Shi Ning leaned in, her eyebrows raised, and whispered excitedly to Qin Heye, her voice low enough for only him to hear. “Spread your legs as wide as possible, I’m going to start playing with the toys.”
Qin Heye saw the playful smirk in her eyes, a doting smile playing on his lips. “Okay ,” he murmured obediently, his long legs widening instantly beneath the table.
[The female supporting role actually put down her chopsticks. Did she really see our barrage?]
[No, why did the female supporting role take her phone? Why did the big villain spread his long legs so wide? And he was smiling so lewdly.]
[Didn’t the big villain’s special assistant just give him an electric toy? Could it be that they…]
[Oh, the big villain is the one being played! Even more excited!]
[I’m so lucky! I can still eat such good meat in this life, play at the table!]
[Hiss, hiss, drooling, wipe it with a tissue.]
Shi Ning, phone in hand, opened the newly downloaded app and scrolled through the comments, a hint of disdain in her expression. A group of big yellow girls, this little yellow duck isn’t as yellow as them.
Shi Qingyin, seated opposite, broke the silence. “Sister, playing with your phone at the table isn’t very polite.”
[Ahhh! Baby Yinyin is so beautiful today. She is injured, but still so beautiful. She is worthy of being the heroine!]
[The male protagonist was stunned beside him, staring at baby Yinyin’s face and legs. He must be hurt.]
[Baby Yinyin is really too pure and too lustful. Her face is innocent. Under the table, her long legs are wearing black, and her stiletto heels are pointed. She is shaking gently, which touches my heart.]
Female supporting fan: [The male protagonist will only feel pain when looking at the female protagonist, unlike our villain, who will only feel pain when looking at the female supporting.]
Shi Ning glanced at the comments, then at Shi Qingyin. Today, instead of her usual fresh attire, Shi Qingyin wore a red hip-hugging skirt. Her facial “injuries” were clearly wound makeup, giving her a pitiful yet alluring appearance. As expected of the heroine, she looks really good after dressing up. Shi Qingyin’s legs beneath the table were already restless. Was she planning to tease her husband?
Shi Ning withdrew her gaze, lowering her head to operate her phone with both hands, not looking up. “In my own home , my father and my husband have no objection, but my cousin is eager to meddle in other people’s business.”
Shi Qingyin feigned hurt. “I’m just worried that my sister has bad manners and will make my uncle angry. After all, my uncle is the most particular about etiquette.” As she spoke, she subtly twisted her body, striking a charming pose. She stole a glance at Qin Heye from the corner of her eye. Her thin black stockings and pointed stiletto heel subtly swayed under the table. She just needed to find the perfect moment to brush the tip of her shoe against Qin Heye’s leg, then slowly ascend, making contact… The thought alone thrilled her. She was certain Qin Heye would notice and fall for her charm. After all, his affection for Shi Ning stemmed from her flirtatiousness.
Tao Bichun, still smarting from being slapped earlier, seized the opportunity to malign Shi Ning. She turned to Shi Guoqiang. “Big Brother, Ningning hasn’t been back for three years, and her manners have slipped. Playing with her phone at dinner…”
Before she could finish, Tao Bichun watched, dumbfounded, as Shi Guoqiang swiftly pulled out his own phone and began playing. He even tilted his head, asking Shi Ning, “Ningning, why did your little chicken go home again?”
Tao Bichun was aghast.
Shi Ning, having just activated her “toy,” didn’t look up, confused. “What little chicken?”
Shi Guoqiang looked at her, sounding genuinely wronged. “The little chicken you raised in the ‘Little Chicken Farm’! You could collect eggs and donate them for charity. You used to love playing that. My little chicken would visit your house for dinner, and you’d give it two solid punches, sending it home with black eyes.”
Shi Ning’s eyes widened in realization. She remembered that old game—raising chickens, collecting eggs, and the satisfying feeling of contributing to charity.
Shi Ning, still operating the small device, didn’t look up. “I don’t play that anymore.”
Shi Guoqiang peered at his phone. “Then why does your chicken keep running away every day? My chicken comes to your house to eat, and it still gets beaten. Sometimes when you’re not home, I have to go to other people’s houses to invite you back.” Shi Guoqiang finally managed to get his chicken back, but he was still annoyed. “Who is that friend with the ‘Lemon’ nickname and avatar? They keep snatching your chicken from me.”
Shi Ning, having pinpointed her target with the “toy,” finally looked up. “I don’t know, don’t recognize them. I just added random friends.” Back then, she’d simply added random friends to “steal food” in the game; she didn’t know them personally.
[Lemon, who else could it be but the big villain! He’s been secretly in love for ten years like a shadowy figure, even raising the female supporting role’s chickens with a sneaky flair, too afraid to reveal his name.]
[This is so good to ship! The big villain raises the female supporting role’s chickens every day, and then feeds her the chickens he’s raised.]
Shi Ning tilted her head, looking at Qin Heye, a question in her eyes.
Qin Heye calmly picked up a mushroom and offered it to Shi Ning. “Wife, eat your vegetables.”
Shi Guoqiang declared, “I’m going to snatch Ningning’s chicken back and beat Lemon!” Throughout this exchange, he utterly ignored Shi Qingyin and Tao Bichun’s complaints about playing with phones at the dinner table. Nonsense, he thought. His beloved daughter was finally home. Why would he let such a trivial matter spoil their happiness? He didn’t want his precious daughter to stay away from home for another three years.
Shi Qingyin and Tao Bichun watched, surprised and aggrieved, as the father and daughter continued their phone games, completely disregarding them. Shi Guoqiang was known for his strict adherence to etiquette and his firm rule against phones at the dinner table. In the past, if Shi Ning even touched her phone during a meal, he would slam the table and scold her. Shi Ning, equally stubborn, would throw her chopsticks down and storm out, leading to cold wars lasting half a month. Now, Shi Guoqiang was not only playing on his phone but doing it for a chicken-raising game! Shi Qingyin was furious. How could Uncle be so unprincipled!
It doesn’t matter, she reassured herself. This isn’t the point. Shi Qingyin suppressed her anger and subtly extended the tip of her shoe, aiming to brush against Qin Heye’s calf. She swung it back and forth, but kept missing, a frown creasing her brow.
[Hahaha, I’m laughing to death! How can the villain’s legs be so wide apart! He listens to his wife too much.]
[Shi Qingyin began to touch randomly with the tip of her shoe, trying to touch the villain, but the result… hahahaha.]
[The tip of Shi Qingyin’s shoe touched Jiang Huaijing’s leg and stepped on Shi Guoqiang’s foot. Shen Xizhou was kicked, and his eyes looked wrong.]
[…]
Shi Ning glanced at the barrage, continuing to operate her phone. Shi Qingyin watched as Qin Heye, across the table, focused entirely on serving Shi Ning—no, feeding her! As long as Shi Ning was busy with her phone, he was responsible for feeding her mushrooms, chicken, peeled shrimp, crab meat… Was this a three-year-old child who couldn’t even look at her phone without being chased and fed?
Shi Qingyin seethed, about to lower her head to pinpoint Qin Heye’s legs and accurately deliver her subtle flirtation. But in the next second, Shi Qingyin felt something on her own leg—cold, and slowly moving upwards. Her body froze. She bit down on her chopsticks and looked up at the men at the table. It felt like the tip of a leather shoe. Who was teasing her? Who could it be? Was it the man she was expecting?