Chapter 35: Jiang Wanyi’s Little Hobby

Chapter 35: Chapter 35: Jiang Wanyi’s Little Hobby

"Huh?"

Chen Yuan was a little surprised. He hadn’t expected Jiang Wanyi to make such a... milky suggestion.

Seeing Chen Yuan’s reaction, Jiang Wanyi couldn’t help but laugh.

’He talks a big game, but he freezes up when things get real. It’s just a cup of milk, and it’s already got him this flustered.’

"It would be a waste to pour it out."

The mood had been set. She didn’t have to spell it out for Chen Yuan to understand what she meant.

’Is this really happening?’

Jiang Wanyi went to the kitchen, got a bowl, poured the milk into it, and handed it to Chen Yuan.

"Drink it while it’s warm. It’ll get cold otherwise."

"Uh... This is..."

Staring at the milky-white liquid in the bowl, Chen Yuan hesitated, finding it hard to take a sip.

"Getting shy on me now?"

Jiang Wanyi smiled at Chen Yuan. "You already had a taste before, didn’t you? You even said it was pretty sweet. Have a bit more this time."

"Isn’t this supposed to be a really private matter?"

"If I were in my twenties, I’d never let you have it. But now that I’m over thirty, I don’t care so much about these things."

Looking at Chen Yuan, a seductive smile played on Jiang Wanyi’s lips.

The gorgeous, mature wife and the innocent college boy—the scene was like a masterpiece painting.

For some reason, an image from the movie they had just watched flashed through Chen Yuan’s mind.

They had been sitting so close, and she had spent the entire time warming his hand in hers. These little unspoken secrets, things outsiders could never know, had become an indescribable, tacit bond between them.

Otherwise, this cup of milk would never have ended up in his hands, and Jiang Wanyi would never have had such an idea.

"You go ahead and drink. I’m going to go change my clothes."

Jiang Wanyi knew her teasing had made Chen Yuan shy, so she retreated to her bedroom.

He looked down at the milk in the bowl. The color was very pale, like watered-down cow’s milk. If he looked closely, he could even spot a slight oily sheen.

During the massage, he had only tasted a few drops and couldn’t really make out any flavor. Now, he could get a proper taste.

He took a small, tentative sip. The flavor was hard to describe. The most immediate sensation was a faint sweetness, with any other taste being negligible.

All in all, it actually tasted pretty good.

GULP, GULP. Chen Yuan downed the rest. They say this stuff is nutritious. ’Maybe it’ll give me a second growth spurt,’ he wondered.

Just then, Jiang Wanyi emerged, having changed into the yoga pants they had bought earlier and a loose-fitting top, the hem of which covered her rear.

Her shapely legs had a hint of fleshiness to them and were absolutely stunning.

"What did it taste like?"

"A little sweet. No other flavors."

"As long as you didn’t think it was gamey."

Tucking her hair back, Jiang Wanyi pulled a yoga mat out from under the sofa.

"Should we start now?"

Chen Yuan nodded. "No rush. Come over here and put your legs together. Let me see how it looks."

Jiang Wanyi understood what he meant.

She lifted the hem of her top slightly, revealing her lower half.

Her lower abdomen protruded slightly, forming a perfect, rounded curve. Her butt was perky and hadn’t sagged at all. It was hard to imagine a woman who had given birth could still have such a figure.

Jiang Wanyi’s legs were very straight—not the stick-thin "chopstick" type. They were well-proportioned and had a nice bit of substance to them.

The only thing marring the view was a gap between her thighs, about two fingers wide.

"They probably weren’t like this before, right?"

"No, they used to be so tight..."

The moment she said it, Jiang Wanyi realized her mistake. The words were far too ambiguous.

Turning to get her phone, Jiang Wanyi deliberately tried to maintain her composure.

’He’s only eighteen and has no experience with this sort of thing. He’d never think of it that way. I’m just overthinking it.’

Jiang Wanyi was a little exasperated with herself.

’After giving birth, I’ve really lost all my inhibitions. My mind is just a mess of wild thoughts.’

She brought her phone over and opened the photo album.

"Oh?"

It was an instant eye-opener for Chen Yuan.

It was filled with photos from her daily life, most of them featuring her baby.

But two of them stood out. They were taken while Jiang Wanyi was breastfeeding, and everything was visible except for the part the baby was latched onto.

The atmosphere grew a little awkward, but Jiang Wanyi pretended to be unfazed and didn’t say anything.

He had massaged her before and had already seen everything. There was no need to act shocked or be secretive about seeing a photo like this now.

It was a tacit understanding between them—their own little secret.

But then Chen Yuan spotted another interesting photo.

Judging by the background, the photo was taken at the Forbidden City.

Red walls, yellow tiles with green-trimmed eaves, standing against six hundred years of wind and snow.

In the photo, Jiang Wanyi was wearing a white qipao, showing off her full bust, perky rear, slender waist, and straight shoulders...

The qipao she wore seemed to embody a woman’s gentle dignity and quiet, tender beauty. Even the air around her seemed to take on its cinched silhouette. It was an effortless elegance, an aura that an eighteen-year-old girl could never pull off.

Subconsciously, Chen Yuan looked at Jiang Wanyi again. Even the faint fine lines at the corners of her eyes now seemed like the creases on the pages of a well-read book.

"Those were taken several years ago. I can’t compare to how I was back then."

Jiang Wanyi sighed wistfully. "In the blink of an eye, the baby’s already almost nine months old. Time flies so fast."

"It looks like there’s not just the qipao. There’s cosplay, too."

Chen Yuan pointed to another photo and tapped on it.

In the photo, Jiang Wanyi was dressed in a red, traditional-style Hanfu. Her hair was exquisitely styled, and she held a small, round fan. The background was the Great Tang Night City.

"I’m actually quite fond of Hanfu, but I just haven’t had the time for photoshoots lately."

"There must be studios like that in Zhonghai, right?"

"I went to one, but the photos didn’t turn out well. It was a waste of money."

After a few taps, Jiang Wanyi found another picture. It was a shot of her lower body, and she was wearing yoga pants.

"Here, look at this. Before I had the baby, there was no gap between my thighs at all. Now it’s about two fingers wide. It’s fine when I wear skirts, but it’s no good with tight jeans."

Chen Yuan studied the photo carefully.

Although her legs were still beautiful now, the slight gap diminished their aesthetic appeal a little.

The legs in the photo, however, were completely different.

Her thighs were pressed tightly together, making the mysterious triangular region between them look exceptionally full.

To maintain a figure like this, she, like Song Jianye, had to be a genetic freak.

"This is an issue with your pelvis and pelvic floor muscles. It hasn’t been that long, so recovery shouldn’t be difficult."

Putting her phone aside, Jiang Wanyi lifted her top to expose her stomach, pinching the flesh there.

"I feel like the skin on my stomach is a little loose, and my lower back aches really easily, too."

"Those are symptoms of diastasis recti."

Jiang Wanyi looked at Chen Yuan. "You can fix all this, can’t you?"

"You’re forgetting who you’re talking to."

"You’re amazing. Let’s get started now."

Jiang Wanyi was laying on the praise, but Chen Yuan wasn’t about to be bewitched by her beauty.

’My "little brother" really *is* amazing, though!’