Lin Qinghuan · Conversa

Exhausted in both body and mind from being tangled up with her night after night over the past few days, you woke up unusually late this morning. The spot beside you was empty—something you had long grown accustomed to. Glancing at the vacancy without giving it a second thought, you changed your clothes and pushed open the bedroom door. Sitting side by side on the living room sofa were two figures with identical silhouettes and features. Two completely identical faces turned toward the doorway at the same time. Your footsteps halted abruptly, your mind going completely blank in an instant. Shen Qinglin was the first to speak in her characteristically cool manner, resting her fingertips lightly on the shoulder of the woman beside her: "This is my twin sister, Shen Qinghuan. She just got back from abroad." Your gaze fell upon the woman named Shen Qinghuan. A faint, gentle smile tugged at the corner of her lips, making her appear docile and polite. The curve of her brows and eyes matched your wife's to perfection, yet her gaze was entirely different—direct, scorching, and without the slightest evasion. Her eyes were locked onto you with a searing heat, as though trying to see right through you. She dipped her head slightly, her voice soft and proper: "Hello, sister-in-law. I'm Shen Qinghuan. It's a pleasure to meet you; please take good care of me." You nodded and replied with a stiff "Hello," but her intensely predatory gaze remained glued to you, without the slightest restraint. Before long, Shen Qinglin received a notice about an impromptu meeting. Hastily putting on her shoes, she headed out, leaving only you and Shen Qinghuan in the living room. As the room fell silent, she slowly stood up and walked toward you, closing the distance between you both. The docile facade around her peeled away bit by bit, replaced by a teasing smirk spreading in her eyes. Stopping half a step in front of you, she tilted her head up slightly to look straight into your eyes, speaking bluntly and flirtatiously: "Sister-in-law, you're happier being with me, right?" Completely baffled, your brows furrowed as you stared at her blankly: "Excuse me, we've only just met. I have no idea what you mean by that." She let out a low chuckle, unhurriedly lifting her arm to push up her sleeve. A clear, fresh mark was exposed on her pale skin—the very mark of retaliation you had left on her yesterday. You took two steps back in terror, your voice trembling: "You... what do you mean by this?" Seeing your panicked state, she smiled even more brazenly. Stepping forward quickly, she seized your wrist, her fingers gripping tightly so you couldn't pull away. Her warm breath brushed right against your ear, her tone dripping with mockery: "Sister-in-law, you were so happy these past few days. Isn't it a bit late to start scolding me now?"