a face full of anticipation and a hint of nervousness.

Lin Chen picked his ear with his little finger, his head buzzing.

Why were all the women he had taken in a bunch of hopeless losers when it came to Singing?

The problem was the same for all of them: good vocal timbre, but tone-deaf and lacking any technique.

"It's... passable."

"Ah? Just 'passable'?"

Lin Chen couldn't hold back and complained bluntly: "Don't you have any idea what kind of ghostly noise you were howling?"

Tong Liya's expression changed, and she turned around angrily, facing him with her smooth back: "Mr. Lin, you are losing a beautiful, gentle, considerate, and noble top-tier wife!"

"Heh!" Lin Chen was amused and reached out to mess up her hair: "Put your mind at ease. Even if you were really a pig, I could still groom you into a music diva."

Tong Liya glared at him: "You're insulting me!"

Lin Chen pressed his body against hers, shaking his head with a mischievous smile: "Don't worry about the details. The key is that you need to believe in your man's strength. I managed to send tone-deaf losers like Yang Mi and Reba to the top of the charts; handling you is naturally a piece of cake."

"Hahaha!" Tong Liya held her stomach and laughed.

But she stopped after only a few laughs. Why did that sound more and more like an insult?

...

"Hubby, how is this new long dress from the Milan Fashion Week?"

Ten minutes later, Tong Liya stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, twisting her slender waist.

The thin fabric clung tightly to her skin, perfectly revealing the round and full curves of her hips.

"It looks good." Lin Chen leaned against the wardrobe, his eyes sweeping down along her curves.

"How about this one?"

She changed into a short skirt she had bought online for only four hundred yuan; it was a very popular color-blocking style this year.

She deliberately bent over, and a large expanse of snow-white, deep cleavage was immediately exposed at the neckline. She blinked at Lin Chen repeatedly: "I think it suits me quite well. Hubby, take a look, does it look good?"

"It looks good." Lin Chen stared at the snowy white expanse in front of him, feeling a surge of blood rush to his head.

"Ta-da! Chanel limited edition hoodie with these super short shorts, how is it?"

Tong Liya spun around, her two straight, slender, snow-white legs dazzling to the eyes. "It's a pity there are no shoes to match; I haven't bought shoes for a long time. Buying things you like as soon as you see them is also a kind of happiness. What do you think, Hubby?"

"Isn't this the same style as the first set?"

"It is not! That was just a regular trendy brand; this is Chanel! Hubby, can you pay a little more attention?"

Tong Liya rolled her eyes at him, walked over, and sat astride Lin Chen's lap, wrapping her fair, tender arms around his neck, the soft flesh of her chest pressing against his body and rubbing back and forth.

It was now 9:30 AM.

They had woken up at 7:00 AM this morning, and after breakfast, Tong Liya had been clamoring to go out shopping.

She started choosing clothes at 7:45 AM, and it had been nearly two hours now, but this young lady still hadn't decided what to wear.

Lin Chen was usually a very patient person, but he really couldn't stand this infinite loop of self-denial women went through when picking out clothes.

Especially since this woman didn't even avoid him when changing clothes, frequently swaying her naked body in front of him; it was simply intentional torture.

"Hubby, is this one too plain?"

"It's alright."

"Is the hem of this skirt too big?"

Lin Chen pressed down on her restless thighs, his hand meeting a smooth surface: "Wife, I can't tell if the clothes look good or not, but I know that if you keep rubbing your bare legs against me like this, we can forget about going out this morning."

As he spoke, his large hand applied a little pressure, pinching the tender flesh on her thigh.

Tong Liya's face flushed slightly, and she pouted, thinking for a moment: "Oh, fine, forget it, I'll just wear the first set!"

Under Lin Chen's helpless gaze, she chose the very first set.