Shi Ning skipped right past the numbers one and two.
Shi Qingyin was speechless. “Sister, is this how you count to three?”
Who in the world counts like this?
Did Shi Ning just swallow number one and two?
Shi Ning nodded as if it were the most natural thing. “I never said I’d count from one to three.”
She turned her gaze on Shi Qingyin. “Stop talking nonsense. Can you post one for Shen Xizhou or not
?”
It was nothing but emotional blackmail.
Shi Qingyin had no other choice. She thought for a moment—Shi Ning had already forced Qin Heye to give up such a huge project.
The Qin family and Qin Group would never forgive Shi Ning for that!
So in a way, Shi Qingyin wasn’t losing too much ground.
She quickly deleted her last draft, then rewrote it with a forced smile, saying it was just abstract joking.
Then she tilted her head, gazing at Shen Xizhou with deep affection. “For Brother Xizhou, forget just posting a few words on the platform—I’d be willing to die.”
“I didn’t agree before because I didn’t want to hurt Brother Xizhou’s reputation.”
Looking up at Shi Ning, she added softly, “Can you post it as if I seduced Brother Xizhou but failed? That way, his reputation won’t suffer.”
“Anyway, it’s me you hate. The one you like…”
Shi Ning had no desire to listen to such nauseating words. She cut her off with a smile. “The one I like is Qin Heye.”
“So there’s no way around it ! Hurry up and post it. I’ll give you three minutes. If you don’t upload the statement, I’ll just leave.”
What a waste of her time!
Shen Xizhou, hearing her ultimatum, felt the three minutes were unbearably short.
He spun around to grab his phone and urged Shi Qingyin again, “Hurry up and post it.”
Shi Ning reminded them, “No less than 400 words. I’ll be kind and give you five minutes.”
After all, Qin Heye had once written her a whole short essay about missing his wife—930 words long.
Why exactly 930 words?
When she asked Qin Heye, the introverted man hadn’t said a word.
It was the barrage (bullet screen comments from viewers) that explained—930 (jiǔ sān líng) is a homophone for “I miss you” (jiù xiǎng nǐ).
Qin Heye was truly an introverted yet childish man!
That kind of number-homophone talk was something only elementary school students liked.
While Shen Xizhou and Shi Qingyin were drafting their posts, Shi Ning grew bored. Inevitably, her thoughts drifted back to Qin Heye. She sent him a message out of habit.
[Ning: Big devil, big devil, are you done with work? Time to perfunctorily deal with your wife~]
[Ning: Big devil, big devil, do you miss your wife? If not, I’ll ask you again later.]
At that moment, Qin Heye was in a board meeting. The transfer of Land Parcel No. 15 on the city’s west side was on the agenda, and he had to convince the directors to not work on it .
He didn’t care if they called him a tyrant, but he would never allow them to insult Shi Ning as some “witch concubine” (妖妃 — a derogatory term for a woman blamed for seducing a ruler into ruin).
If insults had to be thrown, let them be at him—never at his wife.
So when Qin Heye saw Shi Ning’s message, he instantly imagined her bright, mischievous expression.
His thin lips curved slightly. He raised his hand, signaling a pause in the meeting, then picked up his phone to reply.
[Qin: I’ve been thinking about you don’t call me the big devil anymore.]
[Ning: Then what should I call you?]
[Qin: Call me husband.]
Shi Ning, obedient as ever, replied at once.
[Ning: Big husband, you’re really thoughtful.]
Qin Heye looked at her reply. His cold, composed face suddenly grew hot.
He coughed lightly, trying to smother the warmth creeping up his cheeks. Lifting his gaze, he glanced around the conference room—no one was paying attention to him.
Then, lowering his head again, he typed with his fingers slightly trembling, face still flushed.
[Qin: Where is it big? Does it hurt?]
Shi Ning first sent a blushing Minion emoji.
[Ning: Way Bigger, more caring!]
[Qin: Just wait! I’ll soon show you how this Big husband loves his wife!]
Even through the screen, Shi Ning could feel Qin Heye’s dangerous aura. She had provoked him too far!
Quickly as of fleeing the situation, she stuffed her phone away.
Just then, Shen Xizhou who just finished writing his draft looked up at her.
Shi Ning was smiling faintly, her cheeks was flushed, as she was clutching her phone like a girl in love—radiant, charming, like a glowing sun .
Shen Xizhou had never seen her like this before.
His heart sank heavily. He asked in a serious tone, “Are you chatting with Qin Heye?”
Shi Ning answered with calm ease, “Yes. I’m telling him about reprinting this contract.”
Shen Xizhou frowned. “Fine. Show me.”
Shi Qingyin, waiting until the very last second, finally clicked send. Gritting her teeth, she said to Shi Ning, “Done.”
Shi Ning opened her phone and tapped into the short-video platform.
She saw their latest posts appear.
[Shen Xizhou V: Shi Qingyin is a bitch. She was with me while I was dating her cousin and already engaged. Shi Qingyin is a bitch. I apologize to my ex-girlfriend…]
[Shi Qingyin V: Shen Xizhou is a cheater. He was with me while he was engaged to my cousin. Shen Xizhou is a scumbag and a bitch. I apologize to my cousin…]
Shi Ning didn’t bother counting their word length—the posts were long enough.
Most importantly, the opening lines had impact; they hooked readers instantly.
The rest of the posts even had some details added. True or not, it didn’t matter—it was enough to disgrace them thoroughly.
Their fans were left utterly shocked by this post . Some suspected their accounts had been hacked, others thought they had broken up and were now exposing each other.
Shi Qingyin sat on pins and needles, nervously turning to Shi Ning. “I already listened to you and posted it. Can I help Brother Xizhou now?”
She was waiting for permission to delete the posts.
But Shen Xizhou cut in quickly, speaking directly to Shi Ning. “Tell Qin Heye to print the contract, sign and stamp it, and send it straight to me.”
Shi Ning smiled lightly at them. “And don’t forget WeChat Moments and other platforms too.”
Shen Xizhou and Shi Qingyin had no choice but to copy the same text across other platforms.
Shi Ning checked each one carefully, making sure the posts were up and visible to everyone.
Then she turned back to Shen Xizhou with a faintly mocking smile. “Just now, Qin Heye said the land parcel No. 15 in the west of the city can indeed be transferred to you…”
Shen Xizhou’s face lit up. He hugged Shi Qingyin tightly. “That’s wonderful! Thank you, Yinyin. I’m sorry for putting you through this. Let’s delete the post immediately—I’ll explain everything in a clarification” after this.
Shi Qingyin instantly pulled out her phone, ready to delete it.
But their happiness was premature.
Shi Ning added slowly, “But the posts cannot be deleted. And Shen Xizhou has to pay for the land also ten billion the original price!”
Shen Xizhou’s face darkened at once. “Wasn’t it supposed to be a free transfer? Why did you suddenly change it?”
Shi Qingyin flared up, glaring at Shi Ning with resentment. “We did everything you said, but now you expect Brother Xizhou to pay ten billion? Are you playing with us?!”
Shi Ning’s smile only deepened. “Yes, I am. And don’t forget to add the price of land No. 7 in the east of the city.”
Her eyes gleamed mischievously as she leaned forward, small face close to theirs. “What’s wrong? Not convinced? Then hit me—go on, hit me.”
Their expressions were filled with frustration, yet neither dared to lift a hand.
Shi Ning was delighted.
[Bullet screen: Awesome!]